By Kasia Uzieblo, PhD
Blogger’s note: Kasia has been in
Poland these last weeks, involved in efforts to assist those affected by the
war in Ukraine. Her account is presented as the perspective of a colleague
working to help others and keenly aware of the role that sexual violence can
play in times of war.
Thursday, 24 February, 2022. People
from various Ukrainian cities woke up to the piercing roar of the air alert, a
sound they hoped they would never have to hear, a sound that made them realize
immediately that their lives would never be the same again, a sound that
confirmed their biggest fears: President Putin had started the invasion of
Ukraine after months of troop deployment at the border, of playing a smoke and
mirrors game and of creating diplomatic tension.
Thursday, 31 March, 2022. Just over
a month later, at least 1,179 civilian casualties have been reported, at least
1,860 civilians have been wounded, an estimated 6,5 million people are thought
to be displaced inside the war-torn country, more than 3,9 million Ukrainians
have fled their country. The cost of damage to Ukraine’s infrastructure has
reached almost an estimated $63 billion. And let us assume that all these
figures are serious underestimates.
What is not included in these
numbers, however, are the numbers who fall victim to other brutal acts of
violence that are always there, but certainly seem to proliferate during
wartime, such as (sexual) exploitation, sex trafficking, and rape.
I could bombard you with figures,
but I am not going to do that here. I want to bring you the stories of refugees
we have met. Since 11 March, I have been working with a group of volunteers who
drive to the Ukrainian border every weekend, on the one hand to deliver basic
necessities to local partners and on the other hand to give a safe lift to
refugees who want to come to Germany, the Netherlands or Belgium. Since the
war, several volunteer groups have started similar initiatives. Although the
refugees are allowed to travel through Europe free of charge, such a train
journey is anything but a matter of course for many of them. These are mothers
with (very young) children who, after days of travelling through war zones of
trying to dodge bullets and bombs, arrive exhausted and starved in Poland or
elsewhere. They hardly have the energy to continue organizing the journey.
These are elderly people who have difficulty walking and who have used up all
their strength to cross the border. We are talking about people with mental
and/or physical disabilities who need a lot of support in their daily lives and
certainly also to get in and out of a vehicle. So, you can imagine that
travelling in a van or a car makes their lives a little easier, even if it is
for a few hours.
But unfortunately, we do not do this
just to offer them comfort. We are also doing this to offer these people a safe
passage, in order to protect them from (sexual) exploitation, human
trafficking, and other horrors. Many refugees are therefore very fearful and
suspicious of any help that is offered, fear of accepting help from someone
with bad intentions. This fear can be read in their eyes. It has already
happened that the refugees we took along were constantly taking pictures of us,
our cars, and our journey, and immediately sent them to the home front, so that
there would be some evidence, some clue to the possible culprit(s) if it came
to that. It is only after a few hours that they dare to nod off, dare to relax
a little, dare to let their guard down, dare to trust us, albeit a little bit.
This fear is unfortunately
well-founded. A few weeks after the invasion, Facebook groups were organized in
which people could indicate whether they had a place free in their homes for
refugees. This initiative had not yet got off to a good start, when various men
offered a place in their house, but they did set some requirements: the woman
had to be young, preferably with long hair and long legs, who could also clean
and preferably did not yet have a child. These men were 'unmasked', as it were,
but many did not bother to post an announcement on a Facebook group and drove
straight to the border to find a woman and take her to Belgium or elsewhere.
This is certainly possible: rows of cars are waiting for the many refugees at
the border, at every train station, …, it is chaos everywhere, despite the
efforts of various volunteers. Unfortunately, we can be sure that several women
have fallen from one trauma, namely the war, into another terrible traumatic
situation. Also, at the train station in Krakau, Poland, we saw several men
walking around with signs offering a ride to the refugees. But for the
refugees, it is almost impossible to distinguish between those with bad
intentions and those with good intentions. All they can do is trust their own
intuition, which will sometimes be right, but sometimes not.
Many refugees are a bird for the
cat. After all, not everyone will be suspicious and will accept every kind of
help they receive, out of desperation, out of necessity. Not all women fully
realize the dangers, not to mention the thousands of children wandering
unaccompanied in Ukraine itself or in a foreign country. Various bodies, such
as the Council of Europe and the UN Refugee Agency, mention these dangers, but
the reality is that it is almost impossible to prevent such criminal practices
in this chaos. People with bad intentions have more or less free rein. Another
horror we are now confronted with is rape. In the last week, more and more
stories have reached us of people who have been raped (repeatedly) by (presumably)
Russian soldiers, often in front of their children. These men are also given
free rein. Moreover, overheard telephone conversations between Russian soldiers
and their home front show that these soldiers are quite open about these rapes
and that the home front hardly reacts, let alone ostentatiously disapproves. Hearing
these tapes and testimonies simply turns your stomach, again and again.
And I realize that these atrocities
that we face as volunteers are just the tip of the iceberg. That much remains
unspoken, much remains hidden. As a volunteer, you feel powerless so often, and
for so many reasons.
We can only do this with the help of
sponsorship money, which is not coming in very easily. Even renting a car or a
van turns out to be a big challenge every week. Consequently, our places are
scarce. The first weekend we helped 13 people, then 24, then 12. Every time I
return, it feels as if we have hardly been able to help anyone. Every time, I
struggle with the feeling that we still have so many to help, that what we do
means nothing. In my now regular nightmares, I see all those faces of those we
could not take with us. But then you suddenly get a whatsapp-message, from a
female engineer who came with us to Belgium with her 84-year old mother who was
moaning of pain all the way and both were completely starving but were too
proud to accept any food from us, from a young mother who now has to take care
of her 1-year old curly head and her 5-year old daughter who behaved like an
adult during the car ride, from a 38-year old woman who now lives safely in a
nursing home with her disabled 36-year old brother and 46-year old sister, her
own 10-year old daughter and her guinea pig and her 72-year old mother with
hardly any luggage. And then you realize for a small moment that you have
helped these few people, that these few people can no longer be shot, raped or
exploited by soldiers and exploiters, that these few people can still have hope
for life.