Wednesday, Good Friday, April 2, 1999
On C-Span, the Serbian National News Service: an interview with a farmer in
front of the collapsed roof and walls of his house, the building a victim of
an errant NATO bomb. Switch to a hospital: room after room in which the beds
are full of burn victims caused by the flames of rockets and bombs. Switch
back to an open field found filled with several unexploded bombs and
missiles. Grafitti scribbled by American airmen on the curved, gray metal
surfaces:
³Ha Ha Ha Ha²
³This One¹s For You.²
Etc.
High school bathroom graffiti ,or worse. As if this war is led by
extraordinarily well-armed juveniles. Our young.
Switch back to CNN. Images of Kosovites crossing the Macedonian border: A 95
year old man wrapped with blankets, pushed in a wheel-barrow. A teacher who
speaks English describes 3 black masked Serbs who invade her house, put a
gun to her stomach and demand her money, all of her money, that is, if she
wants to leave town alive.
Scenes of horror. Absolute disgusting horror. Each sides media displays the
horror of the other. This is Hell. Christ. Yes. Christ is dead. Dead many
times over. Or, to ask from any side, ³What vision of redemption can be
drawn from any of this?²
This morning, unmediated cylinders of tar in their broken paper rolls at
rest on Vicksburg.
To do someone¹s roof. Sitting there. Sitting there in wait of fire.
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From ³Crossing the Millennium, 1999 (Project)²
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