Bliss
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LOL. I was actually joking @Jackson...however, I still didn't know who the Tito was he mentioned. So it's some Yugo dictator General from the 40's? Interesting. The things you learn.............
Thanks y'all. :smt001
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LOL. I was actually joking @Jackson...however, I still didn't know who the Tito was he mentioned. So it's some Yugo dictator General from the 40's? Interesting. The things you learn.............
Thanks y'all. :smt001
karris
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Tito was a founding member of the Third World Organization. We're Third World White People. Who knew? Actually, white supremacists hate us more than anybody else. More of us have been genocided per capita than anybody else.
But then they would. We prove the lie to everything they believe. We prove that you can take perfectly high achieving white people and put them through the same conditions as people of color have been going through, like what we went through being kidnapped to another continent and held captive for centuries by people who did whatever they wanted to us, and you get the same results. Except here you get people who spend the 20th century getting themselves emancipated, while we spent the same century getting ourselves exterminated.
But then they would. We prove the lie to everything they believe. We prove that you can take perfectly high achieving white people and put them through the same conditions as people of color have been going through, like what we went through being kidnapped to another continent and held captive for centuries by people who did whatever they wanted to us, and you get the same results. Except here you get people who spend the 20th century getting themselves emancipated, while we spent the same century getting ourselves exterminated.
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Soulthinker
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In America however,the Yugoslavians Serbian,Croat,and Bosnian don't endure the persecutions.
karris
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Energy is never lost. It just changes form.
In the fifties, Japanese scientists put some baby monkeys who'd never known any other monkeys, not even their mothers, onto a deserted island. They'd dump sweet potatoes onto the beach for them to eat. One monkey figured out how to wash the sand off. Over time, a few more monkeys learned to do it. After a few generations, there were over a hundred of them and they all did it. Then the humans stole some more babies from that same group and isolated them from birth from all other monkeys so that no behavior could be learned, then released them on another deserted island. All those monkeys, who'd never seen any monkeys washing potatoes, from day one, washed their sweet potatoes.
If what's in little monkey souls about something as trifling as sand on sweet potatoes can persist permanently, how much more does something as intense as being in bondage for half a millenium or being cremated alive or otherwise massacred in the millions, persist in a creature as exquisitely sensate as a human being? We may endure it endlessly, to the point that some little girl on the other side of the world who doesn't even know who she is or what happened could see people who don't get exterminated, but have the magic to get emancipated instead, and be transfixed.
It could seem like the most precious, attractive thing in the world, that comes to enfuse all her passion. But no one will share it with her, see that she wants it, needs it, craves it, wants to know that she matters too. But she never does.
She's white.
Or, more accurately, still invisible.
Now you know how to pick us up.
We're waiting.
Still waiting.
In the fifties, Japanese scientists put some baby monkeys who'd never known any other monkeys, not even their mothers, onto a deserted island. They'd dump sweet potatoes onto the beach for them to eat. One monkey figured out how to wash the sand off. Over time, a few more monkeys learned to do it. After a few generations, there were over a hundred of them and they all did it. Then the humans stole some more babies from that same group and isolated them from birth from all other monkeys so that no behavior could be learned, then released them on another deserted island. All those monkeys, who'd never seen any monkeys washing potatoes, from day one, washed their sweet potatoes.
If what's in little monkey souls about something as trifling as sand on sweet potatoes can persist permanently, how much more does something as intense as being in bondage for half a millenium or being cremated alive or otherwise massacred in the millions, persist in a creature as exquisitely sensate as a human being? We may endure it endlessly, to the point that some little girl on the other side of the world who doesn't even know who she is or what happened could see people who don't get exterminated, but have the magic to get emancipated instead, and be transfixed.
It could seem like the most precious, attractive thing in the world, that comes to enfuse all her passion. But no one will share it with her, see that she wants it, needs it, craves it, wants to know that she matters too. But she never does.
She's white.
Or, more accurately, still invisible.
Now you know how to pick us up.
We're waiting.
Still waiting.
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Soulthinker
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The point is that the Yugoslavs are treated like White citizens not different like Black folks.
Deep
I've been reading your posts. Have you ever read the book Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell?
The book basically makes the point that so much of who and what we are today is the result of what we come from, how the people lived who we descend from, etc., even if it's from distant relatives who lived a century ago and whom we've never met - to your point about energy changing form.
There's been so much written on this topic about how traits and behaviors seem to turn up in people in different places who live in different times, but come from certain backgrounds. We are all that came before us!
I've been reading your posts. Have you ever read the book Outliers by Malcolm Gladwell?
The book basically makes the point that so much of who and what we are today is the result of what we come from, how the people lived who we descend from, etc., even if it's from distant relatives who lived a century ago and whom we've never met - to your point about energy changing form.
There's been so much written on this topic about how traits and behaviors seem to turn up in people in different places who live in different times, but come from certain backgrounds. We are all that came before us!
karris
New Member
I suppose it must be time for me to check that book out. My bf used that word yesterday, the first time I've heard it, in a little different context, though there was some uncertainty as to what exactly it does refer to.
It's fascinating that those scientists were from a culture steeped in ancestor worship and reincarnation. Their data seems to be supplying 'scientific proof' of mechanisms along those lines.
I keep saying we didn't know anything about who we were, and we knew everything. It was supposed to be some great gift that we were suddenly white and that whitewashed everything, but that's just a sentence to be a lost soul forever. There's tons of unconscious things we learn from our family, and we have no idea how long it's been lingering, or where it comes from. And there's even more shit that defies explanation. There's some kind of sixth sense thing going on. I don't consider myself psychic, not consciously, but when I look at some things I do, choose, become, it's the simplest explanation.
It's fascinating that those scientists were from a culture steeped in ancestor worship and reincarnation. Their data seems to be supplying 'scientific proof' of mechanisms along those lines.
I keep saying we didn't know anything about who we were, and we knew everything. It was supposed to be some great gift that we were suddenly white and that whitewashed everything, but that's just a sentence to be a lost soul forever. There's tons of unconscious things we learn from our family, and we have no idea how long it's been lingering, or where it comes from. And there's even more shit that defies explanation. There's some kind of sixth sense thing going on. I don't consider myself psychic, not consciously, but when I look at some things I do, choose, become, it's the simplest explanation.
karris
New Member
There's another angle on why all that mess from centuries of abuse, we'll call it racism since that's the closest word -- though technically absurd since the last century of that shit was from our own cousins -- persists even though you're officially/ostensibly off the hot seat. Another reason besides the hocus pocus of being haunted by the family spooks, I mean the ones by blood, not marriage LOL.
It's the INTERNALIZED RACISM. Yes, you could be on the other side of the world and not even know what happened, AND NOTHING WOULD CHANGE. All the fucked up sick and sorry and sad ways you have of hating on yourself and your own goes on without a hitch and can perpetuate itself till the end of time.
That's one of the first observations I made about black people way back when I was a little white college girl hanging with all those incredibly familiar 'serbians' LOL who'd magically reconstituted around me. All the white people in America could disappear tomorrow and NOTHING WOULD CHANGE. Wasn't sure how I was so sure about that, but indeed I was. Couldn't tell anybody, of course, since I was just a little white girl and infinitely unqualified to say one word on the subject, but I saw it all around me as surely as I'd noticed that the way my ostensibly 'bigoted' dad (who loved me like crazy for daily thrashing him on the subject) talked about y'all EXACTLY THE SAME WAY HE TALKED ABOUT US.
The truth is that healing from all that shit MIGHT NEVER HAPPEN. Personally, I haven't achieved nearly as much personal growth as I used to under my dad's proud tutelage. Having to play a white girl has been severely detrimental to my personal growth, or anyone else's for that matter. But I'm not playing that any more. I'm not white. Ja sam Srbitsa. The two terms are mutually exclusive, given American usage, unless of course, the usage changes. But it will. Just watch me.
It's the INTERNALIZED RACISM. Yes, you could be on the other side of the world and not even know what happened, AND NOTHING WOULD CHANGE. All the fucked up sick and sorry and sad ways you have of hating on yourself and your own goes on without a hitch and can perpetuate itself till the end of time.
That's one of the first observations I made about black people way back when I was a little white college girl hanging with all those incredibly familiar 'serbians' LOL who'd magically reconstituted around me. All the white people in America could disappear tomorrow and NOTHING WOULD CHANGE. Wasn't sure how I was so sure about that, but indeed I was. Couldn't tell anybody, of course, since I was just a little white girl and infinitely unqualified to say one word on the subject, but I saw it all around me as surely as I'd noticed that the way my ostensibly 'bigoted' dad (who loved me like crazy for daily thrashing him on the subject) talked about y'all EXACTLY THE SAME WAY HE TALKED ABOUT US.
The truth is that healing from all that shit MIGHT NEVER HAPPEN. Personally, I haven't achieved nearly as much personal growth as I used to under my dad's proud tutelage. Having to play a white girl has been severely detrimental to my personal growth, or anyone else's for that matter. But I'm not playing that any more. I'm not white. Ja sam Srbitsa. The two terms are mutually exclusive, given American usage, unless of course, the usage changes. But it will. Just watch me.
karris
New Member
But We's White Folks
That's a new category I'm adding to my blog. I'm collecting a bunch of little snippets that illustrate what perfect soul mates Serb and AA's are. Here's the first in the collection.
I'm reading Rebecca West's "Black Lamb and Grey Falcon." She's considered the leading female intellectual of the first half of the twentieth century writing in the English language. This was considered her magnum opus. It's supposedly a travel log, but it's really West on the Balkans through the ages. She loved us. The book's 1200 pages, but I'll be sorry when it's done.
So, the other day I read of her travels to the city of Rab on the Dalmation Coast in 1935. The first day they arrived they jumped in the ocean and paddled around so that they could take in the view of the town. She was in raptures. Built during the Renaissance by the South Slavs, it's of a piece with other Aegan architecture of the time, and then it's not. It's entirely original, in a sublime way.
Eventually, her party ventured out into the countryside, which hardly any tourists ever did, because it was such a bleak transition to desolation. She went into the history of foreign colonization, the systematic way every industry open to the residents was thwarted. The descendants of the beautiful city lived in poverty. The roads were full of beggars.
Then she observed that people whose lives are desolate love bright colors. She said this in reference to a group of young men gathered around one who had on a new suit. It was cut in a typical western fashion, except it was made of bright green velvet! Which, in the sunset was effervescing!
Making this a perfect example of my assertion that we Balkans put the lie to Aryan Supremacists. We prove to the world that you can take perfectly high achieving white people, subject them to the same shit usually reserved for people of color, and you will get the same results -- in this case, Zoot Suits! Amazing the specificity.
That's a new category I'm adding to my blog. I'm collecting a bunch of little snippets that illustrate what perfect soul mates Serb and AA's are. Here's the first in the collection.
I'm reading Rebecca West's "Black Lamb and Grey Falcon." She's considered the leading female intellectual of the first half of the twentieth century writing in the English language. This was considered her magnum opus. It's supposedly a travel log, but it's really West on the Balkans through the ages. She loved us. The book's 1200 pages, but I'll be sorry when it's done.
So, the other day I read of her travels to the city of Rab on the Dalmation Coast in 1935. The first day they arrived they jumped in the ocean and paddled around so that they could take in the view of the town. She was in raptures. Built during the Renaissance by the South Slavs, it's of a piece with other Aegan architecture of the time, and then it's not. It's entirely original, in a sublime way.
Eventually, her party ventured out into the countryside, which hardly any tourists ever did, because it was such a bleak transition to desolation. She went into the history of foreign colonization, the systematic way every industry open to the residents was thwarted. The descendants of the beautiful city lived in poverty. The roads were full of beggars.
Then she observed that people whose lives are desolate love bright colors. She said this in reference to a group of young men gathered around one who had on a new suit. It was cut in a typical western fashion, except it was made of bright green velvet! Which, in the sunset was effervescing!
Making this a perfect example of my assertion that we Balkans put the lie to Aryan Supremacists. We prove to the world that you can take perfectly high achieving white people, subject them to the same shit usually reserved for people of color, and you will get the same results -- in this case, Zoot Suits! Amazing the specificity.
karris
New Member
But We's White Folks #3
A Croatian man, during the days of Tito and communism, was talking about how he never knew any Serbs until he went into the military. There, he found out that a Serbian wedding takes four days.
"Four days!" he said. "You only need one day, then GET BACK TO WORK!"
Also during those days it was common for the other Yugoslav nationalities to resent Serbs, for hogging up all the entitlements.
A Croatian man, during the days of Tito and communism, was talking about how he never knew any Serbs until he went into the military. There, he found out that a Serbian wedding takes four days.
"Four days!" he said. "You only need one day, then GET BACK TO WORK!"
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Also during those days it was common for the other Yugoslav nationalities to resent Serbs, for hogging up all the entitlements.
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karris
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But We's White Folks #4
A young Serbian man lost his wife, who he was crazy about. To memorialize his feelings for her, he ordered a headstone for her, and had them engrave a likeness of her private parts into the granite.
It made headlines throughout Europe. At Topix.com/serbia, which is overrun by Croatian trolls and Serbs who get off on arguing with them, one droll troll remarked:
"Those fucking Serbs are such animals. Somebody should do away with them."
A young Serbian man lost his wife, who he was crazy about. To memorialize his feelings for her, he ordered a headstone for her, and had them engrave a likeness of her private parts into the granite.
It made headlines throughout Europe. At Topix.com/serbia, which is overrun by Croatian trolls and Serbs who get off on arguing with them, one droll troll remarked:
"Those fucking Serbs are such animals. Somebody should do away with them."
karris
New Member
What you've really been waiting to find out about. . . The Ultimate Party City
Allvoices goes traveling: Get lost in Belgrade—the ‘ultimate party city'
Belgrade : Serbia | Apr 23, 2013 at 1:22 AM PDT
By Mirjana Pantic 2 0
Last autumn, news broke that British citizen Peter Rhodes had gone missing in Belgrade, Serbia. He went there to see the Prodigy gig, but nobody had heard from him for three days afterward.
His family was scared to death, not only because many foreigners do not consider Serbia a safe country, even though war ended more than 15 years ago, but also because Peter’s flight to Belgrade was his first flight abroad.
Everybody was looking for Peter. Serbian and international media reported he was missing. People shared a photo of Peter on Facebook and Twitter. There was even a post on the Prodigy website.
The huge drama finally ended three days later, when Peter showed up in a hotel happy and safe. Serbs assumed he had drunk too much “Sljivovica,” a famous Serbian plum brandy. Rhodes told the Serbian press he wondered around unable to find hotel, enjoyed Belgrade’s night life, met many people, drank brandy and got his 17th tattoo done.
“I have experienced nirvana. Four days in Serbia were best days of my life. I really enjoyed it. If I had to do it again, I would do the same,” Rhodes said after being found.
This is not a guide to getting drunk or description of the worst hangover. The case of Peter Rhodes actually explains why Lonely Planet, one of the top tourism websites in the world, declared Belgrade one of the 10 greatest comeback cities and the world’s ultimate party city.
Foreigners are quite often astonished by a large number of youths sitting at bars around noon, during working hours. The truth is many of these people are unemployed. One could ask how come they have money for a coffee or a beer then. Well, Serbs are so eager to have fun that they will spend the last dime in a bar.
You are never too young or too old to hang out in Belgrade. If you take a walk down the picturesque, cobblestoned Skadarska Street, you’ll see both elderly people at the bars and restaurants, singing and dancing along with local Serbian musicians, and young people doing the same thing. Skadarska Street, or just “Skadarlia,” is a famous bohemian quarter where it doesn’t matter how old you are or where you’re from, as long as you want to make the most of your night out.
Whether you have some extra money or live on a tight budget, nightlife experience begins with gathering at the cafe or at friend’s flat. After getting a bit tipsy, Serbs go to a discotheque or a club to dance till the early morning hours. If you hit a disco or a club at 11 p.m., you will find almost nobody there. But later, after midnight, these empty spaces turn into wild and loud party venues. Besides, it is not unusual to see Serbs going straight to the restaurant Friday after work and staying there at least till midnight.
During summertime, those who want to party until dawn usually go to the floating river clubs, where they can dance and listen to the variety of music, from traditional country to drum-and-bass and punk rock. Many of these people you’ll see clumsy and tipsy early in the morning on their road from the night clubs to the bakeries or burger houses. After filling up their stomach, they go home.
Be aware that Serbs like to mingle when they go out, and don’t be surprised if you see a group of three or five people suddenly turning into a group of 10 or more people who never met each other before but are enjoying each other’s company at the moment. Experiencing nightlife, enjoying local hospitality and spontaneously meeting new people who will later probably become your hosts—maybe even lifelong friends—will make you forget about Serbia’s ugly past and intensely wish to come back someday.
Mirjana Pantic is based in Illinois, Illinois, United States of America, and is an Anchor for Allvoices.
Allvoices goes traveling: Get lost in Belgrade—the ‘ultimate party city'
Belgrade : Serbia | Apr 23, 2013 at 1:22 AM PDT
By Mirjana Pantic 2 0
Last autumn, news broke that British citizen Peter Rhodes had gone missing in Belgrade, Serbia. He went there to see the Prodigy gig, but nobody had heard from him for three days afterward.
His family was scared to death, not only because many foreigners do not consider Serbia a safe country, even though war ended more than 15 years ago, but also because Peter’s flight to Belgrade was his first flight abroad.
Everybody was looking for Peter. Serbian and international media reported he was missing. People shared a photo of Peter on Facebook and Twitter. There was even a post on the Prodigy website.
The huge drama finally ended three days later, when Peter showed up in a hotel happy and safe. Serbs assumed he had drunk too much “Sljivovica,” a famous Serbian plum brandy. Rhodes told the Serbian press he wondered around unable to find hotel, enjoyed Belgrade’s night life, met many people, drank brandy and got his 17th tattoo done.
“I have experienced nirvana. Four days in Serbia were best days of my life. I really enjoyed it. If I had to do it again, I would do the same,” Rhodes said after being found.
This is not a guide to getting drunk or description of the worst hangover. The case of Peter Rhodes actually explains why Lonely Planet, one of the top tourism websites in the world, declared Belgrade one of the 10 greatest comeback cities and the world’s ultimate party city.
Foreigners are quite often astonished by a large number of youths sitting at bars around noon, during working hours. The truth is many of these people are unemployed. One could ask how come they have money for a coffee or a beer then. Well, Serbs are so eager to have fun that they will spend the last dime in a bar.
You are never too young or too old to hang out in Belgrade. If you take a walk down the picturesque, cobblestoned Skadarska Street, you’ll see both elderly people at the bars and restaurants, singing and dancing along with local Serbian musicians, and young people doing the same thing. Skadarska Street, or just “Skadarlia,” is a famous bohemian quarter where it doesn’t matter how old you are or where you’re from, as long as you want to make the most of your night out.
Whether you have some extra money or live on a tight budget, nightlife experience begins with gathering at the cafe or at friend’s flat. After getting a bit tipsy, Serbs go to a discotheque or a club to dance till the early morning hours. If you hit a disco or a club at 11 p.m., you will find almost nobody there. But later, after midnight, these empty spaces turn into wild and loud party venues. Besides, it is not unusual to see Serbs going straight to the restaurant Friday after work and staying there at least till midnight.
During summertime, those who want to party until dawn usually go to the floating river clubs, where they can dance and listen to the variety of music, from traditional country to drum-and-bass and punk rock. Many of these people you’ll see clumsy and tipsy early in the morning on their road from the night clubs to the bakeries or burger houses. After filling up their stomach, they go home.
Be aware that Serbs like to mingle when they go out, and don’t be surprised if you see a group of three or five people suddenly turning into a group of 10 or more people who never met each other before but are enjoying each other’s company at the moment. Experiencing nightlife, enjoying local hospitality and spontaneously meeting new people who will later probably become your hosts—maybe even lifelong friends—will make you forget about Serbia’s ugly past and intensely wish to come back someday.
Mirjana Pantic is based in Illinois, Illinois, United States of America, and is an Anchor for Allvoices.
karris
New Member
But We's White Folks #5
That reminds me of another one of these. It's rumored that Belgrade has a very hot night life and the women are astonishingly beautiful. Someone remarked that it's not so much that the people are basically so much better looking that anyone else, it's just that, being in an economy that forces most to do manual work, and many still do farmwork, they're very fit, and, even if they have little money, whatever they have, they spend on clothes.
That reminds me of another one of these. It's rumored that Belgrade has a very hot night life and the women are astonishingly beautiful. Someone remarked that it's not so much that the people are basically so much better looking that anyone else, it's just that, being in an economy that forces most to do manual work, and many still do farmwork, they're very fit, and, even if they have little money, whatever they have, they spend on clothes.
Soulthinker
Well-Known Member
Karris, it is going to be a while before brothers other than ballers can visit Belgrade. If there are more Serbian women that looked liked Coco you will have a flood of bros.
karris
New Member
I had lunch at Whole Foods and read Rebecca West's observations, ca. 1935;
Ah, those angry young men of my youth who were so enormously sexy to me, whose anger was the most beautiful thing in my universe. They were so correct in everything they said, and their passionate anger was as sexually riveting as it was profound, going to the heart of what I loved. I could not live without it. In fact, I had never lived without it, for hundreds of years. I didn’t know then that I was seeing my own in these brothers, but what I felt was my own, I knew that much.
She goes on:
That’s who I was, and why I was there, across that line.
Soulthinker, the connection between Serbian women and African American men is a good deal deeper than tits and ass. At least, the men of my experience have been, but what would I know, in a mere 40 years, or is that 620?
Ah, those angry young men of my youth who were so enormously sexy to me, whose anger was the most beautiful thing in my universe. They were so correct in everything they said, and their passionate anger was as sexually riveting as it was profound, going to the heart of what I loved. I could not live without it. In fact, I had never lived without it, for hundreds of years. I didn’t know then that I was seeing my own in these brothers, but what I felt was my own, I knew that much.
She goes on:
That’s who I was, and why I was there, across that line.
Soulthinker, the connection between Serbian women and African American men is a good deal deeper than tits and ass. At least, the men of my experience have been, but what would I know, in a mere 40 years, or is that 620?
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karris
New Member
I have a new best friend, a journalist in Belgrade, who has been giving me a great deal of encouragement. She thinks my story will be well received there, Diaspora writers often are. I've learned a great deal from her, she's provided me with a book in Serbian that I'm slowly machine translating, documenting what happened to my family and their kith and kin in WWII.
What I mainly want to add here are two links. One is to a documentary about the 90's war done by a 24 y.o. Serbo-Canadian with a very sardonic Michael Moorish approach. Brilliant, loveable kid.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=waEYQ46gH08
[YOUTUBE]waEYQ46gH08[/YOUTUBE]
It reveals how the impression we had of that war was sheer propaganda we feel for hook line and sinker.
Then, just today, she sent me this link:
http://inserbia.info/news/2013/08/croats-bosnians-serbs-you-have-been-manipulated-war-was-staged-former-cia-officer/
A CIA agent, the one Clooney portrayed in Syriana, has revealed how the US cooked that war, and the extreme propaganda re: Serbs. The Balkans are the only land route between the West and the East. To the north nothing but mountain ranges. Any super power MUST control that turf. And Serbs have always been a total PITA to imperialists. They definitively had to be neutralized and the country acquiesced by the US. Just getting ready for Armageddon, baby.
In short, if you want to know how we see ourselves, watch/read the above, and if you're really thorough get ahold of Rebecca West's "Black Lamb and Grey Falcon." She reveals all. It's fascinating if just for its insights into the causes of the First World War.
What I mainly want to add here are two links. One is to a documentary about the 90's war done by a 24 y.o. Serbo-Canadian with a very sardonic Michael Moorish approach. Brilliant, loveable kid.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=waEYQ46gH08
[YOUTUBE]waEYQ46gH08[/YOUTUBE]
It reveals how the impression we had of that war was sheer propaganda we feel for hook line and sinker.
Then, just today, she sent me this link:
http://inserbia.info/news/2013/08/croats-bosnians-serbs-you-have-been-manipulated-war-was-staged-former-cia-officer/
A CIA agent, the one Clooney portrayed in Syriana, has revealed how the US cooked that war, and the extreme propaganda re: Serbs. The Balkans are the only land route between the West and the East. To the north nothing but mountain ranges. Any super power MUST control that turf. And Serbs have always been a total PITA to imperialists. They definitively had to be neutralized and the country acquiesced by the US. Just getting ready for Armageddon, baby.
In short, if you want to know how we see ourselves, watch/read the above, and if you're really thorough get ahold of Rebecca West's "Black Lamb and Grey Falcon." She reveals all. It's fascinating if just for its insights into the causes of the First World War.
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