First They Came for This Moldovan Guy You've Never Heard Of. But Just You Wait...
Article by James Delingpole
My first encounter with Iurie Roșca got off to a bad start. He had invited me to speak at a conference that he organises in Moldova every year and not only had he asked me to pay to attend but he had put me and my fellow delegates up in possibly the grimmest accommodation I’ve had to stay in since my days at the spartan English prep school we all nicknamed Colditz.
It was in a dilapidated Communist-era former sanatorium with badly pointed breezeblock walls and dormitory style rooms with narrow beds and no curtains. Nor was there any towel on the first night so I had to dry myself with that day’s change of underpants. Oh, and there was nothing for supper either. It hadn’t been properly explained to us that we were supposed to fend for ourselves. But by the time we realised this, all the shops, restaurants and takeaways in the local one-horse town were long since closed.
That night, I petulantly booked an early flight home. But I’m very glad that one of my fellow delegates - Alex Thomson - talked me out of taking it because after that I fell a little bit in love with creaky, ex-Commie Moldova. And I also developed an affection and admiration for our host Iurie Roșca (That first letter is an “I” not an “L”. His name is pronounced Yuri).
Like me, Roșca is a former journalist who got mugged by reality. Thinking he could make a difference, he co-founded a political party the Popular Front of Moldova, and served as the Moldovan parliament’s vice president, and also, briefly as the Moldovan government’s deputy prime minister. But he was too outspoken, too honest and too brave to last long in an environment so corrupt and faction-ridden.
His final mistake was to reject the overtures of the Russians, who see Moldova (which sits on the Ukraine border) as their domain rather than the West’s. It’s not that he’s madly anti-Putin (whom he sees as merely a controlled stooge of the New World Order, just like all the other world leaders). Rather, he holds the dangerously principled view that, tiny though it is, Moldova should be left to its own devices rather than be treated as a mere pawn by either Russia or the EU.
Hence his annual Chisinau Forum conference in which fellow dissidents of the New World Order, most though not all of a Christian persuasion, gather in a small town outside the capital Chisinau to deliver speeches, ideally lasting no more than 15 minutes, on a topical theme. This year’s was Unrestricted Warfare: a Holistic Approach to the Great Reset. My speech was titled Psalms v the New World Order.
If you look hard, you might be able to find my speech buried here. https://rumble.com/user/chisinauforum Though I think it’s one of my better ones - completely off the cuff, obvs, because I’m a lazy bastard, and I’m an especially lazy bastard when I’m not being paid - hardly anyone watched it at the time or will listen to it hereafter. My wife, I know, would be absolutely bloody furious with me if she knew I’d flown to Moldova on a supposed ‘essential’ work trip when I ended up massively out of pocket and made a speech no one will see.
But I’m still glad I went. You do these things, sometimes, for the camaraderie and for the general strangeness of it all, rather than because it makes any practical sense. Bizarrely, by the end, I had even come to love the weird ex-sanatorium with its outdoor theatre stage (which presumably had been once used to put on edifying productions about Soviet Heroes acted out by troops of Young Pioneers), its cruddy, locked-up gym, its tiny empty swimming pool, its football pitch and its friendly groundsman who tried to engage with me fruitlessly in Romanian as a cuckoo called from the woods.
I also grew very fond of Moldova, especially after we’d left the city (there’s only one: Chisinau) and got to see a bit of the countryside. It really is very rural and still very poor. To get an idea of how poor, in the Communist era Moldovans used to look at Romania - still do probably - as a paradise of prosperity. There are possibly more horses and carts than there are tractors. I expect the soil is very fertile, as it is in Ukraine. And the produce is delicious. The strawberries we were served by the bishop in the monastery were some of the best I’ve ever eaten.
On the final night, we were treated to dinner at Iurie’s home. Everything on the table - the pork kebabs, the garlic (which you’re encouraged to munch in whole cloves), the salad, the wine and so on - came from within a five mile radius of where we sat. In fact, most of it probably came from a 500 yard radius, because Roșca - who is under no illusions of what is coming all our way - strives to be self-sufficient. Before dinner we met his pigs, hens, geese and so on and toured his giant tomato houses.
Not that this preparation is necessarily going to be of much use to him. At least not if the Moldovan government gets its wicked way. Roșca is now in severe danger of being sent to prison, perhaps even dying in prison, on trumped up charges. One of this year’s forum delegates, Calistrat Atudorei, has written a piece giving more detail. But essentially this is a political case being brought for political reasons.
Here is what Alex Thomson has to say on the subject:
Iurie Roșca, whom I interviewed last year, is in imminent danger of being jailed by the Moldovan régime. His persistent, reasoned opposition to Moldova joining the European Union is well-known and has been enunciated in a series of books, as well as in public campaigning and speeches.
President Maia Sandu gave her assent just two weeks ago to a Treason Act that muzzles criticism of the Moldovan Government's course towards the EU and NATO, and earlier this week the European Union formally opened talks on Moldovan accession.
It is not hard to work out why Iurie Roșca has been receiving summons to court in just the past couple of weeks, despite a doctor's certificate of ill health. There is no apparent urgency in this matter; the criminal charges relate to an allegation from 2009 and were lodged seven years ago! (However, he was not informed of them for the first year.)
Roșca might, I suspect, have bought himself an escape ticket if he had thrown in his lot with the pro-Russian faction of local power politics. But he is too principled and clear-sighted for that. There is a temptation among Awake people in the West to imagine that somehow Vladimir Putin is a White Hat alternative to the encroaching New World Order. But Putin really isn’t, as Roșca explained to me in one of our chats. Putin talks the talk and says things - on Wokeism, on Christianity, on tradition - that the Red Pilled like to hear. Unfortunately, he was handpicked for the role some time back by Henry Kissinger, and is a puppet of the Khazarian Mafia which has been running Russia since the era of the Bolsheviks.
When I flew out of Moldova only a few weeks ago, I remember flirting with the notion of what an idyllic place it would be to hide out in during the coming globalist tyranny: lots of based, practically-skilled people, many of whom refused to take the jab; no shortage of food. But it was, of course, a delusion. There really is no place to hide. Poor decent Iurie Roșca is just a bellwether. There but for the grace of God go we all.
If you are tempted to support Iurie Roșca in any way, as I hope you will be, here are some addresses to which you can write your complaint.
Iurie says:
Dear friends and comrades.
My situation really is critical. Please write some messages for media and for our officials ...
Presidential office: To: Maia Sandu, President of Moldova: cancelaria@prm.md, petitii@prm.md, presa@prm.md
2. To: Members of Parliament: Chairman – Igor Grosu: info@parlament.md, doina.gherman@parlament.md, igor.grosu@parlament.md, fpas@parlament.md,
