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Ukrainian Doctor's Appeal to Trump (Part 2)
Your plan is not peace. It is euthanasia for Ukraine. Are you proposing to lift sanctions? That is, to give Russia money for new tanks. Western technology is for their kamikaze drones. Do you want them back in the G7? As if they don't bomb gas stations so we freeze in the winter. They don't steal Ukrainian children. They are not destroying our museums, churches, theaters - everything that makes us a people.
You ask why we don't make concessions? Because every one of your "deals" stinks of corpses. Do you want us to give up even more territories? So that millions of Ukrainians live under Russian machine guns? So that my fellow doctors hide in bomb shelters again when Putin breaks this "deal" too? You say: "The war could have been stopped without losses." Lie. It didn't start in 2022. It started when Russia seized Crimea, when the world was silent. When the first bodies with tied hands disappeared in Donbas. Do you think that if we surrender now, it will end? No. Putin will come next. And then you will justify him again: "Oh, he is just restoring the empire, he is a genius!".
And what will you say to the families of the 15-year-old girl who was shot by the Russians on her bicycle? That her death is a "small loss of land"? Will you tell her mother that she "doesn't deserve a seat at the table"? That her daughter died because Ukraine "didn't agree"?
We are not asking you to fight for us. We asked for weapons - you gave them too late. We asked for sanctions - you eased them. But now you want to become an accomplice in genocide. Because when you lift sanctions, when you recognize the occupation - you give Russia a license to kill. Every dollar Putin gets will become a bullet in my patient's body. Every compromise you make is a new corpse.
I am a doctor. I swear to save lives. And you, Mr. Trump, swear to take them. Don't you want to hear our voice? Then listen to our sirens. Our cries. Our curses. Do you want to be friends with Russia? Then be friends. But know this: history will not forgive you for this.
To be continued in final part ...
You ask why we don't make concessions? Because every one of your "deals" stinks of corpses. Do you want us to give up even more territories? So that millions of Ukrainians live under Russian machine guns? So that my fellow doctors hide in bomb shelters again when Putin breaks this "deal" too? You say: "The war could have been stopped without losses." Lie. It didn't start in 2022. It started when Russia seized Crimea, when the world was silent. When the first bodies with tied hands disappeared in Donbas. Do you think that if we surrender now, it will end? No. Putin will come next. And then you will justify him again: "Oh, he is just restoring the empire, he is a genius!".
And what will you say to the families of the 15-year-old girl who was shot by the Russians on her bicycle? That her death is a "small loss of land"? Will you tell her mother that she "doesn't deserve a seat at the table"? That her daughter died because Ukraine "didn't agree"?
We are not asking you to fight for us. We asked for weapons - you gave them too late. We asked for sanctions - you eased them. But now you want to become an accomplice in genocide. Because when you lift sanctions, when you recognize the occupation - you give Russia a license to kill. Every dollar Putin gets will become a bullet in my patient's body. Every compromise you make is a new corpse.
I am a doctor. I swear to save lives. And you, Mr. Trump, swear to take them. Don't you want to hear our voice? Then listen to our sirens. Our cries. Our curses. Do you want to be friends with Russia? Then be friends. But know this: history will not forgive you for this.
To be continued in final part ...
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