Gareth Jones
[bas
relief by Oleh Lesiuk]
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BBC Storyville 2011
Links to Gareth Jones' High
Resolution Diary Images
Thumbnail Images below are to Print Resolution Photos
of Gareth's Unique Journalist Diary Notes of his Personal Observations
(during his off-limits trek of Famine Conditions in Ukraine in March 1933.
These diaries represent probably the only independent Western verification of
arguably Stalin's greatest atrocity/
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view a copy of 'The Gareth Jones Diaries' Microsoft PowerPoint presentation
(5Mb) with an overview of Gareth's remarkable life and as an aide to putting
the below slides in context. Or
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Corresponding Diary Page
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Below
images are for informational purposes & show red highlighted passages,
which are transcribed to their right. Slide numbers correspond to the MS
PowerPoint Presentation; 'The Gareth Jones Diaries' -See Links Above. |
Transcriptions of Salient
Passages Highlighted in Red |
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Slides 47 & 48 |
"In the Ukraine. A little later. I crossed the border
from Great Russia into the Ukraine.
Everywhere I talked to peasants who walked past – they all had
the same story;
“There is no bread – we haven’t had bread for over 2
months – a lot are dying.”
The first village had no more
potatoes left and the store of
БҮРЯК
(beetroot) was running out.
They all said ‘the cattle is dying.
(Nothing to feed.) НЕЧЕВО КОРМитьn.
We used to feed the world now we are hungry.
How can we sow when we have few horses left? How will we be able to work
in the fields when we are weak from want of food? Then I caught up…
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Slides 49 & 50
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…[with] a bearded peasant who was walking along . His
feet were covered with sacking. We started talking. He spoke in
Ukrainian Russian. I gave him
[a] lump of bread and of cheese.
“You could not buy that anywhere for 20 roubles. There
just is no food.”
We walked along and talked; “Before the war this
was all gold. We had horses and cows and pigs and chickens. Now we are
ruined. [We are]
ПОГИБЛИ
(the living dead). You see that field.
It was all gold, but now look at the
weeds. The weeds were peeping up over the
snow.”
“Before the war we could have boots and meat and butter.
We were the richest country in
the world for grain. We fed the world. Now they have taken all away from
us. “Now people steal much more. Four days ago, they stole my horse.
Hooligans came. There that’s where I saw the track of the horse.” “A
horse is better than a tractor. A tractor goes and stops, but a horse
goes all the time. A tractor cannot give manure, but a horse can. How
can the spring sowing be good? There is little… |
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Slides 51 & 52 |
…seed and the
people are too weak. We are all weak and hungry. “The winter sowing was
bad, and the winter ploughing [was] also bad.” He took me along to his
cottage. His daughter and three little children. Two of the smaller
children were swollen. “If you had come before the Revolution we would
have given you chicken and eggs and milk and fine bread. Now we have no
bread in the house. They are killing us.” “People are dying of hunger.”
There was in the hut, a spindle and the daughter showed me how to make
thread. The peasant showed me his shirt, which was home-made and some
fine sacking which had been home-made. “But the Bolsheviks are crushing
that. They won’t take it. They want the factory to make everything.” The
peasant then ate some very thin soup with a scrap of potato. No bread in
house. The white bread [of Gareth’s] they thought was wonderful. |
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Slide 56
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Queues for bread.
Erika [from the German Consulate] and I walked along about a hundred
ragged pale people. Militiaman came out of shop whose windows had been
battered in and were covered with wood and said: “There is no bread” and
“there will be no bread today.” Shouts from angry peasants also there.
“But citizens, there is no bread.” “How long here?” I asked a man. “Two
days.” They would not go away but remained. Sometimes cart came with
bread; waiting with forlorn hope. |
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Slide 59 |
Queues of 7000
stand. They begin queuing up at 3-4 o’clock in afternoon to get bread
next morning at 7. It is freezing. – many degrees of frost. |
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