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Have you seen the Emperor's Clothes movie, 'Judgment'? It proves the media fabricated pictures to sell the public the claim that the Bosnian Serbs were running death camps. (More details at the end of this post.)


A Reporter's Account of an Evening Spent with Nasir Oric, the Muslim Commander in Srebrenica

Original title, 'Fearsome Muslim warlord eludes Bosnian Serb forces'
Toronto Star, July 16, 1995
By Bill Schiller


Dear Emperor's Clothes,

Re: "A Rare Glimpse at the Reality of the Bosnian War "

Thanks for this little antidote to the view of the Jugoslavian wars peddled so assiduously by the mainstream media! One minor suggestion: if possible, it would be nice to have access to the entire Toronto Star article in which Nasir Oric boasts about his "Greatest Hits." That way, Emperor's Clothes would not open itself to an accusation of selective citation....

H. Day


Dear Mr. Day,

The article can be accessed only on search engines that archive past news, e.g., Lexis-Nexis. So I can't publish a link, but I've posted the full text, below.

Jared Israel
Emperor's Clothes


The Toronto Star
July 16, 1995, Sunday, Sunday Second Edition
Section: NEWS; Pg. A1
Length: 816 Words
Headline: Fearsome Muslim warlord eludes Bosnian Serb forces
Byline: Bill Schiller Toronto Star
Dateline: Belgrade, Yugoslavia

BELGRADE, Yugoslavia - When Bosnian Serb commander Gen. Ratko Mladic swept triumphantly into Srebrenica last week, he not only wanted to sweep Srebrenica clean of Muslims - he wanted Nasir Oric.

In Mladic's view, the powerfully built Muslim commander had made life too difficult and too deadly for Serb communities nearby.

Even though the Serbs had Srebrenica surrounded, Oric was still mounting commando raids by night against Serb targets.

Oric, as blood-thirsty a warrior as ever crossed a battlefield, escaped Srebrenica before it fell. Some believe he may be leading the Bosnian Muslim forces in the nearby enclaves of Zepa and Gorazde. Last night these forces seized armored personnel carriers and other weapons from U.N. peacekeepers in order to better protect themselves.

Oric is a fearsome man, and proud of it.

I met him in January, 1994, in his own home in Serb-surrounded Srebrenica.

On a cold and snowy night, I sat in his living room watching a shocking video version of what might have been called Nasir Oric's Greatest Hits.

There were burning houses, dead bodies, severed heads, and people fleeing.

Oric grinned throughout, admiring his handiwork.

"We ambushed them," he said when a number of dead Serbs appeared on the screen.

The next sequence of dead bodies had been done in by explosives: "We launched those guys to the moon," he boasted.

When footage of a bullet-marked ghost town appeared without any visible bodies, Oric hastened to announce: "We killed 114 Serbs there."

Later there were celebrations, with singers with wobbly voices chanting his praises.

These video reminiscences, apparently, were from what Muslims regard as Oric's glory days. That was before most of eastern Bosnia fell and Srebrenica became a "safe zone" with U.N. peacekeepers inside - and Serbs on the outside.

Lately, however, Oric increased his hit-and-run attacks at night. And in Mladic's view, it was far too successful for a community that was supposed to be suppressed.

The Serbs regard Oric, once Serb President Slobodan Milosevic's personal bodyguard, as a war criminal.

But they don't want to send him to the international war crimes tribunal in The Hague, Netherlands. They want to track him down and kill him.

The only songs they want sung of Nasir Oric are funeral dirges.

But that hasn't happened.

Srebrenica, surrounded by 3,000 armed Serbs as it was then, was a strange town. It held a desperate kind of life - a life in suspended animation.

People talked about what they used to do, or used to be. Or about what they would do or would become once they were free again.

Sleeping beneath the sheltering sky near Tuzla as Srebrenica's surviving residents did last week - after having been driven from their homes - was not in their catalogue of expectations.

I remember steep streets lined with snow and, everywhere, firewood.

Srebrenica, an old silver mining town, was built to hold 4,500 residents, but was then crammed with 22,500. And the overall pocket, some 14 kilometres wide by 16 kilometres long, had swelled to 46,000 in all.

It had the look and feel of an overcrowded, somewhat dilapidated, ski resort town.

But it was anything but.

Still, people were friendly. The face of an outsider, an unexplained newcomer, came as a pleasant surprise to them and I was welcomed into their homes, served tea brewed on makeshift firewood stoves, and treated with kindness.

There was, even then, some tension in the air about our Canadian peacekeepers there. But they were still doing a good job - even an excellent one - despite extraordinarily high expectations.

I got into Srebrenica by convincing Bosnian Serb leader Radovan Karadzic that the time was right for a journalist to visit. None had been allowed for more than 100 days. People were wondering what was going on behind the curtain.

In the end, another journalist asked to come along. He had a vehicle, and I didn't. It was a good trade-off.

But what we smelled there, besides the smoke of a thousand and one cooking fires, was the slow death of hope.

No one wanted to admit it was a hopeless situation. They wanted to believe that someone, something, perhaps some extraordinary act of fate, was going to save them and their town.

They just didn't know what it was. And that not knowing ate away at them, just as their thinning food supplies, having been choked off by the Serbs, did.

At the very end of the only real street that led all the way down into the town and became, in effect, main street, I'll always remember dozens of kids taking turns whizzing across a pool of sheer ice, their bottoms protected by worn pieces of thin cardboard.

We don't use the word "glee" anymore. But that's what it was then. Glee on Main Street, Downtown Srebrenica.

A bit of laughter against the cold. A bit of glee in the face of inevitable doom.

(c) The Toronto Star 1992 - Posted for educational and fair use only


'JUDGMENT!' - Shown as Evidence at The Hague Tribunal

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On September 26, at the opening of the Bosnian part of Milosevic's trial at The Hague, a movie called 'Judgment! was shown, proving that famous photos of what was supposed to be a Bosnian Serb death camp, broadcast worldwide on August 6, 1992, were fabricated.

The movie demonstrates step-by-step how the phony pictures were created.

Those pictures were originally televised on August 6, 1992. Twenty minutes later, George Bush, Sr. held a press conference, expressing shock and outrage and announcing tough measures against Serbia and the Bosnian Serbs. This was followed by a worldwide media campaign, using the pictures to isolate the Serbs and justify economic and military attacks.

If the pictures were a fraud, as we feel 'Judgment!' proves, then what about the injustice done to the Serbian people?

Purchase a copy of 'Judgment!' If you conclude that we're not telling the truth, return it and we'll refund the purchase price, no hassle. To date, not one person has asked for their money back.

'Judgment!' is based on footage shot by Serbian TV and edited by Mihajlo and Petar Ilic of Ilke Productions, who have graciously permitted Emperor's Clothes to use their work to produce this movie for an English-speaking audience.

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