Here is a link to the heart-rending video, starting at the point where CNBC cut away:
For those who didn’t click on the link, pix of dead civilians in 5 cities, not just Bucha. Remember the “rape of Nanking”? Remember Lidice?
In reprisal for the assassination of Reich Protector Reinhard Heydrich in the late spring of 1942, all 173 men from the village who were over 15 years of age were executed on 10 June 1942. A further 11 men from the village who were not present at the time were later arrested and executed soon afterwards, along with several others who were already under arrest. Out of a total 503 inhabitants, 307 women and children were sent to a makeshift detention center in a Kladno school. Of these, 184 women and 88 children were deported to concentration camps; 7 children who were considered racially suitable and thus eligible for Germanisation were handed over to SS families, and the rest were sent to the Chelmno extermination camp, where they were gassed.
Last night’s news again was reporting rumors of thousands of Ukrainians hauled off to Russia and put in “filtration” camps.
Mariupol Women Report Russians Taking Ukrainians To ‘Filtration Camps’
The woman said she had her photo and fingerprints taken, and was questioned about potential ties to the Ukrainian military and her opinion on the war before being sent to the Russian town of Rostov. Others have reported they had to hand in their phones and passwords, which officers then used to access their phone contacts and register them into a database, according to The Washington Post.
Apparently, such “filtration camps”, screening by thought police, are Russian SOP. The article goes on to talk about how Stalin used them after WWII and they were used in Chechnya.
A few weeks ago, someone posted the lyrics of an old Al Stewart song “Road to Moscow”, about a Russian vet at the end of the war, snagged by the thought police.
I’m coming home, I’m coming home, now you can taste it in the wind, the war is over
And I listen to the clicking of the train-wheels as we roll across the border
And now they ask me of the time that I was caught behind their lines and taken prisoner
"They only held me for a day, a lucky break, " I say they turn and listen closer
I’ll never know, I’ll never know why I was taken from the line and all the others
To board a special train and journey deep into the heart of holy Russia
And it’s cold and damp in the transit camp, and the air is still and sullen
And the pale sun of October whispers the snow will soon be coming
And I wonder when I’ll be home again and the morning answers “Never”
And the evening sighs, and the steely Russian skies go on forever