America, You Just Gave Me My Faith Back

Thank you to everyone who stood up for freedom

I launched The Freedom Line two days ago.

And in that time, over a thousand of you subscribed to this journal.

Not out of pity or because I asked loudly.

But because something in you recognized the same thing I did.

This isn’t just a protest movement.

It’s a moral line. A refusal.

A message to the world that those people in Washington D.C. will not take our freedom easily.

Not in America.

Not in Ukraine.

Not anywhere.

Here in Ukraine, we follow news like it's weather.

We watch the world not just for headlines, but for signs of hope.

And what I saw this weekend, what you created, wasn’t just a protest.

It was a signal of resistance.

Of faith.

And in a world that’s been trying to break our faith, you gave mine back.

I wasn’t there physically, but my soul was in every corner.

Every shout. Every heartbeat.

I saw the numbers.

Millions of Americans, more than 2,000 protests.

Some told me that numbers don’t matter, but this time I think they do.

I heard whispers, rumors, that over 13 million of you joined and it was probably more.

Do you know what that means to someone like me?

My friends, that’s about one third of the population of Ukraine.

You put one third of my country into the streets.

Not because it was safe, far from that.

But because it was the right thing to do.

For freedom. For accountability. For dignity.

You didn’t protest just for yourselves.

You protested for all of us.

And you made me absolutely sure that we’re not alone.

They said people would show up to “celebrate” Trump’s birthday. That tanks would roll, crowds would cheer.

But that parade didn’t happen.

You did.

Not uniforms. Not power. People.

In every direction.

In every city.

No kings. No fear. No silence.

From here, from a country at war with a bloody dictator, I want to say something simple:

Thank you.

Thank you for marching, for caring about freedom. For thinking about Ukraine.

I didn’t walk beside you, but I stood with you.

And I still do.

So let me ask you something important:

If your flag stopped meaning freedom, would you wait for someone else to raise their voice?

Or would you be the one?

I don’t have the option to wait. But you still do, my friends.

And that’s exactly what makes your voice more powerful than mine.

This line we’re holding, it’s not abstract anymore.

It’s visible. It’s alive. And millions of you are standing on it.

You reminded the world that the right to protest isn’t a threat to democracy

It’s proof that it’s still alive.

You made sure something louder than tanks could be heard:

We do not kneel to power.

We question it.

We confront it.

We resist it.

And I am desperate to help, to do something, to participate.

Because as I said so many times, this is no longer just about Ukraine and no longer just about the United States.

This is about both of our countries.

Our futures. Our dignity. Our line.

Please never forget that.

This Freedom Line is real now.

And if you keep standing, you’ll never be standing alone.

Not while I’m here.

Not while Ukraine is watching.

Not while this voice is still alive.

Thank you for making it real.

We’re holding this line.

Together.

—Viktor

🇺🇦🇺🇸

---

This is just the second article of this new journal. Thank you for being here. Please subscribe and help me to reach everyone who is holding this freedom line with us.