The interview with Vuk Drašković on the occasion of his new book "Who killed Katarina" shows that we really live in a time when a lie has become the truth.
This former chief of staff, Comrade Mike Špiljak, went from an alleged dissident, to a fiery Serbian nationalist, who in the late 1980s on the beach in Bečići handed out "autographs" to members of the fairer sex on which he wrote his wish to "give birth to proud Serbs", a first-class war hero. the instigator, the leader of the vampirized Flatland movement, the minister of foreign affairs of the state that tries to hide the committed crimes, to the supposed opposition leader who woke up from a horrible nationalist dream, and now gives everyone lessons about morality and justice.
During the past decades, Drašković complained about the injustice done to him through the mouth of the fictitious "Judge", opened past wounds with "Knife" and reminded of the need for revenge, invoked the spirit of the war criminal Nikolaj Velimirović with "Prayer", and during long nights alone with the typewriter, applied make-up the face of another war criminal, Draža Mihailović.
Today, this literary and political half-wit sheds crocodile tears for that former "great state", at whose burial he worked double shifts for years. Having learned the craft of painting over the past from his spiritual and ideological brother, Novak Kilibarda, Drašković began his latest search for the culprit for "death in the house" by shyly sprinkling ashes.
Like his penitent predecessor Kilibarda, Drašković also believes that this cremation on paper gives him the moral right to determine the culprits and perform an autopsy on the deceased who he also stabbed in the heart.
Truth be told, Drašković rightly calls the late SFRY a "great country". She was really great because, among other things, she endured the blows he and his ideological gang gave her for decades.
As he has done all these decades, Drašković is still trying to deceive the readers by titling his pamphlet as a question: "Who killed Katarina". It is a lie framed in a cover to look like a book.
It's both a fake title and a fake question. Anyone with an iota of honesty knows exactly who killed Katarina.
Counting on the weak memory of his natives, Drašković places the blame for the disintegration of SFRY primarily outside Dedinje, whose activities he then presents as a reaction, and not as an initial impulse for disintegration and bloodshed. With this, he shows that mentally he has never left the ideological Ravna Gora. At that point, he remains faithful to the Serbian nationalist discourse that shaped him as a person.
In one place, Drašković speaks both a lie and the truth at the same time, claiming that "the culprits of Katarina's murder have no names, because they don't deserve a name."
It is a lie that they don't have names and surnames. We all know their names. We also know that his name is on that list. The truth is that they (the "culprits") do not deserve to be named. I mention him because he is aggressively repositioning himself as a peacemaker, a Southern nostalgic and a thin artistic soul who today is hurt by the fraternal wounds of the 1990s. There is no other reason for mentioning his name.
Between these extremes - publicly uttered lies and commonly known truths - for more than two decades, the stench of our everyday life has dominated, in which liars, thieves, murderers and warmongers share advice on reconciliation, and victims and executioners are put on the same level.
Finally, I would suggest Drašković to face himself and change the title of the second edition of his latest pamphlet to: "I killed Katarina". This space lacks honesty, so let him show himself there, if he wants to!
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