I spent last weekend visiting Amanda in Serbia, and it was an absolutely unbelievable experience. I planned the trip before Milosevic died, but happened to be there on the day that his coffin was being sent out of Belgrade to the funeral in his home town. It was not like anything I have ever experienced. This post will be about Milosevic and I'll post a second post to talk more about Belgrade and the rest of my time in Serbia.
My first morning in Belgrade (Saturday March 18th), Djordje (Amanda's Serbian boyfriend) and I went to have coffee while Amanda was teaching an English class. We were sitting in the second floor window, so that we could watchg the people go by. We spent the morning having some really interesting conversations about Serbia and about Milosevic. I'm not saying that my mind has changed, but hearing a Serbian perspective on the situation, especially a moderate Serbian perspective (neither extremely nationalist nor extremely anti-Milosevic) was very eye opening for me. It was hard, given the background that I have on the situation in the former Yugoslavia, to hear such a drastically different view, but it really challenged me to think more broadly about the complexity of such situations, and I think any conversation which challenges me to think in new ways is positive. It was difficult for me as well though, and I don't know that my opinion of Milosevic has really changed...
While we were having our coffee and pastries, Djordje pointed out a group of people walking below the cafe window. They were carrying Milosevic signs and big red flags and marching towards the demonstration which was being held in front of the parliament to send off Milosevic's coffin for his funeral. The group was fairly small, and I wasn't sure how big the whole demonstration would be, but I asked Djordje if he would mind walking towards the parliament just to see what was going on.
Taken From the Cafe Window,
People Walking to the Milosevic DemonstrationFlags Leading People to the Milosevic DemonstrationI think Djordje was a bit uncomfortable taking me, but he agreed to go for a few minutes just to see what was happening, so after coffee we walked in the direction that the small group of protesters had gone. As we walked through the streets of Belgrade towards the demonstration, there were more and more people, some with flags, some just walking, but all headed in the same direction. As we walked Djordje told me not to speak in English, because it could cause problems. He told me that he would speak Serbian to me and I could respond in Czech.
We came upon the actual demonstration rather suddenly, and it was unlike anything I have ever experienced before. I later read on the BBC that their were 50,000 people at the demonstration, and it's easy to believe. The people were endless. As far as I could see people were crammed together trying to see the small stage which had been set up in front of the parliament. A group of men had climbed into the trees that filled the park around the parliament to try to get a better view of the coffin itself and of the people on stage.
Our First View of the Demonstration"Strange Fruit",
Men Sitting in the Trees Trying to Get a View of the StageWe entered the crowd and were almost immediately engulfed. The people became very quickly thicker and thicker until it became almost entirely impossible to move. It was overwhelming. The people surrounding me shouted slogans, declaring "Kosovo is Serbia" and chanting "Slobo, Slobo" (Milosevic's nickname). One group of people standing near me held a huge banner with a slogan about "NATO Fascists" and swastikas drawn on it. Women clutched pictures of Milosevic to their chests as if they had lost a child and many people were crying.
Being Engulfed by the CrowdThe Fallen Hero/The Evil DictatorThe DemonstrationThe Parliament BuildingFlags Waving at the DemonstrationDjordje held my hand as we tried to push through the crowd, but it was like trying to push through rock. People were packed so tight that at times we had to simply stand still because no matter how hard you pushed, there was no where for people to move to. Eventually, some older Serbian men began trying to help people get through the crowd. It felt as though you had become only one cell in a huge organism, your movements were completely linked and determined by the movements of the other cells. I later learned that at least 1 person died and another 10 were taken to the hospital after being trampled by the crowd.
I felt for the first time in my life what it meant to be in a place which teetered on the edge of chaos. In the middle of that crowd, on that day in that city you just had a feeling that you walked on the edge of a very thin razor, and any moment somebody could slip and everything would just explode. Luckily, this time, nobody slipped.
When we finally made it out of the bulk of the crowd, we looked back on the crowd from the park. We could see the stage where the coffin was sitting. There was a screen set up on which they were projecting pictures of the crowd. The people waved their flags and chanted and the people on the stage seemed to be standing watch over the mass of people below them.
This day is one of those days that you know, with complete certainty as it happens you will tell your children about. Djordje and I were standing in the middle of history that day, and it was one of those rare occassions where we knew where we were standing while we stood there. For the rest of the day, Milosevic haunted our steps. Every where you walked, you saw people coming from the demonstrations, or heading towards them (both the one we were at and the anti-milosovic demonstration staged as a celebration of his death which I didn't see except on television). When the demonstrations finally ended, the people heading home blocked traffic along many roads, walking en masse through the middle of the streets.
Trolley Buses Lined Up Because of Blocked Roads
People Blocking the Streets on Their Way Back From the Demonstration,
After the Coffin LeftThe BBC's article about this day was entitled
A Tale of Two Cities: Milosevic Divides Belgrade in Death and I think this is quite an appropriate title, reflecting the division you can see in the two demonstrations that day, but I think that the author's comment at the end of the article is the most telling of all. Hawton comments:
But perhaps, on reflection, it was a tale of three cities. Because in Belgrade most people were not at either demonstration. They were shopping or watching sport on TV or drinking coffee. Most people do not want to think about the former president. They want to forget him and get on with their lives.This was my experience of Serbia. Most people there didn't have the demonized view that most of us in the US have of Milosevic, and yet neither are they ultra-nationalists who support genocide. Instead most see Milosevic the way he was in their own lives. As a leader, flawed and imperfect, who did both good and bad, and who has been blamed for more than they believe he ever did. Torn between anger at western retaliation against their country which infuriates them, and the charges laid against Milosevic by exactly those who destroyed huge parts of their lives with bombs and sanctions, most Serbs choose to look towards a future in which Serbia can be prosperous, instead of focussing their energy on the horrors of the past.Note: Taking pictures was impossible, and Djordje just grabbed my camera and began taking pictures over the heads of the people. Most of the pictures on this page were taken by him as we tried to move out of the crowd.