Is this how we treat our war veterans?

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Two weeks ago, Vukovar was declared a city of piety. What Auschwitz is to the Jews, that is what Vukovar is to Croats. Cyrillic in Vukovar is what the swastika is in Auschwitz – unacceptable. Vukovar is a sacred city, but it is also an eerie city, where the birds stopped singing a long time ago. Humanity must never forget the horror of Vukovar, and yet, that horror continues on today.

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Canadians and Americans from coast to coast  paused this week, to honor the sacrifices our soldiers and war veterans made for our freedom. While Rememberance Day and Memorial Day ceremonies  were held on Monday in the USA and Canada, a Croatian war veteran was brutally beaten by a  Croatian police officer while attempting to remove a bilingual Cyrillic sign on a government building in Vukovar. The war veteran, Darko Pajčić, was no ordinary war veteran. He was only 18 years when he dropped out of school, equipped with only his running shoes and a rifle, to defend his beloved Vukovar.  To add salt to the wound, the Croatian officer responsible for the beating was a Serb, who fought against Croatian forces in 1991. 

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This morning, Croatian Minister of Internal Affairs, Ranko  Ostojić, stated that ‘alcohol is to blame’ for the incident.  Really, Mr.  Ostojić? Was alcohol to blame for this war veteran, who likely suffers from PTSP, to lie there injured in his own blood while police officers stand around and  debate whether to call for medical help?  Was alcohol to blame for the war from ’91-95? Is this how we treat our war veterans? When did a bilingual sign, a sign that should not even be there, become more important than a human life?

It is time for action! The Association for the Defense of Vukovar needs to rally and the people of Croatia need to stand up for the the rights of CROATIAN people, not always focusing on a small minority that makes up the population. It is time that our war veterans be treated with dignity and respect! It is time that government institutions employ Croats, and not those that ravaged our homeland! It is time for Croatia to rid themesleves of the red communists that are leading this country given to us from God,  into complete destruction! It is time for this Serbian man disguised in a Croatian police uniform to be brought to justice!

Milanović: The graves will never forgive you!

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Croatian singer, Mate Mišo Kovać released a song in late 1991 – “Grobovi Vam nikad oprostite neće” (The graves will never forgive you). “You” was the connotation for Serb rebels that went on a killing spree in Croatia. Quickly, the song became the unofficial anthem for the war in Croatia, and the fall of Vukovar. Whenever I hear the song, I am swept over with emotion, and the disturbing pictures of Vukovar start to roll through my mind.

After months of calling for a meeting, Premier Zoran Milanović met yesterday with the Headquarters for the Defense of Vukovar (Stožer za obranu grada Vukovara) in a last ditch attempt to bring resolution to the controversy of Cyrillic signage in Vukovar.

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The 4 hour meeting did not bring much resolution. The president of the Defense of Vukovar, Tomislav Josić, admits that no concrete plans have been made. They took advantage of the 4 hours with the premier, to ‘educate’ him on the current day issues that plague this broken city, and to remind him of the bloodshed taken place 22 years ago. It is unimaginable that ordinary citizens need to educate the premier of Croatia on the biggest tragedy that country has seen in modern day history?!?! If it wasn’t so sad – I’d be laughing.

The Croatian government has been given a 15 day ultimatum for the Cyrillic signs to be replaced with the old Latin only signs. In the meantime, the premier has decided to pull all police personnel that have been safeguarding the signs.

This morning in Vukovar the signs were still up but with no police presence. Many people are disappointed and frustrated with the lack of resolution, but the battle is still not over. Mr. Milanović, the Croatian people will not forgive you and neither will the graves.

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Dignut će se grobovi
Za pobjede nove
Gdje ste sada sokolovi
Obranimo snove

The graves will rise
For new battles
Where are you hawks
Let’s defend our dreams

(Marko Perkovic Thompson – 2013)

Igor Gilja: Is this what our fathers fought for??

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(Is this what our fathers fought for?)

 It’s been almost 2 months since the first Latin/Cyrillic sign has been put up on government buildings in Vukovar. Much has not changed in the last 6 weeks. 7 of the 8 official signs have been taken down, with only 1 left at the Vukovar Police Station. Because this topic is such a heated controversy in Croatia, the dual alphabet signs are being safeguarded by police 24 hours a day.

On the eve of the 22nd anniversary of Croatia’s Independance Day, a young Croatian police officer was called for duty in Vukovar. Igor Gilja, 25 years old, is normally a border police officer in the town of Ilok, Croatia. He was left fatherless at only 3 years old – his father, Franjo, was killed in Vinkovci in 1991. He was a Croatian defender.  Igor Gilja and six other police offivers have been immediately suspended for assisting in taking down the controversial signs. 

Imagine putting a starving man at a table full of food? This can be compared to Igor Gilja, a man who was left fatherless. How would you react if your father was killed only twenty years years ago, and then to watch all his beliefs, core values and  principles be squashed right in front of your eyes? With an unemployment rate of almost 20%, doomed economy, and no bright future -a person in Croatia should consider themselves a very lucky to person to have a good government job. What Igor did was an act of patriotism. Just like that starving man being put at a table with an abundance of food, Igor Gilja never should have been on the job. But because he was, he decided the moment that sign came down, that some things are just worth fighting for.

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Bravo Igor Gilja! A Croatian hero from a Croatian hero’s family!!!!

Yugonostalgia: Romanticizing a regime

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(Latin, Cyrillic, who cares about those things, live life. Long live Yugoslavia, it was the best for us)

The other day I posted an article about Vukovar and the use of Cyrillic on my facebook page and shortly after, my friend acquaintance *Jelena (name has been changed) posted the above status. Fully aware it was directed towards me, I commented as did others, only to see it deleted shortly after. Her status perpetuated a number of likes (more than the 5 noted) and a number of encouraging comments, which confirmed my beliefs that nostalgia for Yugoslavia is very real.

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My parents were part of the mass exodus of thousands of Croat dissidents in the 60’s and 70’s who fled to Germany, Australia, Canada and the USA. This group of emigrants were different from those that fled the war in the 90’s. Many of the latter emigrants were from mixed marriages (Serb/Croat) and were granted refugee status in the west, solely based on their family dynamic. Many of these people didn’t want to leave Yugoslavia, and I’m sure most of them didn’t want war either, but they certainly didn’t want to stay while the ‘marriage’ of their country was dissolving. Yugoslavia was in many ways a representation of their marriage, so it was either split and go their separate ways with their own, or flee together to a neutral country where they could continue on with life.

This sentimental longing for Yugoslavia makes me want to go back in time and see this so called ‘wonderful’ life they were living. Even though I did not live in Yugoslavia, I am puzzled by this nostalgia. If Yugoslavia was this promised land of milk and honey, why did hundreds of thousands of people like my parents emigrate? Josip Broz Tito was a ruthless dictator, and a dictator IS his own country. Tito was a marshall, the supreme commander of JNA who kept his ‘nation’ brainwashed and quiet! The only way he could keep former Yugoslav republics together in a symbiosis was by giving them a so called country or federation, rebuilding it and later telling them what to think, speak and of course what not to say. And if you dared speak against his regime, you were either liquidated or you were thrown in a top secret, high security prison and labor camp on an island off of Croatia’s Adriatic coast. (The island Goli Otok was used to incarcerate Croat, Serb and other nationalist political prisoners).

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I find it ironic that *Jelena is a recent war time refugee, arriving with her family to Canada at a young age. Given that, she may only remember a few years of Yugoslavia because communism was dying in Eastern Europe in the late 80’s. Her parents most likely had decent jobs, education was free, there was new infrastructure and things were flourishing. Most importantly, there was this supposed harmonious brotherhood – a ‘brothers and sisters united in Yugoslavia’ spirit. And just as Tito tried to connect the nations and create a brotherhood in unity, he was successful in joining her parents, a Croat and a Serb, together in a union. Maybe it had nothing to do with Tito and maybe it had everything to do with Shakespeare, so while I don’t blame *Jelena, I understand where her yugonostagia comes from. Perhaps she is romanticizing this federation because of her parents union while at the same time, ignoring the fact that 1.2 million people were killed because of this regime. Whether they are members of the Croatian government, or wartime refugees like *Jelena, I view Yugonostalgics as defenders of one of the most cold, repressive and murderous systems the world has ever seen.

Vukovar NIKAD Bykobap

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Along the quiet Danube, lies a small city that was ravaged by war after Croatia’s declaration of independence over 20 years ago. Vukovar, bleeds again today.

It is September 4, 2013 and there is no war in Vukovar. When I open CNN’s homepage, there are talks of US intervention in Syria, but there is no mention of Vukovar, because there is no war in Croatia. There are no tanks, guns, or soldiers. Unless you count the war veterans (branitelji) who sit paralyzed in their wheelchairs. When I look at them, I see their hollow, empty eyes, observing the events happening in Vukovar. I try to process the tremendous pain they have in their hearts, equally baffled at the unthinkable: The Vukovar they fought for is now occupied by police who are safeguarding the Latin and Cyrllic signs on government buildings that have sprung in the city the last few days. (Croats use the latin alphabet, Serbs use cyrillic)

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Why is the Cyrillic alphabet igniting such outrage in a small country of 4 million people? When Croatia announced its seccession from Yugoslavia and declared independence, Serb rebels (četniks) were outraged by this and eventually captured Vukovar during a bloody 3 month siege which claimed the lives of 2,000 people and displaced thousands more. This would be the start of the 4 year war in the latest chapter of Croatia’s bloody history – The Croatian Independence War (Domovinski Rat).

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When I look at the picture above, I travel back in time to 1991. It was transitioning from fall to winter and the leaves had fallen off the trees – it was November in Canada – the start of a new dreary and grey winter season. For me personally, a depressing time of the year. This picture left an impact on me, so much, that the feeling still resonates 20 years later. I remember coming home from school that day, and upon greeting my parents, I knew something was wrong. My mother had tears in her eyes, and my father was screaming at the TV. Trying to break through the chaos and understand what my parents were so upset about, I kept hearing: Grenades, Vukovar, Serb rebels, Ovčara, Ceasefire, Vukovar, killings, Siniša Glavašević, Vukovar, Vukovar, Vukovar … The truth is, at the time, I’ve never even heard of Vukovar, Ovčara or Siniša Glavašević.

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“Slobodane Slobodane pripremi salate, bi’će mesa bi’će mesa, klat čemo Hrvate” (Slobodan, Slobodan prepare the salad, there will be meat, there will be meat, we will slaughter the Croats). The words to this song still haunt me to this day. This is what the četniks sang while marching through a destructed Vukovar. Vukovar at this point was abandoned and its citizens were the latest casualties of war. Their fate was either to be killed, or to be displaced. Vukovar was under siege, and the international media did not dare go there. However, the world did get daily radio reports all because of a young and brave reporter who stayed in the city under siege. Siniša Glavašević was the chief editor of Vukovar radio and was often known as the ‘Voice of Vukovar’.

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“The picture of Vukovar at the 22nd hour of the 87th day [of the siege] will remain forever in the memory of the witnesses of this time. There are infinite spooky sights, and you can smell the burning. We walk over bodies, building material, glass, detritus and the gruesome silence. … We hope that the torments of Vukovar are over” – Siniša Glavašević 18.11.1991

This is an exceprt from the last report he gave. Glavašević was killed in what was known as the Vukovar Hospital Massacre in Ovčara. It is estimated that 300 Croats were brutally beaten, tortured and executed there between Nov 20-21st, 1991. His body was later exhumed in 1997 from the mass grave of Ovčara. Vukovar suffered the greatest loss of human life during the war with a total of 2000 civilians killed (mostly Croat), 800 missing, and over 20,000 displaced.

Today, the population of Vukovar is divided into two ethnicities – 2/3 Croat, and 1/3 Serb. In 2009, the Croatian government voted that ethnic minorities have the right to use their respective languages for official purposes such as the names of public institutions or streets in areas where they make up more than a third of population. Croats want Vukovar to be exempt from this law because the wounds are still fresh for most Croats, especially to Marijan Živković who lost 2 sons in Vukovar.

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Earlier this week at the protest in Vukovar, Živković demonstrated his frustration with the new law and took a hammer to the newly erected bilingual sign.

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The Croatian leftist government (SDP) isn’t keeping quiet about the events in Vukovar. President Ivo Josipović condemned the protests and said that laws, which were constituted by all government parties 3 years ago, must be obeyed. He has recently said “If there exists a cafe for Serbs, and a cafe for Croats, there will never be happiness. I am for integration and not assimilation, and we must respect each other”.

My question is, who’s cafe is Mr. Ivo Josipović sitting in? Where was Mr. Josipović and all his other communist compatriots in 1991? What were they doing when barbarous Serb rebels encroached on our beloved homeland, wiping everyone and everything in sight? What was Croatia’s premier Zoran Milanović doing while my 31 yr old cousin was killed in Osijek, leaving behind a pregnant wife and 1 year old daughter? The current communists members of parliament were all young men in their 20’s during the war – did their arse even see the front lines? Did Mr. Josipović or Mr. Milanović stand side by side with the sons of Marijan Zivković, defending their beloved homeland? Mr. Josipović and Mr. Milanović, do you realize that since the war, over 2000 Croatian war veterans have taken their own lives?

So please, Mr. Josipović, don’t talk to me about integration. Don’t talk to me about forgiveness. Don’t talk to me about your old Yugo slogan “Brotherhood and Unity” (Bratstvo Jedinstvo) . Wake up and see that the country you are in charge of is bleeding!