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| The US and the Yugoslav Catastrophe | View other pieces in "The New York Review of Books" |
| By Mark Danner | November 20, 1997 |
| Tags: Balkans, Bosnia, Srebrenica |
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Books discussed in this article: 1.
In the former Yugoslavia, where in four years of war millions had been
“ethnically cleansed,” such eyes had long since grown familiar.
And yet something set apart this particular sea of the uprooted: every
last one was a woman or child. The men of Srebrenica had somehow disappeared.
By dawn the people of Srebrenica had become hysterical with fear, and the UN compound and its environs had become a vast chaotic refugee camp of the terrified, with tens of thousands of desperate people moving about in waves of screaming and pleading and shouting. Suddenly quiet began spreading out from the edge of the crowd, and heads turned to see a stout bull-necked general march forward, trailed by an entourage of officers and television cameras. Elated by his victory, General Ratko Mladic puffed out his barrel chest. “Please be patient,” he shouted. “Those who want to leave can leave. There is no need to be frightened. You’ll be taken to a safe place.” As his men passed out chocolates to the children, Mladic bent to pat the head of a frightened young boy—a telegenic image that was to circle the globe. When the buses began to pull up, a “blue helmet” stepped forward and told Mladic timidly that he must speak to the Dutch commander before any refugees could be taken. The general smiled patronizingly. “I am in charge here,” he said. “I’ll decide what happens.” To the crowd, and the world, Mladic proclaimed, “No one will be harmed. You have nothing to fear. You will all be evacuated.” Yet when hundreds, thousands of families began to rush toward the buses, stumbling under the weight of their baggage, Mladic bellowed, “All men should go back! Only women can go to the buses.” Video images of tearful parting now, as the Serbs, weapons raised, stepped forward to pull fathers and sons and brothers from the desperate clutches of their women. “Follow the line!” the soldiers shouted.[2] And finally, casting pleading looks back over their shoulders, the women and children began to board.[3] One by one the buses set out on their nightmare voyages, passing through darkened villages where Serb civilians shouted angry threats and attacked with a clatter of stones. In one town, “three soldiers came onto the bus and told us to give them the youngest child …so they could slit its throat.”[4] Usually, though, the soldiers were content to rob and to rape, dragging out women of their choice, who wept and pleaded and did not return. As the darkness faded the women saw ghostly corpses taking shape by the roadside, and they forced themselves to stare at the bloody remains to see if their husbands or sons were among them. Near dawn they begin to pass crowds of Muslim prisoners. “I saw about 2,000 of our men…. They had their hands tied above their heads…. The [Serbs] were standing around them with their guns at the ready.”[5] A couple of thousand of these men the Serbs pack aboard trucks and unload at a school, where they are forced into a sweltering gymnasium that is so inhumanly crowded many have no choice but to sit for hours in one another’s laps. Others the Serbs dump out on an athletic field and push to their knees, prodding them with their rifles throughout the day as the men kneel frozen beneath the blazing sun. Still others they hold imprisoned in buses and trucks, ordering them to sit for hour upon hour with their bodies bent fully forward and their heads held between their knees. In each place General Mladic appears, urging the men to “be patient,” for “a prisoner exchange” is being worked out. And at last the Serbs announce that the negotiations have been completed and the Muslims will be driven to freedom. Yet the men of Srebrenica are blindfolded before they are packed aboard the trucks, which rumble only a short distance before they come to a stop and the men are ordered to jump out: I saw grass underneath the blindfold. [My cousin] Haris took my hand. He said, “They’re going to execute us.” ...I heard gunfire…. Haris was hit and fell towards me, and I fell with him. I heard moaning from people who were just about to die, and suddenly Haris’s body went limp. I heard the [Serbs] talking. They sounded young…. Someone was ordering them to finish us off…. [T]he next…prisoners… were executed about twenty meters away…. I heard all the bullets whizzing by and thought I would be hit…. I also heard a bulldozer working in the background and became horrified. My worst nightmare was that I would be buried alive. I kept hearing people gasping, asking for water so they wouldn’t die thirsty…. I lay on the ground with no shirt on all day; it was extremely hot, and ants were eating me alive…. Soon many of my body parts fell asleep…. [I blacked out and when] I woke up, [it] was night and I saw light beams from a bulldozer’s headlights. I still heard the same noises…—trucks driving up, people getting out, and gunshots. I also remember distinctly an older voice calling, “Don’t kill us, we didn’t do anything to you,” followed by gunfire. Later, I heard…someone saying, “No more left; it’s late…. Leave some guards here and we’ll take the bodies away tomorrow.” ... [N]o one wanted to stay…. They said, “They’re all dead anyway,” and then left. ...When I finally decided to get up, I couldn’t; my whole body was numb. When at last he managed to get to his feet and pull off
his blindfold he found himself gazing at a moonlit “sea of corpses.”
Though the meadow was broader and longer than a football field, the thousands
of cadavers so thoroughly obscured every bit of ground that when he tried
to flee “without stepping on the dead…[it] was impossible, so I
tried at least not to step on the chests and torsos, but [only] onto arms
and hands.”[6]
Though neither the murderers nor their victims knew it, their images would twice more be committed to film.[7] As the men of Srebrenica stood before their executioners, a United States satellite high above had snapped a photograph, and in coming days, when an American pilot flew his spy plane over the same site, he would take another—of freshly covered plots of earth.[8] 2. Back in Washington, the President was behind the White House, practicing his putting. As Bill Clinton crouched over his private putting green, Sandy Berger, his deputy adviser for national security affairs, and Nancy Soderberg, number three on the National Security Council (NSC) staff, approached hesitantly. They had news from Srebrenica, Berger announced, and with that he began to tell the President tales of terror and murder. He did not get far. As Bob Woodward tells it: “This can’t continue,” Clinton said, blowing up into one of his celebrated rages. “We have to seize control of this.” Where were the new ideas? Berger reminded him that [adviser for national security affairs Anthony] Lake was trying to develop an Endgame strategy. “I’m getting creamed!” Clinton said, unleashing his frustration, spewing forth profanity. He was putting, and he did not look up at Berger or Soderberg as he stroked the balls one after the other to the hole. They kicked the balls back to him to putt again. Soderberg felt almost as if she had fallen into Clinton’s mind, and they were witnessing the interior monologue of his anxiety. He was in an impossible position, he said. He needed to do something.[9]What is striking here is not Clinton’s “forty-five-minute diatribe”—no follower of his career is unfamiliar with these—but that shortly after this particular eruption his administration did indeed begin to “do something.” If one had to identify a point where the half-hearted diplomatic initiatives and hollow threats and straddling of options finally coalesced into a purposeful American policy toward Bosnia, it would be here, after the fall of Srebrenica and the bloodbath that followed. Scarcely three weeks later, on August 4, the Croats, having received a discreet “green light” from the Americans, launched a lightning attack on the Krajina, the Serb-inhabited region of Croatia that had been conquered by Serbia early in the war. The Croatian military, which had been rearmed with the help of Iran and other Middle Eastern states and had been trained by retired high-ranking American officers, reconquered the entire region, and expelled the Serbs, many of whose families had lived there for centuries, in barely four days. The Croats—and the Bosnian Muslims as well, who, thanks to the efforts of American diplomats were now fighting with the Croats in a loose coalition—swiftly began to retake territory from the Serbs. The tide of war had begun to turn. On August 28, Serb artillerymen fired a mortar shell into a Sarajevo market, killing thirty-seven people. Clinton immediately pressed NATO to launch its fighter-bombers. More than two weeks of relentless bombing, together with the Serb and Croat victories of that summer—and the territorial and “demographic” changes (read: ethnic cleansing) that went along with them—helped to make possible at last the peace accord that was concluded some three months later at Dayton, Ohio, and the dispatch of twenty thousand American troops to enforce it. Though President Clinton vowed to Congress and to the American people that the troops would leave Bosnia within a year, in Bosnia they remain, as does an obvious question: What led Clinton, after four and a half years of savage fighting, perhaps two hundred thousand dead, and unspeakable brutalities that bred three million refugees, at last to plunge the United States into direct involvement in the Yugoslav wars? True, Bob Dole and other senators were bringing strong pressure to bear on the President, having voted on July 26, 1995, soon after the massacre at Srebrenica, to force him to lift the arms embargo on Bosnia. More important, the French and British were threatening to withdraw their peacekeeping contingents by November 1995, which would force Clinton to fulfill his promise to send American troops to support what was sure to be a messy and bloody operation—and which meant that, just as the 1996 election was looming into view, American troops, one way or another, would be going to Bosnia.[10] Plainly, though, Clinton, in his furious exhortation to “seize control of this,” had in mind something more than sidestepping Dole or the allies. Days after the fall of Srebrenica, during a meeting on Anthony Lake’s plan for the “endgame” in Bosnia, the President declared that his administration’s current Bosnia policy was “doing enormous damage to the United States and to our standing in the world. We look weak.” And then: “Our position is unsustainable, it’s killing the US position of strength in the world.”[11] Bosnia “killing the US position of strength in the world”? Could Clinton seriously believe this of an immiserated country of three million whose security, American officials had insisted for four years, seemed to touch no American national interest? During the Yugoslav war’s first eighteen months, George Bush and his advisors had maintained a disciplined standoffishness—”We got no dog in this fight,” as Secretary of State James Baker put it—which they held to even in the face of the uproar that followed televised pictures of emaciated Bosnians staring out from behind the barbed wire of concentration camps. As for Clinton, though he had announced his sympathy for the plight of the Bosnian Muslims as early as the 1992 campaign, in office he proved no more willing than Bush to risk American lives to help them. Somehow Bosnia had now become not only one of America’s national interests but a preeminent one—a “symbol of US foreign policy,” as Lake pronounced it. How and when did such a metamorphosis take place? After all, the Realpolitik fears about the war spreading—that Yugoslavia’s breakup might, through heightened violence and repression in Kosovo, draw in Albania and Macedonia, and then Greece and Turkey, thereby pitting two countries of NATO’s southern flank against one another—had not been realized. Yet Clinton apparently believed he was pointing to an equally tangible threat. If during the cold war human rights had never had much more than a decorative part in American foreign policy—they were the “idealist” concern par excellence—the prolonged killing in Bosnia, and the “international community’”s powerlessness to stop it, had shown how, in the post- cold war world, highly visible and widespread violations of human rights could threaten the prestige and thus the power of both the United States and international institutions. When soldiers of a small European power methodically murder great numbers of unarmed people virtually in front of the world’s television cameras, and American leaders appear to do little more than look on and wring their hands, this will inevitably come to make the United States “look weak.” And when American officials and their counterparts in Paris and London and Bonn spend their time exchanging nasty public criticisms, this will eventually make the Western alliance look impotent and irrelevant. By mid-1995, the untrammeled mass murder in Europe had made these risks plain: if left unaddressed, the bloodshed might well undermine NATO; further weaken the United Nations and other international institutions at the very time they were struggling to define their true post-cold war purposes; and eventually erode the international order that the United States, as the new, uncontested hegemon, appeared determined to bolster and maintain.[12] What happened in Yugoslavia was not unforeseen; few “crises” have been as accurately predicted. But if American leaders saw the wars in the former Yugoslavia emerging on the horizon, they proved unable to understand their significance. Early on, when the threat might well have been averted at relatively low cost, the experienced men in charge of American policy made profound misjudgments that can only be ascribed to their own shaky grasp of reality as the US passed, almost imperceptibly, into the unfamiliar seas of the post-cold war world. 3. In early 1989, in a tiny, smoky office on the seventh floor of the State Department, two old “Yugo hands” swapped stories about their Belgrade years. The office, and the smoke, belonged to Lawrence Eagleburger, George Bush’s asthmatic deputy secretary of state designate, who was sneaking a cigarette. His visitor, Warren Zimmermann, a longtime foreign service officer whom the Senate had just confirmed as ambassador to Yugoslavia, had come seeking advice from a man who had held the same post in the late 1970s and whom Zimmermann respected as “one of the foremost American experts on the Balkans.” Amid the smoke in that cramped space the two men labored over a seemingly straightforward question: What were the United States’ interests in Yugoslavia? By the time they had done talking they had begun to sketch out an answer: Eagleburger and I agreed that in my introductory calls [in Belgrade and the republics]...I would deliver a new message[:] I would say that Yugoslavia and the Balkans remained important to US interests, but that Yugoslavia no longer enjoyed its former geopolitical significance…. It was no longer unique, since both Poland and Hungary now had more open political and economic systems. Its failures in the human rights area…now loomed larger.
Now that the cold war was drawing to a close, why should Yugoslavia remain a “pampered child of American and Western diplomacy”? But though Zimmermann and Eagleburger apparently believed they had devised the core of a fresh policy, they were plainly mistaken. True, “Yugoslavia no longer enjoyed its former geopolitical significance,” but any new approach had to begin by answering the question: What was the country’s significance now, and why? Lacking answers, Eagleburger and Zimmermann relied on premises that were rooted in the past, in the cold war itself, proclaiming, in effect, that “if Yugoslavia’s significance to the United States has heretofore been great, owing to the flourishing of the Cold War, then its significance must now be slight, owing to the Cold War’s collapse.” Such circular reasoning produced a rich example, in the words of then NSC aide Robert Hutchings, “of applying yesterday’s strategic logic to tomorrow’s problems.” From “this flawed premise,” as Hutchings says, “flawed policies ensued.” Since Yugoslavia had abruptly become a country of relative insignificance to the United States, its looming political problems appeared impossible to resolve; or rather, the means that appeared necessary to “manage” the Yugoslav crisis—especially the threat, or even the use, of military force—American leaders took to be wholly disproportionate to the United States’ diminished interest in the country. Thus, in the recollections of many officials, one senses an underlying feeling of powerlessness. Even in Zimmermann’s fine memoir, in which the ambassador describes the fascinating personalities and intricate plottings of Milosevic, Tudjman, Karadzic, and the rest (he opens his book by announcing that “this is a story with villains—villains guilty of destroying the multiethnic state of Yugoslavia”)—even in Zimmermann’s colorful narrative, one senses here and there a pungent fatalism. The bloodshed, however long anticipated, comes inexorably on, and no one, it seems—particularly no American official, even one as energetic, resourceful, and dedicated as Zimmermann—is able in the end to do much beyond look on in sad fascination. This feeling of distracted powerlessness, it is only fair to note, was much more the rule than the exception among American officials. In 1990 and 1991, when vigorous early diplomacy should have been brought to bear, the “principals” had their hands full preparing and directing the Gulf War; then, having triumphed in the Gulf with an ease none had anticipated, they had little interest in risking the victory’s political rewards by undertaking what appeared certain to be a much more risky engagement in a country that seemed plainly to have outlived its importance. As a result of this attitude, writes Hutchings, mid-level officials found that any initiative they suggested to their superiors “was dismissed out of hand at the highest levels of the State Department and especially the Pentagon as being pointless unless we were prepared to see the project through to its potential worst-case conclusion.” And of course “worst-case” had now become, by definition, a non-starter. Wielding disproportionate influence among “the principals” were the two old “Yugo hands,” Eagleburger and Brent Scowcroft, Bush’s adviser for national security affairs, who had served as air attaché in Belgrade during the early 1960s. Their influence, one NSC staff member told me, was almost entirely negative…. Their information on and familiarity with Yugoslavia was quite out of date, and yet because they had a sense of the place and thought they knew what was going on there, they felt they could rely on their instincts and ignore the reporting coming out of the country.One old “Yugo hand,” however, got things precisely right. We can be grateful to Zimmermann for having made the pilgrimage to Princeton so he can offer the reader these striking words from the former United States ambassador to Yugoslavia, 1961- 1963, George F. Kennan: Today, with the Cold War ending, people think Yugoslavia isn’t in a position to do any damage. I think they’re wrong…. I think events in Yugoslavia are going to turn violent and to confront the Western countries, especially the United States, with one of their biggest foreign policy problems of the next few years.As so often in Kennan’s long career, he was playing the part of the prophet in the wilderness. For he was speaking during the summer of 1989, at a time when the Yugoslav war was two years off, far away enough for American officials to have made use of their country’s wealth and diplomatic skill to avert it—if they had thought it important to try. By the early 1980s, Yugoslavia’s leaders, finding they owed twenty billion dollars they did not have, were forced to adopt an austerity plan that cut imports (and notably consumer goods) to the bone, left one in five Yugoslavs unemployed, and eventually pushed inflation beyond the twenty-five thousand percent mark. For a society that since the war had taken its growing prosperity for granted, the political effects were devastating: “More than a decade of austerity and declining living standards corroded the social fabric and the rights and securities that individuals and families had come to rely on,” writes Susan L. Woodward in Balkan Tragedy. “Normal political conflicts…became constitutional conflicts and then a crisis of the state itself among politicians who were unwilling to compromise.” It was against this tattered economic background that Ambassador Zimmermann’s “villains” brought to bear their racial schemes, manipulating and exacerbating the people’s growing insecurity with nationalist slogans of hatred that were expertly disseminated over an all-powerful state television and radio. The Americans, whose aid program was by the late 1980s quite small but whose wealth might have allowed them to exert substantial influence, had decided, Zimmermann writes, to rely on “one of the few admirable figures in a landscape of monsters and midgets”—Prime Minister Ante Markovic. A modernizing businessman, Markovic dreamed of making Yugoslavia “a Western democratic country with a capitalist system.” But he could do little without money. “Four billion dollars,” he tells Zimmermann brightly, “would be a good start to help a reform that’s going further than anything in Eastern Europe.” Swallowing hard, I told him I’d report his request to Washington. I knew what the answer would be. US policy in Eastern Europe was heavily focused on Poland and Hungary, countries that were moving on the reform path faster than Yugoslavia and without the baggage of divisive nationalism. Yugoslavia would be seen as a poor risk and therefore a low priority.In a more sensible world American officials might have seen in “divisive nationalism” a threat to be averted with aid rather than a disqualification for receiving it. David Gompert, then the NSC’s Senior Director for Europe and Eurasia, manages to make the foolishness of this reasoning even more obvious: If Washington was pessimistic by late 1990, it was not paralyzed. The United States declared its sympathy for the teetering Yugoslav federal government of Ante Markovic, who was committed to democracy, a civil society, and a market economy. But the prime minister wanted debt relief and a public signal of unreserved American political backing—commitments that seemed unwarranted in view of his government’s apparent terminal condition.[13]It is hard to take much solace from the fact that Washington was “not paralyzed” when its actions were admittedly limited to declaring “sympathy” for a leader to whom it refused financial or political help, because of his regime’s “apparent terminal condition.” Next to that of the Europeans, however, American policy seems vigorous. By late summer 1990 NSC staff members had begun cabling the Europeans in an attempt to convince them to agree to consider the Yugoslav crisis at an upcoming meeting of NATO or the CSCE. To this sensible request the Americans received replies that were, says Hutchings, then NSC Director of European Affairs, “shockingly irresponsible.” They ranged from expressions of mild interest on the part of the Austrians and Hungarians, to condescending admonitions not to “overreact” from the English and Germans, to blunt accusations that the Americans (as usual) were “overdramatizing” the situation from the French. If the Americans were showing themselves unwilling to do what it would have taken to confront the Yugoslav problem, the Europeans had yet to admit that a problem even existed. In September 1990 the CIA produced a lengthy “National Intelligence Estimate” that declared flatly, according to an unnamed official quoted in The New York Times, that “the Yugoslav experiment has failed, that the country will break up,” and that “this is likely to be accompanied by ethnic violence and unrest which could lead to civil war.”[14] As Hutchings writes, No one in the policy community disagreed with the main thrust of these judgments…. Yet the estimate had little impact, for it was so unrelievedly deterministic that it suggested no possible avenue for American policy that might avert or at least contain the violence attending Yugoslavia’s seemingly inevitable disintegration. [Emphasis added] From the US Embassy in Belgrade, the message was much
the same: Zimmermann was reporting that “no breakup of Yugoslavia
could happen peacefully…. The shattering of Yugoslavia would surely
lead to extreme violence, perhaps even war.”
From this, American officials drew the conclusion that the only possible policy was relentlessly to push for some form of “unity”—and they continued doing so long after it was obvious that the federation was doomed. Yet one can certainly at least conceive of another “possible avenue for American policy.” The United States might have accepted a breakup as inevitable while making use of its unchallenged power and prestige to maintain peace—to assert, that is, that whatever the Yugoslav republics did, America’s own interests would not permit a shooting war to break out in Europe.[15] To take such a course, Bush officials would have had, first of all, to recognize the real potential danger of the Yugoslav crisis, and to understand that preventing a long, bloody European war was America’s prime interest. They would have had to seriously explore solutions—the possibility, for example, of redrawing borders to “reduce the number of national minorities in every republic” (as the Dutch government suggested in July 1991).16 Most important, in order to support such active diplomacy, they would have had to have the will not to rule out, and even to threaten—even, indeed, to use—military force. For the Bush administration, however, the last point would emerge, early on, as the “deal-breaker.” 4. On June 21, 1991, a mere four days before the Slovenes and the Croats were to declare their independence, Secretary of State James A. Baker III swept into Belgrade. “He decided,” says Zimmermann, “to throw himself personally into a last-ditch effort to head off the violence that we all expected as an aftermath to the destruction of Yugoslavia.” And throw himself in he did, for the next eleven hours “shuttling”—as Baker describes it—from one “huge, cavernous meeting room decorated with artwork from its own ethnic tradition” to another, meeting with the heads of each republic.[17] His American aides were dazzled by his performance: Hutchings, one of the note-takers at the meetings, describes how Baker “tried heroically”: he was “disciplined, focused, persistent, and blunt.” His press aide, Margaret Tutwiler, recalls Baker’s “unique way of speaking, very straightforwardly and very frankly.”[18] As for Zimmermann, “I had rarely, if ever, heard a secretary of state make a more skillful or reasonable presentation.” For his Yugoslav interlocutors, who had reached the tense climax of a protracted battle over their country’s future, the impression left by these few whirlwind hours of American diplomacy appears to have been somewhat different. Momir Bulatovic, the Montenegrin leader, recalls that when he sat down with Baker, the Secretary was confused about how to start the conversation with me, until they brought him his briefing book…. I peeked into it and there were just two lines [about Montenegro]: —the smallest republic in Yugoslavia. —a possible fifth vote for Mesic.[19]If Baker seemed puzzled by the identity of the Montenegrin president, he had no doubt about that of his main antagonist, Slobodan Milosevic: “Like most toughs,” Baker recalls, “I knew he respected power. I decided not to pull any punches with him.” Under no circumstance, the Secretary lectured Milosevic sternly, “would the international community tolerate the use of force.” And what precisely did the Secretary mean by this? He meant, Baker hastened to make clear, that any use of force would be met with “ostracism by the international community.” As Zimmermann, Hutchings, and the others in the room well knew, and as Zimmermann writes, Milosevic was a “ruthless leader who might have been impressed by real military power but not by diplomatic overtures.” Yet in his “last ditch effort to head off the violence,” Baker not only refrained from making any explicit threats but went out of his way to make it plain that the country he represented—the superpower whose military only months before had destroyed the Iraqi army in a matter of days—had already ruled out any use of force. David Gompert says that “not even Baker the poker player could disguise the fact that the warning to the Serbs was not backed by the threat of force”—as if the Secretary had attempted somehow to bluff Milosevic, or at least leave him wondering. But by then the American position was quite clear, as Zimmermann says: At no point before the actual declarations of independence by Slovenia and Croatia did Washington threaten force against either republic, against Serbia, or against the Yugoslavia army.Indeed, Baker’s approach “had been crafted at the State Department and the NSC. The Defense Department was not yet playing a role—another indication that force options were simply not on the radar screen.”[20] According to Gompert, Milosevic drew his own conclusion long before Baker’s “last ditch effort.” ...Since the Bush administration was not prepared to take military action, it chose not to issue any explicit warnings, even though nothing less would have changed Serbian policy. Milosevic could see by 1990 that he was safe to ignore American pressure, since no concrete threats, much less actions, accompanied Washington’s stern demarches. [Emphasis added] No one can prove that “concrete threats” or even “actions” (and one can conceive of many, short of all-out war) could have prevented the conflicts to come. Nor can one say with certainty whether much could have been achieved without resort to real force. What is indisputable is that no effective diplomacy was conceivable at this point—before any real blood had been shed—without at least the possibility of a stronger hand. But “such force was not considered,” for, Zimmermann claims, the West was a prisoner of what could be called ‘the paradox of prevention.’ In the Yugoslav case, as in many other international situations, it is nearly impossible to mobilize governments to take risks for prevention, since it is impossible to prove that the events which are to be prevented will, in the absence of prevention, occur. But in what sense was the West, and the United States
in particular, really “a prisoner” of this paradox—particularly
since no evidence exists that either the President or any other principals
recognized that there was at least a need to “take risks for prevention”in
the first place?
Having drawn the line at ostracism, Baker urged each republic’s leader to take “no unilateral action” and to refrain from using violence to maintain national unity—the standard American position, which by now had neither timeliness nor clarity to recommend it. The problem was obvious, as Hutchings says: Slovenia was about to secede, which would lead to Croatia’s secession; and the United States, by “warning equally against unilateral declarations of independence and [against] the use of force to hold the federation together…seemed to be sanctioning the latter [by the Serbs] if the Slovenes and the Croats resorted to the former.” Baker’s plane departed the Belgrade airport, carrying an exhausted Secretary brooding on how he found this whole Yugoslav matter (as he later wrote to his president)”downright depressing. Frankly, I think it’s easier to deal with Shamir and Assad than it is to try to affect Milosevic and Tudjman.” Exactly four days later, on June 25, 1991, the Slovenes and the Croats declared independence, just as they had planned, leaving Baker feeling personally affronted and “stung by his lack of influence.”[21] And the Serbian generals of the Yugoslav National Army, after a farcical ten-day “phony war” in Slovenia—a republic for which, because it had few Serbs, they cared little—sent their tanks and soldiers to invade and bloodily dismember Croatia. And all the while the generals believed, they claimed, that they were “only doing what Mr. Baker told them.”[22] 5. For Croatia, that autumn became the time of the great sieges. Serb artillerymen and infantry encircled the beautiful Danubian city of Vukovar, the strategic gateway to much of Croatia, and shelled it unremittingly for eighty days. Such bombardment of civilians would become the Serbs’ trademark. (“Shoot at slow intervals until I order you to stop,” Mladic told his gunners above Sarajevo. “Target Muslim neighborhoods—not many Serbs live there. Shell them until they’re on the edge of madness.”[23] ) By the time of Vukovar’s surrender in November 1991, the city would come to be known as “the Croatian Stalingrad”—both for the heroic resistance put up by its outnumbered and outgunned defenders and for the overwhelming destruction it suffered. After its surrender, Serb forces marched into the city hospital, brought out several hundred wounded men and women, and executed them, burying them in one of the war’s first mass graves. As the world watched the Serbs methodically reduce Vukovar, another siege had begun on the Adriatic, that of the ancient walled city of Dubrovnik. Though the destruction and loss of life here could not compare to Vukovar, the Serbs had dared attack with gunboats and artillery a world cultural landmark (as certified by UNESCO), and this occasioned fierce outrage, particularly among Europeans. President Tudjman, desperate to save the city, pleaded with the United States to send the Sixth Fleet into the Adriatic. Even if the ships took no action, a simple “sail-by” might have warned the Serbs off. To Eagleburger, however, “might” was the key word: They “might” have gotten the message. They might also not have gotten the message and then we would be faced with the question of what to do next.[24]
given the ease with which any kind of hostile intent in moving the fleet could have been denied. Thus Bush administration officials were not only unwilling to commit force to the conflict, but they were also very careful to avoid specific threats of force, and to go out of their way to avoid leaving the impression that a threat was intended. [Emphasis added]Although only months before, President Bush had declared the so-called Vietnam Syndrome “buried once and for all” beneath the sands of the Persian Gulf, we see here its mirror image raising itself slowly from the dead. One finds precisely the same obsession with “credibility,” but now it translates itself into a fear of entanglement. For, once committed, the United States must fight to the end; the notion that any initiative could be abandoned rather than followed relentlessly forward to its conclusion is dismissed, for it is assumed that such a retreat must be grievously harmful to the nation’s prestige—more harmful, a priori, than carrying on with a policy that is plainly misguided or foolish or contrary to the nation’s interests (as was the case in Vietnam). Any initiative commits prestige and credibility, and once they are committed, control is effectively abandoned:there can be no turning back. The result, in the case of this new Vietnam Syndrome, is that nothing short of full-scale commitment can even be contemplated. Dangling at the end of this faulty chain of reasoning we find a strange paradox, as Bert points out: Eagleburger seemingly had no misgivings about the value of American credibility unless some overt threat was made for which there was no follow-through. Complete inaction, in his view, did not compromise US credibility. The Yugoslav war could go on, worsen, attain levels of savagery not seen in Europe for half a century; and all the while the United States, if only it had the self-control to sit by and do nothing, need have no fear of compromising itself. The slightest sign of intervention, even the slightest intimation that the Americans had “not ruled out” the use of force (a relatively mild diplomatic warning), would send the country down that slippery road to full, uncontrolled involvement—which, says Baker the politician, “the American people would never have supported…. After all, the United States had fought three wars in this century in Europe—two hot ones and one cold one. And three was quite enough….” |
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