hrichardson.bsky.social
@hrichardson.bsky.social
🇬🇧🇺🇦 Half British, half Ukrainian. Speaking up, sharing stories, fighting disinfo. Follow if you stand with Ukraine.
11/ Everyone can do something. Even a small donation or a retweet makes a difference.

If this thread resonated with you, please share it. Let’s drown out the propaganda. Ukraine needs you.

Slava Ukraini! 🇺🇦
February 2, 2025 at 10:17 PM
10/ Supporting Ukraine isn’t just about politics—it’s about justice. Here’s how you can help:

🔹 Share Ukrainian voices
🔹 Call out disinformation when you see it
🔹 Donate to trusted organizations
🔹 Keep talking about Ukraine—don’t let people forget
February 2, 2025 at 10:17 PM
9/ I am sick of people pushing pro-Russian narratives online (specifically seems to be on certain other platforms).

If you are still making excuses for Russia, you are part of the problem.
February 2, 2025 at 10:17 PM
8/ The so-called “language divide” was never real. The hatred Russia pushes today is manufactured propaganda.

Ukrainians—whether they spoke Russian or Ukrainian—lived side by side. This war was never about protecting Russian speakers. It was always about control.
February 2, 2025 at 10:17 PM
7/ Learning Russian wasn’t easy—rolling my R’s took ages—but back then, no one cared about language.

My grandfather’s family spoke Ukrainian, and we’d play games trying to understand each other. There was no animosity.
February 2, 2025 at 10:17 PM
6/ One time on a tram, I spoke English. An elderly lady turned to my grandfather and said:

“He’s a good-looking boy… such a shame about his disability.”

She had never heard English before.
February 2, 2025 at 10:17 PM
5/ Growing up, I had to learn Russian. My grandparents didn’t speak English, and neither did most people.

Every summer, we even hired the local school’s English teacher, and I had daily lessons for 1.5 hours. Foreigners were rare, and I often felt out of place.
February 2, 2025 at 10:17 PM
4/ As lucky as they are to have fled, it’s not home. They don’t want to be where they are.

The smiles they have now? Half-smiles. Shadows of the people they once were. The weight of everything they lost never really leaves them.
February 2, 2025 at 10:17 PM
3/ I miss those long, hot summers. How innocent we all were. How safe it felt.

I grew up knowing I had two homes. But now? I am lucky that I still have one. My family lost everything.
February 2, 2025 at 10:17 PM
2/ My grandfather died in 2010. He is buried in Ukraine, in a place I may never visit again. No flowers will be placed on his grave. And as much as I miss him, I’m almost relieved he never had to see this war. It would have broken his heart.
February 2, 2025 at 10:17 PM
1/ I am half Ukrainian. Born in the UK, but every summer, Ukraine was my second home. Fishing with my grandad, playing football with local kids, spending time at the dacha.

That home is gone. My city is under Russian occupation. My family had to flee. They may never see their homes again.
February 2, 2025 at 10:17 PM