In Ryszard Kapuscinski's book Imperium there is a vivid account of the 1930s famine in the Ukraine.
My gggrandfatther fled Ireland in 1848, youngest of sons he little hope of being passed (then purely) leased land in Cavan, traveled with his brother to America and were neighbors for thirty years. My gggrandfatther was a laborer, lied in the censuses stating a younger age as years past, you know he had to appear young to compete. God bless.
All before the New York Times might have spun a famon as an advancement of social engineering for the sake of the King.
Travel to Ireland, they love Americans, instinctively distrust the English and generally all Europeans.