What have we just seen? A revolution? It certainly looked like one.
There were crowds, vast crowds, singing patriotic songs in Kiev's Independence Square, their collective breath rising up like smoke in the freezing winter air. There were riot police, too, naturally.
Hundreds of them - looking for all the world like Roman legionnaires lost in time and space. There were even barricades - just like in Les Miserables.
And did we hear the Ukrainian people sing? You bet we did!
At least, that is what we thought we heard - and saw.
We have such short memories now. Last year is already so last year.
Expecting us to remember what happened 14 years ago, in Serbia, would be completely unreasonable.
You might as well ask us to remember what happened a thousand years ago in Serbia.
It's useful, this collective historical amnesia. Not to us, but to the sort of people who stage-manage revolutions.
If you're that sort of person, a fully functioning historical memory is an extremely dangerous thing.
Such a memory would instantly recall what happened in Serbia in 2000: the vast crowds; the riot police; the barricades; the fall of the dictator; the flowering of democracy. It would also remember what happened in Georgia three years later: the vast crowds; the riot police; the barricades; the fall of the dictator; the flowering of democracy.
Heck! It would remember what happened in Ukraine itself, just 10 years ago: the vast crowds; the riot police; the barricades; the fall of the dictator; the flowering of democracy.
If you're noticing a pattern here - well done! And, if you were wondering what to call it, try "coup d'etat by crowd".
Blows against the state were once delivered with a mailed fist. In the Cold War period, the iconography of "regime change" was very different from what we have just witnessed in Ukraine.
A fully functioning historical memory would recall vividly the day General Pinochet unleashed the Chilean military against the democratic socialist government of Salvador Allende.
On September 11, 1973, the world looked on helplessly as Skyhawk jets bombed the Presidential Palace, tanks rumbled through the streets of Santiago and the national football stadium filled up with bruised and broken political detainees.
It wasn't pretty, but Uncle Sam recalled the Soviet tanks that had rumbled through the streets of Prague just five years earlier and laid claim to a rough-and-ready moral equivalence.
"When it's up against a regime like that," argued Uncle Sam, "only dictatorship can save democracy."
But, after the fall of the Berlin Wall and the collapse of the Soviet Union, the old excuses no longer washed.
At what Francis Fukuyama dubbed "the end of history", all the great geopolitical conundrums were resolvable only by free- market capitalism and liberal democracy.
If Uncle Sam wanted regimes to change in Christian lands, he'd have to come up with a solution that left a lot less mess than strike aircraft, tanks and mass executions. (In the Islamic world, effecting regime change is still a blood sport.)
Enter the "Colour Revolutions" of 2000-05: regime changes using methods that fell somewhere between a soft and a hard application of American power.
But, like the proverbial iceberg, "revolutions" of the sort we have just witnessed in Ukraine hide much, much more than they ever let us see. Long before the first student protester's boot hits the streets of the targeted capital, Uncle Sam has been busy for months.
He's seeded the media with sympathetic journalists; bought and paid for reliable polling agencies; stuffed sympathetic NGOs' bank accounts with cash; and "advised" the armed forces' high command (most of them trained in the US) to keep the Government's troops in their barracks.
Only then do the protest leaders, fresh from their "civil resistance" training programmes, fully equipped with state-of-the- art IT and communications equipment and chaperoned by the best and the brightest the CIA can spare, step out to accomplish the fall of the dictator and the flowering of democracy.
- © Fairfax NZ News
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