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The opera singer who won’t be silenced on Israel

Born in St Petersburg to Ukrainian and Russian parents, acclaimed soprano Ilona Domnich grew up with the message: ‘Don’t disclose. Hide your Jewishness.’ Now she is done hiding

July 4, 2025 12:02
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Chai note: Ilona Domnich (Photo: Omer Barr)
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Arriving to meet me, Ilona Domnich glances up at the bright sapphire sky. The sun is out, but the weather is crisp, even a little cold, and Londoners rush around us in summer clothes better suited to last week’s heat than this morning’s chill. “In opera, the weather always reflects the emotions,” she says with a smile, “so maybe our conversation might be more chilling than expected.” It was a warning from an artist whose sunny disposition masks a complex inner conflict of identity, resilience and belonging.

Now an acclaimed soprano, Domnich arrived in the UK from Jerusalem over twenty years ago to study at the Royal College of Music. She was advised that she would be better received as a “Russian soprano”; presenting herself as Israeli, she was told, would not be “helpful” to her career. The advice, delivered with business-like detachment, shaped her early professional image. “They said if you call yourself a Russian soprano, it would sound exotic,” she tells me. Russia, after all, came with cultural gravitas. Israel, not so.

The soprano under bright blue skies in  London, but life has not always been sunny for Domnich in wake of October 7The soprano under bright blue skies in London, but life has not always been sunny for Domnich in wake of October 7[Missing Credit]Photo: Omer BarrPhoto: Omer Barr[Missing Credit]

And so began a life of shape-shifting, not just as an artist but as a woman negotiating the public gaze through a tangle of overlapping national identities: born in St Petersburg to Jewish parents—one Ukrainian, one Russian, grown in Jerusalem, professionally honed in London. Domnich’s identity has never fitted neatly into any one box.

“In Russia, I was the Jew. In Israel, they called me the Russian. Here in the UK, I’m the Russian and now the Jew,” she told me, unflinchingly. It is, as she observed, a form of exile that doesn’t depend on borders but on perception. And yet, for all its destabilising effect, it has also been a wellspring of strength.