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The threat of
violence grows as Ukraine's elections
protest widens. MARK MacKINNON is on the
streets as crowds confront riot police, and
in parliament to see the challenger declare
himself president; The scene: With a stern
look, an emerging VIP demonstrates that the
times are changing fast
KIEV -- The soldiers
guarding the doors of Ukraine's Verkhovnaya
Rada were not sure who was in charge any
more.
The old
protocols said no one was supposed to enter
the country's parliament buildings without a
special access pass. My press accreditation,
issued by the Foreign Ministry, wasn't going
to be good enough.
I spoke with
several uniformed soldiers, who passed me on
to a low-ranking official from the press
centre, who let me talk to her boss, who
told me I'd have to get a fax from my editor
in Toronto asking for a Rada pass, and then
we'd see.
The old rules were swept away minutes later,
when Viktor Yushchenko — the man who
millions of Ukrainians believe won Sunday's
presidential election — arrived in the
building with his entourage, including his
deputy, Yulia Tymoshenko, whom I'd met
several times before.
Overhearing the kerfuffle, Ms. Tymoshenko
stopped, gave the guards a stern look and
motioned with her hand that I should be
allowed in. The press official looked at the
head of the guards, who shrugged. For all
they knew, Mr. Yushchenko could be president
by the end of the day, and Ms. Tymoshenko
his prime minister. The look they exchanged
communicated that it was best not to offend
those who might wind up signing their next
paycheque.
The moment
encapsulated a chaotic day in Ukraine's
capital.
Street
sweepers employed by the city tried to go
about their jobs as if everything were
normal, acting as though they were somehow
oblivious to the thousands of students who
had set up tents in the middle of the very
streets they were trying to clean.
Police
watched the whole scene helplessly,
obviously lacking orders about how to handle
the situation.
I wound up in
the gallery of the Rada, a grand chamber
decorated with chandeliers and a
blue-and-yellow map of Ukraine over the
Speaker's chair, watching what Mr.
Yushchenko's supporters hoped would be the
birth of a new Ukraine. It was messy to
witness.
Opposition
deputies had the numbers to force Speaker
Volodymyr Lytvyn to call a special session,
but not enough on their own to pass any
legislation. When it became clear that no
one from the pro-Yanukovich factions or from
the Communist Party was going to show up,
any existing plan was clearly thrown off the
rails.
As one deputy
after another got up and gave speeches
condemning violations in Sunday's vote, a
crowd of advisers gathered around Mr.
Yushchenko's desk to the right of the
Speaker's chair. Ms. Tymoshenko, a political
firebrand who seems to push the more
conciliatory Mr. Yushchenko further than he
might otherwise go, was standing in the
middle of the pack, urging him once more to
take it as far as he could.
Mr.
Yushchenko heeded her advice, and moments
later took the Rada's podium with a
16th-century copy of the New Testament in
hand, read the oath of office and declared
himself president of Ukraine.
“We won,” Mr. Yushchenko told the assembled
deputies.
He was answered by cheers of “Bravo, Mr.
President!” from those in the Rada, and an
even larger ovation when he opened a window
to address the tens of thousands of his
supporters who had gathered on the streets
outside, surrounding the parliament
building.
The only
dissenting voice came from Mr. Lytvyn, the
Speaker, who called the process a farce.
“There will be no oath for you,” he told Mr.
Yushchenko before cutting live transmission
of the session.
The scene
left Ukraine with too many leaders. Mr.
Yushchenko claims the presidency, as does
Prime Minister Viktor Yanukovich, the man
who won Sunday's highly disputed vote, at
least according to the central election
commission.
Meanwhile
President Leonid Kuchma has yet to finish
his term, and many believe the real power
still lies in Moscow, with Russian President
Vladimir Putin. “Ukraine now has four
presidents,” political analyst Markiyan
Bilynsky sighed.
The Globe
and Mail; 24 November 2004
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