Peter Althaus 🇺🇦

Gestern erschien der letzte Post meiner Online-Ausstellung #HeileUkraine. In 30 Bildern von vor 2022 hab ich durch die #Ukraine geführt und einige der schönen aber von #Russland bedrohten Orte gezeigt. Hier poste ich alle Threads, damit man sie sich zusammen anschauen kann.

@glr_berlin SAW ist der Hass und hat die mit Abstand teuerste Gastro, die ich kenne. Hoffe du kommst bald weg.

Seit mittlerweile 22 Stunden Gefangener des Flughafens Istanbul Sabiha-Gökçen, dem Tor zur Hölle.

Ist alles richtig. Aber ich finde man darf ihn dafür auch hart kritisieren. Insbesondere wenn er die Aussage nach all der berechtigten Kritik nicht mal zurücknimmt. Ich fürchte, dass solche nicht nur dummen, sondern gefährlichen Aussagen sich leider auch im Lobbyismus zeigen. Der hat auch einen Einfluss auf unsere Verteidigungspolitik und daher halte ich das nicht nur für dumm, sondern auch gefährlich. Papperger vertritt weiterhin eine versteinerte Rüstungswirtschaft, die nicht wahrhaben will, dass "Hausfrauen" gerade ganze Arsenale klassischer Waffen zerstören.

@peteralthaus Ehrlich gesagt finde ich es übertrieben, aufgrund eines dummen Kommentars 4 Jahre Engagement von Papperger die Toilette runter zu spülen. Kritik an der Aussage ist richtig+geboten. Aber so zu überdrehen, dass der Kreml sich freut? Nicht fair. defence-network.com/rheinmetall-er….

Erstaunlich ist nur, dass er es offen sagt. Es ist der gleiche antislawische Rassismus, den man seit Jahrzehnten hört. Hier vermischt er sich auch noch mit Sexismus. In der ukrainischen Verteidigungsindustrie und in den zuständigen Ministerien gibt es sehr viele Frauen. Was dort produziert wird, ist tausendmal effektiver als der ganze Produktportfolio von Rheinmetall. Wo sind denn die tollen Rüstungsgüter von Rheinmetall auf der arabischen Halbinsel? Wann gab es den letzten Panzer in einem Video aus Russlands Krieg gegen die Ukraine, der darin nicht explodiert ist? Gefährlich, dass Männer wie Papperger Einfluss auf unsere Bundeswehr und die Politik haben. Da sieht man, warum sich dort wenig tut.

Treffer. Versenkt.

@CarstenBKK Ja, da bin ich komplett bei Ihnen. Er würdigt es herab, weil er die Konkurrenz durchaus erkennt. Aber die Aussage dazu ist trotzdem rassistisch, auch wenn er sie vermutlich nicht so gemeint hat.

Ne. Sorry. Das ist einfach nur eine falsche Einschätzung der Gesamtsituation oder der Versuch ein eigenes Geschäftsfeld vor Konkurrenz zu schützen. Wer kauft noch ein Skyranger für 12 Mio, wenn man für das gleiche Geld 12.000 Abfangdrohnen bekommt, die dazu auch noch größere Gebiete sichern können.

Dann schauen Sie sich die Reaktionen aus der Ukraine an. Es ist egal wie salopp er das gemeint hat. In der Ukraine wurde der Großteil der Raketen für die Raumfahrt und Verteidigung der Sowjetunion entwickelt und gebaut. Es gab und gibt dort extrem innovative Unternehmen, siehe Flamingo etc. Das als "Hausfrauendrohnen" abzutun ist eben nicht nur Arroganz sondern fußt auf Stereotypen. Und das ist, mit Verlaub, Rassismus. Aber gut, soll er machen. Ich glaube es ist seine Art, die Konkurrenz anzuerkennen.

@peteralthaus Bei aller gerechtfertigten Kritik ist "antislawischer Rassismus" ein noch dämlicherer Take als Pappergers Aussagen über "Hausfrauendrohnen".

@WegMitPutin Ich bezog mich auch eher darauf, dass Selenskyj gerade dort Deals gemacht hat. Von Rheinmetall und Co hab ich da wenig bis nichts gehört.

@peteralthaus Dass von Rheinmetall keine Rüstungsgüter auf der arabischen Halbinsel stehen, hat möglicherweise mit langjähriger deutscher Rüstungsexportpolitik zu tun.

@roblagnac @MelnykAndrij Ja, der kann ein Lied davon singen.

@peteralthaus Fragen Sie mal Botschafter @MelnykAndrij , der hat in Berlin die deutsche Geringschätzung der osteuropäischen Staaten über Jahre erlebt. „Was erlaubt der sich?“ - war noch die netteste Äusserung ggü dem Vertreter eines überfallenen Landes.

Liebe Freunde, Es fehlen damit nur noch 600 Euro bis zum Ziel. Teilen. Spenden. Liken. Danke für euren Support! Unter allen Spendern verlose ich außerdem noch Patches.

Robert Mueller died last night. He was 81 years old. He had a wife who loved him for sixty years. He had two daughters, one of whom he met for the first time in Hawaii, in 1969, on a few hours of military leave, before he got back on the plane and returned to Vietnam. He had grandchildren. He had a faith he practiced quietly, without performance. He had, in the way of men who have seen real things and survived them, a quality that is increasingly rare and increasingly mocked in the country he spent his life serving. He had integrity. And tonight the President of the United States said good! I have been sitting with that word for hours now. Good. One syllable. The thing you say when the coffee is hot or the traffic is moving. The thing a man who has never had to bury anyone, never had to sit in the specific silence of a room where someone is newly absent, reaches for when he wants the world to know he is satisfied. Good. The daughters are crying and the wife is alone in the house and good. I want to speak directly to the Americans reading this. Not the political Americans. Just the human ones. The ones who have lost a father. The ones who know what it is to be in that first hour, when you keep forgetting and then remembering again, when ordinary objects become unbearable, when the world outside the window seems obscene in its indifference. I want to ask you, simply, to hold that feeling for a moment, and then to understand that the man you elected looked at it and typed a single word. Good. This is not a country having a bad day. I need you to understand that. Countries have bad days. Elections go wrong. Leaders disappoint. Institutions bend. But there is a different thing, a rarer and more terrible thing, that happens when the moral center of a place simply gives way. Not dramatically. Not with a single catastrophic event. But quietly, in increments, until one evening a president celebrates the death of an old man whose family is still warm with grief, and enough people find it acceptable that it becomes the weather. Just the weather. That is what is happening. That is what has happened. The world knows. From Tokyo to Oslo, from London to Buenos Aires, people are not angry at America tonight. Anger would mean there was still something to fight for, some remaining faith to be betrayed. What I see, in the reactions from everywhere that is not here, is something older and sadder than anger. It is the look people get when they have waited a long time for someone they love to find their way back, and have finally understood that they are not coming. America is being grieved. Past tense, almost. The idea of it. The thing it represented to people who had nothing else to believe in, who came here with everything they owned in a single bag because they had heard, somehow, across an ocean, that this was the place where decency was written into the walls. That idea is not resting. It is not suspended. It is being buried, in real time, with 7,450 likes before dinner. And the church said nothing. Seventy million people have decided that this man, this specific man who has cheated everyone he has ever made a promise to, who has mocked the disabled and the dead and the grieving, who celebrated tonight while a family wept, is an instrument of God. The pastors who made that bargain did not just trade away their credibility. They traded away the thing that made them worth listening to in the first place. The cross they carry now is a costume. The faith they preach is a loyalty oath with scripture attached. When the history of American Christianity is written, this will be the chapter they skip at seminary. Now I want to talk about the men who stand next to him. Because this is the part that actually breaks my heart. JD Vance is not a bad man. I have to say that, because it is true, and because the truth matters even now, especially now. Marco Rubio is not a bad man. Lindsey Graham is not a bad man. They are idiots, but not bad, as in BAD! These are men with mothers who raised them and children who love them and friends who remember who they were before all of this. They are not monsters. Monsters are simple. Monsters do not cost you anything emotionally because there is nothing in them to mourn. These men are something more painful than monsters. They are men who knew better, and know better still, and will get up tomorrow and do it again. Every small compromise they made had a reason. Every moment they looked the other way had a justification that sounded, at the time, almost reasonable. And now they have arrived here, at a place where a president celebrates the death of an old man and they will find a way, on television, to say nothing that means anything, and they will go home to houses where children who carry their name are waiting, and they will say goodnight, and they will say nothing. Their oldest friends are watching. The ones who knew Rubio when he still believed in something. Who knew Graham when he said, out loud, on the record, that this exact man would destroy the Republican Party and deserve it. Who sat next to Vance and thought here is someone worth knowing. Those friends are not angry tonight. They moved through anger a long time ago. What they feel now is the quiet, irrecoverable sadness of watching someone disappear while still being present. Of watching a person they loved choose, again and again, to become less. That is what cowardice costs. Not the coward. The people who loved him. And in the comments tonight, the followers celebrate. People who ten years ago brought casseroles to grieving neighbours. Who stood in the rain at gravesides and meant the words they said. Who told their children that we do not speak ill of the dead because the dead were someone's beloved. Those people are tonight typing gleeful things about a man whose daughters are not yet done crying. And they feel clean doing it. Righteous. Because somewhere along the way the thing they were given in exchange for their decency was the feeling of belonging to something, and that feeling is very hard to give up even when you can no longer remember what you gave for it. When Trump is gone, they will still be here. Standing in the silence where the noise used to be. Without the permission the crowd gave them. Without the pastor who told them their cruelty was holy. They will be alone with what they said and what they cheered and what they chose to become, and there will be no one left to tell them it was righteous. That morning is coming. Robert Mueller flew across the Pacific on military leave to hold his newborn daughter for a few hours before returning to the war. He came home. He buried his dead with honour. He served presidents of both parties because he understood that the institution was larger than any one man. He told his grandchildren that a lie is the worst thing a person can do, that a reputation once lost cannot be recovered, and he lived that, every day, in the quiet and unglamorous way of people who actually believe what they say. He was the kind of American the world used to point to when it needed to believe the story was true. He died last night. His wife is alone in their house in Georgetown. His daughters are learning what the world is without him in it. And somewhere in the particular hush that falls over a family in the first hours of loss, the most powerful man and the biggest loser on earth sent a message to say he was glad. The world that loved what America was supposed to be is grieving tonight. Not for Robert Mueller only. For the country that produced him and then became this. For the distance between what was promised and what was delivered. For the suspicion, growing quieter and more certain with each passing month, that the America people believed in was always partly a story, and the story is over now, and there is nothing yet to replace it. That is all it needed to be. A man died. His family is broken open with grief. That is all it needed to be. Instead the President said good. And the country that once stood for something looked away 🇺🇸 Gandalv / @Microinteracti1

Ein Thema, über das leider viel zu wenig geschrieben wird. Bewegende Reportage von @SchullerKonrad.

If you've followed Euromaidan Press, you've read her work daily—the fallen soldier tributes, the good morning posts, and more. Our colleague and friend Christine Eliashevsky-Chraibi has died. This is who she was. _____ Chris showed up. Day after day after day. She answered the call for translators on Maidan square in 2014, and never left. Chris carried a mission: to make Ukraine visible to the world. She made the invisible visible, every day. She translated a photo project with stories of the families of fallen soldiers. She translated stories of Ukrainian composers for a new app promoting them. Because she couldn’t not show up. To my frustration, because the more she was doing the volunteer projects, the less she was with us. It had ripple effects. A filmmaker in Australia saw her post about war mothers, about Svitlana from Cherkasy who enrolled in the army after her son was killed defending the Donetsk airport. He left his advertising job and made the film War Mothers, and then a second one, and toured the globe with them. She wrote the truth, and the truth traveled. The resistance was hereditary. Her mother survived Ravensbrück, incarcerated for being a young Ukrainian political activist. The family moved to Canada. The memory stayed. Chris returned to Ukraine. She cared for soldiers recovering in hospitals. She kept a tally of fallen soldiers religiously. She donated her salary to snipers. She saw the things that needed to be said before I did. One day, I realized that the spirit fighting for an independent Ukraine had been here before—in the people who risked camps like Ravensbrück and did it anyway. And Chris was one of them. Today, Ukraine is alive because of this spirit. Chris carried it. Whenever things went rough, Chris would say, “I’m so angry at the Russian invasion,” and we would remember what we’re here for. At 79, she said she'd be at the front if she were younger. When we screened a documentary about political prisoners at the Council of Europe in Strasbourg, she came on crutches. And through it all, she saw the beauty of the music in Lviv, the new plays and books. She had high standards for herself and was merciful to others. When she was in the hospital with a tube sticking out of her on the anniversary of Russia’s invasion, she wrote: “I was thinking about all those homeless women and kids.” When I grow up, I want to be like Chris. -Alya Shandra euromaidanpress.com/2026/03/17/she…

Today marks four years since Pierre and Sasha were killed while reporting in Ukraine. They represented the very best of our industry. Brave, selfless, and passionate. We continue this work in your honor.

@MartinWaltherDD Ich würde sagen auch durch ihn. Aber gut, das kann man so oder so sehen.

@peteralthaus Der Erfolg war trotz Westerwelles Image. Andere Zeiten.

Selbst Zeitgenossen haben längst vergessen, dass Westerwelle zu Lebzeiten andauernd als profillose Witzfigur herhalten musste.

@MartinWaltherDD Das mögen manche so sehen aber unter ihm hat die FDP das beste Ergebnis bei der Bundestagswahl in ihrer Geschichte geholt. Da kann sein Bild in der breiten Bevölkerung nicht so schlecht gewesen sein.

@peteralthaus Sie verstehen meinen Punkt nicht richtig. Ich werfe Westerwelle überhaupt nichts vor, aber sein Bild in der Öffentlichkeit war nicht weniger schlecht als das bei heutigen Liberalen der Fall ist.

A timeline: Trump denies Ukraine missiles to destroy Shahed drone factories in Russia Iran hits the U.S. military with Shahed drones; Russia gives Iran targeting intel The U.S. begs Ukraine for help; Ukraine says yes Trump insults Zelenskyy and lifts sanctions on Russian oil

Let me run you through the last few days. 1) Trump insults Zelensky and the WH says it was a mistake to help Ukraine. 2) the USA begs Ukraine for help fighting Iranian drones. 3) Ukraine starts helping the US. 4) Reports come out that Putin is giving Iran intelligence to help attack Americans 5) The WH says that is fine.

@denistrubetskoy In Ungarn ist die Opposition gar nicht happy darüber. Das spielt Orban in die Hände.

Ich habe die gestrige Aussage Selenskyjs zu Orban kritisiert und finde sie nicht sonderlich klug. Sie sollte aber schon im Kontext eines für Selenskyj typischen Witzes und nicht einer ernsthaften Drohung eingeordnet werden. Das kommt nicht in jeder Meldung dazu so rüber.

I am a Ukrainian Nobel Peace Prize Laureate. I have a question.  Why has Trump's year of negotiations been the deadliest for civilians in Ukraine since the full-scale invasion? The number of deaths and injuries has increased by 31 percent compared to the previous year. Why did Putin not allow himself such brutal strikes on civilian infrastructure under Biden, whom Trump calls “weak,” but totally destroys peaceful cities and disregards the “strong Trump”? Photo Liz Landers