Ratko Mladić lived far longer than thousands of his victims ever had the chance to, and far longer than he deserved.
And now Serbia’s government is preparing to accord him full military and state honours at his burial.
Let that sink in. A man who died while serving a life sentence for genocide, crimes against humanity and war crimes is apparently considered worthy of state honour. This is not patriotism. It is moral rot.
Mladić commanded the Bosnian Serb Army during some of the darkest crimes committed in Europe since the Second World War. In Srebrenica, more than 8,000 Bosniak men and boys were systematically murdered after his forces overran the UN-declared safe area, while around 25,000 women, children and elderly people were forcibly expelled. Mladić was convicted of genocide for his role.
In Sarajevo, his forces subjected civilians to years of shelling and sniper terror. People were shot while crossing streets, fetching water, standing in queues, trying to feed their families or simply trying to stay alive. He was convicted of murder, terror and unlawful attacks on civilians, as well as persecution, extermination, deportation, forced transfer and hostage-taking.
These are judicially established crimes. And now Serbia’s Justice Minister says Mladić should receive military and state honours at his burial. There is something profoundly fucking nauseating about a state taking a convicted genocidaire and wrapping his coffin in national honour, as if the mass graves were merely an inconvenient footnote to his biography.
And if you want to understand exactly what kind of legacy is being honoured, watch the video below.
The man in it is Ramo Osmanović. On 13 July 1995, two days after Srebrenica fell, thousands of Bosniak men and boys were trying to escape through the forests toward Bosnian government-held territory. Ramo had already been captured. His 18-year-old son, Nermin, was still hiding in the woods.
Bosnian Serb forces forced Ramo to call out to him and persuade him to surrender. Imagine being a prisoner surrounded by armed men, knowing your child is somewhere in the forest, and being forced to use the one thing your son trusts more than anything else, your own voice, to bring him out.
“Nermine, dođi!”
“Nermin, come!”
Nermin heard his father and came down.
Ramo and Nermin Osmanović were subsequently murdered by Mladić’s forces and buried in mass graves alongside thousands of other men and boys. Their remains were later recovered and identified. The footage itself was eventually shown during the proceedings against Ratko Mladić.
That is why the image of Ramo, hands around his mouth, desperately calling “Nermine, dođi!”, became one of the defining images of Srebrenica. A captured father forced to call his son out of hiding with assurances of safety. A son trusting his father’s voice. Both of them murdered.
More than three decades later, the commander of the forces responsible is being prepared for burial with military and state honours.
You cannot seriously talk about reconciliation, European values or confronting the past while glorifying a man convicted of genocide. You cannot turn a genocidaire into a national symbol and then pretend that the victims matter too.
The victims deserved honour. Ratko Mladić deserved his conviction, his life sentence and the historical disgrace attached to his name.
Anything beyond that is glorification of a genocidaire, and it is absolutely fucking nauseating.
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@FCPorto A minha pequena de 6 anos está super desejosa de vos poder ver em St George’s . Mas tenho receio de fazer uma viagem tão longa desde Londres e não termos possibilidade de ela vos ver. (Tenho bastante receio de lhe partir o 💙)
No, sweetie.
Donetsk was a city of a million roses when its own Ukrainian flag flew above it.
Back then, it was also the fastest-growing and most rapidly prospering city in Ukraine -- home to what was the finest regional airport in Eastern Europe, one of the world's best football stadiums, a state-of-the-art railway terminal, and one of the cleanest, best-maintained cities in the region.
Its elites were running Kyiv, and every time I visited Donetsk as a student, riding the famous trolleybus Route No. 2 through the city, I was amazed by how many new office buildings were appearing, how much money was flowing into the city, and how many international companies were opening their doors there.
Fifteen years ago, to us kids from Donbas, Donetsk felt like the center of the universe because it had everything one could possibly dream of. It was a young city of universities and libraries, where the overwhelming majority of boys and girls from across Donbas went to study, including those from my own small hometown an hour away by bus.
Names like Liverpool or Detroit Rock City may mean nothing to you, but our Ukrainian Donetsk was a city of great rock clubs and unforgettable concerts. We traveled there to see Western bands perform.
We bought rock merchandise at the legendary Right House store near Krytyi Market. Scorpions, Rihanna, and Beyoncé performed at the famous Donbass Arena. Schoolchildren from across Donbas were bused in to watch Shakhtar Donetsk matches. The city even had a famous monument to The Beatles.
It was a city where we sang songs on guitars in its beautifully maintained parks and along the Kalmius embankment before heading out to buy the famous "green Donetsk burgers." Our older friends moved there after graduation, formed rock bands, recorded full albums, and held wedding celebrations in the squares around Donbas Arena. We traveled there to visit the legendary Radio Market in search of films, music, and books.
And then you arrived.
And you turned the wealthiest, most prosperous Ukrainian city into a piece of shit.
You deceived many of its people with sweet promises of Russian oil-fueled prosperity broadcast from television screens, but what you brought instead was war.
You transformed a thriving city into a criminal wasteland ruled by ethnic gangs from Russia, into a kingdom of Stalinist terror straight out of the 1930s, complete with torture chambers in the infamous Izolyatsia prison camp. You turned the magnificent Donetsk Airport into lifeless gray rubble, while the vast stands of Donbas Arena have spent a second decade slowly being reclaimed by weeds instead of hosting Champions League finals and Metallica concerts.
You swept away an entire generation of the city's men through your forced mobilization and threw them against Ukrainian machine guns until there were barely enough people left to keep basic municipal services running. Because of you, prosperous Donetsk became a withered desert without reliable water, because your war destroyed the canal system that carried water from the Siverskyi Donets River into Donbas. For years now, people have lived with chronic water shortages and have been reduced shitting into plastic bags forever.
You dragged Donetsk back like seventy years in time. You turned it into a depressed backwater, devoid of hope and future. Even ten years ago, tens of thousands of people, the most active, the most talented, the most entrepreneurial, fled the city and found refuge in Kyiv and elsewhere in Ukraine. Many of them still remember our Donetsk with tears in their eyes, the Donetsk that existed before the arrival of the "Russian World."
You transformed it into something that even my pro-Russian acquaintances are shocked to see when they return after years of occupation.
It was you who trampled the million roses of our Ukrainian Donetsk into shit beneath the tracks of your tanks and the boots of your death troops, turning them into a foul swamp of death and despair.
And that stain will forever remain on the conscience of fascist Russia, which brings nothing but destruction, decay, and death wherever it goes.
BREAKING: Germany’s government rejected Donald Trump’s demand that NATO allies help secure the Strait of Hormuz, saying the alliance has no role in the war.
Stefan Kornelius, spokesperson for German Chancellor Friedrich Merz: “This war has nothing to do with NATO. It’s not NATO’s war. NATO is a defensive alliance, an alliance for the defense of its territory.
I would also like to remind you that the U.S. and Israel did not consult us before the war, and that Washington explicitly stated at the start of the war that European assistance was neither necessary nor desired.”
One family, the right-wing Trump-aligned Ellisons, will soon control:
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CBS
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HBO
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BET
Cartoon Network
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DC Studios
Fandango
Miramax
MTV
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Paramount
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This is oligarchy.
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The monsters in the Trump regime would argue that a rapist and a rape victim should "come to an understanding" and "end the violence" while the assault is underway.
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Coincidence? Please. When there’s this much smoke, you usually find the Kremlin holding the matches. This goes way deeper than we thought.
Andrew Marr:
"Let me begin tonight with something that I think is even more important, even more extraordinary: growing suspicions of a Russian connection.
Epstein had apparently limitless supplies of money. Where did it come from? He procured many young Russian girls. Why was that so easy for him? The files released show more than a thousand documents which referred to Vladimir Putin, and 9,000 referring to Moscow. The FBI says that he was Putin’s wealth manager.
Epstein filed all of his messages. He filmed and taped powerful Western leaders in deeply compromising situations. Why? Doesn’t it make you wonder, at least, about the possibility of a KGB operation big enough to ensnare former Presidents and Prime Ministers, and the leaders of some of the world's most powerful companies?
I know, I know, this all sounds impossibly sensational, conspiratorial, a James Bond villain plot in real life. But there is so much smoke billowing out of one of the most extraordinary establishment crises in my lifetime, that it is well worth exploring whether there might be, also, a genuinely ominous backstory."