Još jedno saopštenje i još jedan škorpion(čić)

                              Saopštenje

Veoma opasan i čudan incident sa pucnjevima, policijom u civilu i izjavama da su TV emisije u kojima se iznose drugačiji i kritički stavovi i mišljenja prema zvaničnoj politici Vlade Srbije, emisije «visikog rizika», kao i medijska haranga i zastrašivanje hrabrih i uglednih liderki nevladinih organizacija za zaštitu ljudskih prava, pred javnost Srbije postavlja dva suštinska pitanja za budućnost demokratije i slobode građana.
U Srbiji Vojislava Koštunice, režim sprovodi političku represiju i zavodi diktaturu mišljenju tako što suzbija slobodu govora koja je osnovni postulat poštovanja ljudskih prava. Neistomišljenice/i se zastrašuju i njima se javno preti linčom.
Režim Vojislava Koštunice, sa svojim «ministarstvima sile», tajnim službana i agentima u medijskim kućama, kreiraju incidente i preko svojih eksponenata (Siniša Vučinić i ostali), javno pozivaju na harangu i linč političkih neistomišljenika, a u cilju prikrivanja od javnosti neuspeha Vlade premijera Koštunice u pregovorima o Kosovu i montiranje krivice za to nevladinim organizacijama za ljudska prava i njihovim liderima koji javno iznose prave činjenice o ovom i drugim pitanjima.
Incident sa Natašom Kandić u «emisiji viskog rizika» TV B92, kao i drugi slični incidenti ukazuju i dokazuju kontinuitet politike Vojislava Koštunice sa nedemokratskom sadržinom i represivnim metodama politike Miloševićevog režima. Mi smo svedokinje i svedoci repriza iz devedesetih godina kada su za političke poraze režima optuživani, zastrašivani i likvidirani neistomišljenice/i i kritičari/ke vlasti. Ne smemo dopustiti da se u Srbiji kao zločinci proganjaju oni koji se zalažu i traže raskid sa nedemokratskom prošlošću, a kao nevini proglašavaju svi oni koje te zločine čine.

Beograd, 5. 9. 2006.        

Žene u crnom – Beograd
Centar za kulturnu dekontaminaciju - Beograd
Pravnici za demokratiju
Inicijativa mladih za ljudska prava
Komitet pravnika za ljudska prava (YUCOM)
Helsinški odbor za ljudska prava
Saopštenju se priključio velik broj nevladinih organizacija iz cele Srbije

September 5th, 2006
Scorpions trial, Belgrade

In front of the special court for war crimes, we meet once again at 
9.30 in the morning.  The indicted Scorpions are in handcuffs, with 
their fat corrupted nationalists lawyers, and "the Muslim women" as 
they now call all of us, meaning us non-Muslim women on the side of 
the victims, are here too... with the relatives of the dead and their lawyers.

       Today the roles are reversed:  the security police,  and the 
regular police in special vehicles have shown up for OUR sake.   A 
week ago, the mothers from the Srebrenica association  received death 
threats from the local Serbian police: we will do you in, just as we 
did-in your men ten years ago. And two days ago, their lawyer, Natasa 
Kandic, was threatened after a live public show where she supported 
the independence of Kosovo.

Yet the mothers have come as usual to Belgrade. At the border they 
were asked by the police where  they were going to stay.  They got 
frightened, they thought the Serbian police were about to arrest 
them. Now in front of the court, one of them, the boy whose father 
was killed in the film, is not allowed to enter the courtroom, 
because he misbehaved some months ago.  He had an emotional outburst 
and cursed the Serbian murderers of his father.

We are all standing with him. If he is not allowed in court, we won't 
enter either.   But the judge gives a special permit against the 
court security rules.  He can stay.

      Only a couple of days ago, the chief judge handling the case of 
the murder of our Premiere Djindjic in 2003, has resigned because of 
"personal reasons." We suppose there were threats to his family.

       Fortunately our judge is still here with us, as lively and 
pretty as always. She gives a preemptive scolding to emotional 
behavior...but the nationalists lawyer still threatens to leave if 
the boy is allowed in the courtroom.

      I know this tactic is called pressuring, or lobbying, or 
whatever in the legal small talk. Still, that lawyer is the 
nationalist clown of the day.  He particularly annoys me.  He 
imitates real lawyers as if this country's legal system were real.   
His so-called version of Serbia did not exist as a genuine state, it 
was a gang,  a disgrace,  a criminal enterprise.  The only Serbia 
that we can call home is maybe this few square meters of courtroom, 
where he is raving about his hurt pride.

The court police do not let us sit close to the first rows where the 
Scorpions relatives are sitting today, unusually silent.

The Muslim young boy was threatened by an unknown person before 
entering the court.

Even my father phoned me telling me be careful.  That triggered not 
my fear but my paranoia.  For years on end his phone calls would 
signal that there is a state within the state, and that he is 
connected to it and that I am not.   That I am not only invisible, 
but expendable.

      To tell the truth, I think they are bluffing today. Natasa 
refuses to take such threats seriously. So did Djindjic.

The only witness today was the mayor of the city in which Scorpions 
were born.

      He calls himself  "Uncle Miloje."  Our mayor uncle is full of 
tender words and feelings for his own good reputation.   He claims:  
I lied.  I have the right to lie, but now i am telling the truth: I 
WAS A SCORPION.

     A lousy one I would say, a liar, a fool, a boaster, and a mayor 
to boot... and a Scorpion? All the Scorpions were friends and 
relatives, he says.   They all liked to eat, but a few were ready to 
fight and die.  We were "lamb brigades."   We would always roast a 
lamb on our expeditions.   You go to the war, you fight and come back 
alive. I managed that.  We had some good times, he says with a 
nostalgic smile.

      The commander would tell us: be there, fight and die with 
dignity. Weapons were all around, everybody carried them but few had 
the heart to use them.

       OK, personally, I use my heart in a different way, but  the 
mayor's story is not about me or people like me.

      Our mayor remembers the famous expedition when the Muslims were 
executed and dumped while being filmed. That expedition went well, he 
says, only a few of our people were killed, only one I think...   So 
he is not counting the executed, maybe thousands of people?

      And then, he says,  that video... some  women, aunts, grannies 
were talking about it, like my wife, who was a Croatian.  I didn't 
see it.  I told the commander, hide that video, it will hurt you, us, 
and here he is now, in  prison, I was right...

      I lived as a free man, I could have become rich if I had 
distributed this video.  Now, here I am  in court... I live in fear 
and sleep with a gun now. If my confession means freedom to somebody 
else, then I will confess everything because my daily life is a 
prison...

        Yes, it seems the mayor did distribute the video somehow, but 
he was stiffed and betrayed by his collaborators.  That's why he 
boasts with his good tender heart now.

       I have sweet blood and that's why leeches stick to me, he 
explains.

      I am not buying his story and neither is anyone else.  He is 
not sorry for the crimes, he does not even see them or fake any 
remorse.   He is sorry for himself and his lost good times when he 
was a successful  politician, eating lambs and killing Muslims.

       He refers to victims of the Srebrenica genocide with 
pronouns:  "that," "those."

       The Bad Guy who became Good asks for his five minutes of moral 
glory, on the trail of the witness.  He asks him to define the 
Scorpions.    Except for the Commander, whom he calls a "liar," all 
the rest he calls "real,"  "honest" people.  One  Scorpion  even has 
a name that literally means "Real."   Now I myself feel really 
unreal. Especially when the police escort is carefully watching over 
us, and not  them.

     A month before the end of the trial, have the roles reversed?