PUBLIC STATEMENT
To the Politicians and the So-Called President of Estonia
“If I don’t speak today, and tomorrow brings what I fear,
can I still look myself in the eye?”
I am not a soldier.
I am a human being. A father. A man who has experienced much in life.
I will never kill to fulfill some politician’s fantasies or clandestine agreements made under the table.
If you bring war to my family’s doorstep, don’t expect me to rise with you against your provoked killers.
I will not raise a weapon. I will raise the truth against you, and I am not alone.
You, who write about war in newspapers, do not send your own children to the front lines.
You, who instill fear in the people, will flee at the last moment with your diplomatic passports.
We know you have luxurious refuges prepared with money stolen from us.
You, who sell peace to gain more power, another position, another day at the expense of the people.
If war comes to our home, you are responsible—not Putin, not Trump.
Those among you who remain silent, as well as those who shatter the silence with lies, bear the blame.
Not those who refuse to raise weapons, but those who raised their hands against peace.
Who was the fool who plastered a composite image of Putin and Hitler on Narva’s city wall?
Two entirely different individuals, from different eras, backgrounds, and influences.
If that’s not inviting retaliation to our doorstep, what is?
With that gesture, we became a barking dog that the neighbor across the river can kill with a single kick.
You do not represent the people. You do not represent peace.
You represent provocation so transparent that only an idiot wouldn’t see whose orders you’re following in this war game.
I’ve faced death many times in my life; I do not fear war.
But I also do not fear speaking the truth about who is to blame.
If you drag war here, I will entrust you to God’s judgment and the devil’s hands.
I will not protect you, I will not shield you, I will not kill on your behalf.
I will point the finger—directly.
Those who have lost everything will know your names.
Your pictures will be carried through the streets in the painful rage of mothers and wives, not in honor.
Your homes may remain, as happens in war, but your reputations will be irrevocably destroyed.
This is no longer history.
This is the justified anger of a 21st-century Estonian.
This is no longer a choice.
This is the final boundary.
I will not kill.
But I will not defend those who command killing.
If the people must die again, as has happened repeatedly in our harsh history,
then our people will die knowingly.
But you are no longer our people—you have definitively opposed us and will be held accountable.
By name.
Forever.
