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ALL THINGS PASS,
EXCEPT THE PAST
LUC HUYSE
Published by AWEPA, 2009
http://www.awepa.org
First published with the title Alles gaat voorbij, behalve het verleden
by Van Halewyck, Leuven (Belgium), 2006
© Luc Huyse & Van Halewyck, 2006
Translation: Julian Ross
English translation © Luc Huyse (2009)
Cover photo: Corbis
Cover design: Filip Coopman
Printed in Belgium by New Goff, Mariakerke
ISBN 978 90 5617 955 7
PREFACE
A civil war, a brutal repression, apartheid: it never dies completely. The unanswered questions and the sadness these events leave behind live on in the minds of those who experienced them. They are perpetuated as a ‘phantom pain’ in the bodies of those who come later, their children and their children’s children.
The author of All things pass, except the past describes how people, from Afghanistan to Zimbabwe, come to terms with pain that refuses to pass. He observes the trial of the dictator Mengistu in Ethiopia, listens to the survivors of a massacre in the former Yugoslavia, watches as the remains of Franco’s victims are reburied in Spain, talks to members of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission in South Africa, explores the reasons for the success of the Mothers and Grandmothers of the Plaza de Mayo in Argentina. Taming the past: time and again, that is the crux. And if possible, bringing peace to the hearts and minds of those who live on, today and tomorrow. But what appears to have passed, does not fade away.
This book can also be read as the account of a personal expedition into unknown territory. The author takes as a starting point the experiences gained in the countries (specifically Belgium, France and the Netherlands) which wrestled after the Second World War with the painful legacy of the German occupation. With this history as a backdrop, he looks at the challenges facing so many communities elsewhere in the world today.
All things pass, except the past is not an academic work. There are no footnotes; there is almost no jargon. The ambition is to present the report as a practical field guide to communities that find themselves having to deal with a past of war and repression. AWEPA, the Association of European Parliamentarians for Africa, will use this publication for capacity-building activities in Africa. The organisation works in conjunction with parliaments on that continent. It believes that strong parliaments are essential prerequisites for Africa’s development and that they contribute to peace, stability and prosperity on the continent. Policies for dealing with the legacy of manifold atrocities have a direct impact on this search for peace, stability and prosperity. That is the reason for this book. It will be distributed free to Members of Parliament, civil-society leaders and journalists in Third World countries.
The translation and distribution of this report were made possible by the Peace Building section of the Belgian Federal Department of Foreign Affairs, Foreign Trade and Development Cooperation. AWEPA and Luc Huyse would like to thank Ambassador Luc Teirlinck and his collaborators warmly for this support. The author is solely responsible for the views expressed in this book.
PROLOGUE
How does someone come to spend roughly half a lifetime learning and writing about the aftermath of war and related miseries? That is a question that I hear regularly. The psychiatrist’s couch can bring to the surface an event that took place in September 1944. The Belgian city where I lived had been liberated. My mother heard from the neighbours that people were plundering the homes of families that had collaborated with the Germans. Things were just there for the taking, they said: butter, coal, woollen jumpers. So my father took me – I was barely seven years old – with him to where the manna lay waiting for us. I remember that: a pavement full of furniture, books, pots and pans which had been thrown out on to the street. And the owners standing by, dazed, waiting for what would happen next. My father found two volumes of a French encyclopaedia. Books: as a typesetter by trade, they were more valuable to him than bacon or cheese. Back at home, my mother asked how she was supposed to cook all that paper. My own memories of liberation and a couple of books; does that go some way to explaining my fascination?
Or is that fascination more deeply rooted? Sometimes I could hear the war in the midst of one of the lessons I taught at the university. It is the first Thursday of the month. Twelve o’clock. The Leuven Fire Brigade tests its sirens. The air is filled with the wailing of an air raid warning. Almost immediately I feel the young boy awakening in me who in May 1944, when my city was being bombed by the Americans almost daily, fled weeping into the cellar. Where is my father’s wooden workbench under which I could hide so safely? Halfway through a sentence my lesson falls silent. I see amazed faces and ask my students whether they know what the sound is that they can hear wafting in through the open windows. But not a single one of them had even heard the sirens.
Every war lives on in innumerable guises. In literature, films, monuments, museums, churchyards, memorial days. But even more important, it lives on in our senses, like the feeling that the wailing of the sirens so often aroused in me. And it lives on in the landscape, too, occasionally letting you know that it is still there. That is true for me, too; right next to my parents’ home is a field where a remarkable phenomenon can be seen every summer: the patch somewhere in the middle of the field where the crops barely grow. It is as if they are lamenting. A bomb fell on that place more than 60 years ago. In the scorched earth the war still does its work, season after season.
In the first half of the twentieth century, wars were generally conflicts between states. That has changed ; bloody conflicts today take place largely within the borders of a single country. Civil wars, in other words; since 1945 there have been around 130 of them. Each time, the price paid has been a terrible one: an average of 18,000 dead and who knows how many wounded. Some of the wars have been short and sharp, others have dragged on for decades. In some cases they marked the death throes of a colonial system; elsewhere, it was a repressive regime which sparked off the internal conflict. In most cases the different sections of the population fought each other for raw materials, farmland, space. In the worst cases this led to genocide. And always, there is the great individual sadness. Always, whole communities have to try and come to terms with what has happened to them. That is the subject of this book.
My first foray into the world of an unresolved past was a study of the post-war trials of Belgians who collaborated with the German occupier during the Second World War. Somewhat later, the fate of their French and Dutch fellow-collaborators also came into the picture. The implosion of communism in Central and Eastern Europe some years later in turn generated new material. Then came Africa. First there was Ethiopia. Mengistu, the head of a brutal regime, had been driven out in May 1991. Three years later the trials of his supporters began. Thanks to the simultaneous translation from the Amharic, I was able to follow a number of those trials quite well. Later, I was able to observe the confrontation with the old wounds in yet other guises in South Africa, Burundi and Zimbabwe.
The result is that this book reads like an acco unt of a personal expedition into largely unexplored territory. During this journey I am accompanied by four characters. They show how the confrontation with the heritage of a war or of a dictator can go off the rails. And they raise the questions that lie at the heart of all this: Why are the efforts of tribunals, the road to retribution for past suffering, so full of risks? When does the organised storing of memories, the work of the truth and reconciliation commissions, bring more healing than pain for the victims? Is forgetting and forgiving, amnesty in other words, guaranteed to go wrong? Is there such a thing at all as a best option in all of this?
Paulina Salas is 40 years old and a victim of torture and rape. She is one of the three main characters in Ariel Dorfman’s Death and the Maiden . The play, Dorfman wrote in 1992, is set in the present day, in a country that is probably Chile, but which could be any country that has evolved into a democracy after years of repression. The husband, Gerardo Escobar, is about to become a member of a newly formed truth and reconciliation commission. A chance meeting with her probable torturer sets the time bomb of the memories slumbering inside her ticking. Can she survive the reconstruction of what happened?
In November 1991, Vera M. was living in the besieged Croatian town of Vukovar. She was carried off by the Serbian soldiers who took the town, together with thousands of other residents. She survived detention in five camps. During this journey she lost her father, her brother and her fiancé. When I talk to her ten years later I notice how hurt she still feels. “Justice was not done”, she says. “Serbia is dominated by a conspiracy of silence.” As a result, her heart still raged with hatred towards her oppressors.
Gideon Johannes Nieuwoudt was 26 years old when he killed the anti-apartheid campaigner Steve Biko with a metal bar in a South African police station. In the years that followed he went on a rampage of murder and torture in the name of the Bible and his superiors. When Nelson Mandela came to power, Nieuwoudt sought amnesty. The truth and reconciliation commission, which seeks to understand such crimes, asked him what drove him. He remained silent. No reconciliation for him, he seemed to be saying, unless it comes from the victims.
Mamo Wolde, an Ethiopian marathon runner, won medals at the 1968 and 1972 Olympic Games. Twenty years later, when his country was dealing with the crimes of a military junta, he too landed in prison. Wolde was accused of conspiracy in the murder of a young opponent. The new Ethiopia underestimated the task when organising trials intended to purge itself of a dictatorial past. There were virtually no judges, hardly any lawyers. Wolde languished in prison for nine years awaiting a decision, before being released. Nine months later he was dead.
Four characters. Two victims, one perpetrator and one doubtful case. Together, they span half a century of failure to deal with the ghosts of the past. They walk around on the pages of this book; usually behind the scenes, but occasionally at centre-stage. They explore with me what went wrong. But at the same time I try to gather evidence to show that things can be different, that there are also success stories. So that Paulina Salas, Vera M., Gideon Nieuwoudt and Mamo Wolde can be joined by very different protagonists.
Grave violations of human rights never die completely; that much is certain.
The unanswered questions and the sadness they engender live on in the minds of those who experienced them. They remain like a phantom pain in the body of those who come later, their children and their grandchildren.
There is no endless variety of ways of dealing with the demons from the past. What happened is forgiven or punished, brushed under the carpet or carefully stored in the memory, s uppressed or openly challenged.
Chapter 1 describes how this issue has for some time been gaining in strength and meaning.
The second chapter sheds light on the key figures
in the story: the victims and the perpetrators.
1 Looking back in bewilderment
For dictators, the past appears to be a light burden. They simply erase it, as Pol Pot did in Cambodia, or they rewrite it so that it provides a seamless link to the present. Stalin’s forgers, for example, scrupulously and routinely rubbed out any inconvenient truths. Others impose forgetting the past by law. In Yugoslavia, for example, Josip Tito prohibited any discussion about what Serbs, Croats and Bosnians had done to each other during the Second World War. But despots only have real certainty once the gatekeepers of the past have also been silenced. It was for this reason that the Greek colonels who seized power in April 1967 immediately closed down history and sociology institutes. But despite all these attempts, the past comes back. Always. Sooner or later, abruptly or gradually. But it always comes back.
Things develop differently when democracy overcomes an authoritarian regime or peace brings an end to a civil war. In these situations, a lengthy struggle with what has passed begins: think of Chile and the Pinochet legacy; the Mothers and Grandmothers in the Argentinean Plaza de Mayo; the victims and the perpetrators of apartheid; the Serbian population in the former Yugoslavia; the child soldiers in Sierra Leone; the survivors of the Indonesian savagery in East Timor.
Fighting with a history that continues to cause pain is something that has gone on throughout history. Yet it has increased spectacularly in volume over the last 30 years. Hundreds of books and films show how difficult it is to come to terms with a tragic legacy. ‘Dealing with a painful past’ is the subject of university research and is giving rise to a new academic jargon. Holocaust museums have opened or are being built. Belgium ordered a commission to investigate whether the country shared any guilt for the murder of the Congolese Premier Patrice Lumumba more than forty years ago. Banks in Europe and North America searched through their vaults for ‘forgotten’ Jewish possessions. The Netherlands, more than half a century after the event, carried out an in-depth search of its conscience on its military actions in what is today Indonesia. After sixty years, Spain is exhuming the bodies of the murdered opponents of General Franco in order to give them a decent burial. Voices from the past have been heard in some thirty truth and reconciliation commissions. Genocide tribunals have been set up in The Hague and Arusha. The International Criminal Court, the jewel in the crown of the entire evolutionary process, has begun operations. It seems we cannot get enough of it.
This trend should not come as a surprise. A large number of totalitarian regimes disappeared from the stage in the last quarter of the twentieth century: Spain and Portugal in the 1970s; Chile and Argentina in the 1980s; followed slightly later by the countries from behind the Iron Curtain. Civil wars came to an end in Latin America, in Southern Africa and in parts of Asia. There was the genocide in Biafra, Cambodia, Iraq, Rwanda, Bosnia and Kosovo. Time and again, asked and unasked, the question arises of what we are to do with this painful legacy. Because the new remains fragile if it is not possible to come to terms in some way with the old. The same period saw the end of the Cold War. Before then, many countries found it almost impossible to confront their past openly. There was always a reason, in both East and West, not to look back to the past. Perhaps out of fear that an alliance would be harmed as a result, or that the fragile balance between the superpowers could be upset. Those constraints now no lon-ger exist.
At the same time, the way we view the past has changed. For a long time, t he cult of the hero and of the victor dominated. This was also the case after the Second World War; all attention was focused on the triumphant armies, the resistance fighters, the refuseniks. For the Jews who had survived the slaughter there was only silence. That did not change until the 1960s. Since then, much more light has been shed on the victims of war and violence. Large NGOs have given them a loud voice. Public opinion is more willing to listen to their stories. It can be seen in the shape taken by war monuments since then; the Unknown Soldier has increasingly been replaced by the Unknown Victim. This cultural sea-change is also palpable in the rediscovery of long past suffering: the fate of gypsies in the Holocaust; forced labourers in the Third Reich; the sex slaves of the Japanese army; the Aborigines in Australia; the Native Americans in the United States; the black workers in the rubber plantations of Leopold II; the victims of slavery. The time has finally come, we hear people say, to talk about guilt and penance for what happened in the distant past. Or at the very least, to recognise and cherish the memory of all that pain.
And there is more. That ‘memory boom’ is also a form of democratisation, albeit in a very unusual sense. Together, we are today experiencing how uncertain the future of democracy has become. Globalisation and all manner of technological developments impede its further development. It is as if, confronted with the realisation of our powerlessness, we are no longer able to focus on tomorrow, but instead look back to yesterday and the day before that. Using the codes of today, we are reweighing the past. What we did as colonial powers was wrong, we think now; it was genocidal or at least in conflict with the values that we cherish today. And we admit our guilt. Democratisation of the past, as it were, as an alternative to the problematic democratisation of the future.
2 Of victims and perpetrators
Addis Ababa, 22 September 1998. For four years now I have been following the trials of the senior members of the Mengistu regime. That regime, acting in the names of Lenin and Mao, killed thousands of opponents in the Ethiopia of the 1970s and 80s. Witness number 522 is a 70 year-old woman. She tells the court about the murder of her daughter. I listen along with everyone else. The girl was first forced to crush dried peppers; she was then flogged and tied naked to a bed and covered in the caustic pepper dust; until she finally died from exhaustion. The Ethiopian tribunal which is trying the senior figures from Mengistu’s regime is sitting for the umpteenth time. There appears to be no end to the accounts of torture and executions. The psychological pain felt by the survivors also recurs in every account. Parents whose child was shot dead were expected to pay for the bullets. Public mourning was not permitted. That increased the sense of pain and loss enormously, because a funeral in Ethiopia is an event in which the whole neighbourhood takes part. A large tent is erected in the street where the dead person lived, and for three days long people weep, sometimes wailing loudly. Forbidding that process is like committing a second murder, this time against the soul of the dead person.
Witness 522 shows the many guises taken by victims: the dead persons, their family, their neighbours, sometimes a whole community.
Guilt also comes in all shapes and sizes. Bill Clinton asked for forgiveness in Kigali for the lack of American intervention during the hundred days of genocide. Asking forgiveness for a crime of genocide which the Americans did not commit? In reality, however, this is not so strange. There are many ways of being responsible. The courts rule on behaviour that is regarded as wrong under the criminal law, on guilt in a legal sense. And indeed, on those who committed murder using machetes in Kigali. In addition, however, there is the notion
– also a legal concept – of complicity; by be ing guilty of inaction, for example. And above all, there is what can be called political or moral responsibility; not doing what could have been done. The Netherlands also wrestled with this problem in the 1990s; on that occasion, it was the war in Bosnia which gave rise to the unease. Feelings rose to fever pitch when Srebrenica fell into the hands of Serbian troops. Were the Dutch UN soldiers, who were charged with protecting the enclave, partly responsible for the murders that followed? Or does the finger of guilt point more at the government in The Hague? Was it after all not the government which had failed to give the Dutchbat troops a proper mandate? Or was it the fault of the media which tempted the ministers, under heavy pressure, to improvise? The whole debate, however difficult and tortuous it may have been, made one thing very clear: guilt is a many-headed monster.
Time now for a rather more comprehensive group photo, first of the victims, then the perpetrators.
1 The prey
W ho are the victims of civil war, of genocide, of re pressive regimes? It seems a simple question, but it is anything but. Being acknowledged as a victim creates rights: the right to retribution, consolation, appreciation, perhaps to compensation. No wonder the question gives rise to heated discussions. The United Nations spent years producing a definition around which a fairly general consensus could be built. The first step was taken at the end of 1985, when the General Assembly issued a formal statement describing which persons could be regarded as victims of ‘abuse of power’. The text was full of vague phraseology. The definition was refined when the International Criminal Court was created; it now describes victims as anyone who has undergone physical or mental pain, emotional suffering or economic loss as a result of a crime that lies within the jurisdiction of the Court. People in the immediate vicinity of what are called the ‘direct victims’ are included in the definition; in the first place these will be family members. If the crime is against organisations, then there are collective victims. The Court document refers in this connection to institutions that are engaged in the fields of education, religion, charity, care for the sick, the arts and the sciences.
Wide diversity
What the United Nations or other official bodies set down on paper is extremely important. However, victims, politicians, religious leaders and academics regularly go much further. For example, they frequently apply a very broad definition of family. A striking example of this can be found in South Africa, where the Truth and Reconciliation Commission took family members of direct victims to include the parents (or those who had taken the place of a parent); the spouse (including in the sense of customary law or in accordance with religious or indigenous laws), the children (born inside or outside marriage, and including adopted children), and anyone who fell under the protection of the victim under customary law or other legislation. That is the only way if one wishes to take account of the African reality of the extended family and polygamy.
Another extension dispels the idea that time heals all wounds. There is no expiry date for pain. The Washington Post of 22 August 2005 printed a remarkable article on this subject. The day before , s everal dozen Japanese Americans of advanced age had finally received their school certificates which had been withheld from them during the Second World War. The paper writes that there were tears in their eyes and jubilation among their children and grandchildren. Between 1942 and 1945 the American government had interned more than 120,000 ethnic Japanese, many of whom had been born in the United States. It was as if they were regarded as traitors. Toshiko Aiboshi, 77 years old and finally with a school certificate, told the journalist that she and many of her compatriots who had suffered the same fate had never fully come to terms with that period. The government did officially apologise in 1988 and survivors were paid compensation of USD 20,000. But the past continued to gnaw away at them. Often the suffering also worms its way into those who come later and turns people who did not experience the original suffering into victims as well. The trauma that the Holocaust created in families is still present in the minds of the grandchildren, as if handed down in their genes.
In a civil war or under a brutal dictator, the fate of every victim is marked by tragedy. Yet the suffering of women and children has increased in recent times. This is not surprising; wars today take place much less on battlefields where soldiers – men – kill as many of their opponents as possible. Strategy and weapons technology have expanded the theatre of war exponentially. The civilian population has itself become a target. Where tribal warlords operate, as in many African countries, women and children are often the first victims.
Women
Martien Schotsmans is a Belgian lawyer. She has worked for Avocats Sans Frontières in Rwanda and interviewed victims of the dictator Hissein Habré in Chad. In Sierra Leone she was head of the Legal and Reconciliation Unit of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission. She showed me a passage from the diary she kept when talking to defiled women there. “The girl is now around 20 years old. One day she was carried off by rebels. Carrying things, cooking, cleaning, being beaten and raped: that was her life. For months, perhaps years. Life in the bush is hard, but she survived it. To avoid any misunderstanding, the initials of the rebel group were carved into her breast: RUF. There is then no longer any chance of running away, because it is guaranteed that you will be killed by the others. She sits there before me: strong and hard. Yes, she will come and give evidence; no, she won’t bring anyone from her family to sit with her; yes, she feels strong enough; she will tell the Commission everything; no, she doesn’t need to read through her statement again, she remembers every detail perfectly; no, she doesn’t need any medical care; and yes, the initials have been removed from her breast and she shows me the raw scar, roughly three centimetres by six. That is what I can see. She doesn’t show me the rest of her scars. At least not today.”
Sexual abuse is the fate of many women during times of war and repression. Men rape for pleasure, in order to humiliate, in order to destroy a community. What sometimes prolongs the pain infinitely is that sexual abuse continues to have an effect long after the event. It is a stigma. Family, friends and neighbours often show little understanding, let alone help in coming to terms with it. That is also what rapists have in mind: permanently damaging a community. In a civil war, women are not even spared by close associates. A bitter demonstration of that can be found in Zimbabwe. In the 1970s, women fought as rebels in the battle against white authority. Sometimes they became the victims of sexual exploitation in the camps of the freedom movements. Only a good twenty years later did a few of them dare to complain. Women of Resilience. The Voices of Women Ex-Com batants (2000) tells the stories of nine of them.
War and related events disrupt family relationships. Women are often left as the only breadwinner. They and their families are then much more economically vulnerable. Sometimes this leads them into prostitution, in turn bringing the risk of contracting AIDS. Where the husband is a former soldier or returns home after a period as a prisoner of war, he is confronted with a wife who has out of necessity come to think and act more independently; the result of this can be family violence, with the woman once again the victim.
In the past, virtually no attention was paid to the fate of women. That situation is now gradually changing; criminal courts attach greater importan ce to sexual abuse; UNIFEM (United Nations Development for Wom en) has on several occasions called for more specific attention for what happens to women when a conflict goes off the rails; recent Truth and Reconciliation Commissions have held special sessions.
Children
At the end of October 2005, youngsters in the Kalma refugee camp in Darfur ‘kidnapped’ thirty Sudanese and international aid workers for three days. Their message: children are both the first and the weakest victims of war; help us. The incident barely reached the media.
In Africa alone there are an estimated 18 million young people who have fled with or without relatives and who are trying to survive in refugee camps. Famine, a constant companion of civil wars, kills many children there and elsewhere. Yet more children die in minefields, both during and sometimes long after a conflict. Tribal warlords kidnap boys and girls and turn them into soldiers. In the north of Uganda, thousands of children travel daily from the countryside to the city: the night-time commuters. They go there to hide from the rebels of the Lord’s Resistance Army for fear of being kidnapped. Writing about the children of Sierra Leone, Martien Schotsmans says: “Children come back. Or they do not. Some of them are dead. Others have disappeared for good. Some of them were too young, no longer know which village they came from, what their name was. An eight year-old boy is sitting in my office. One of our counsellors is talking to him. He recounts how he was kidnapped when he was three years old, says what his father’s name was. Can he remember that? He looks so fragile for a boy of eight. I ask him to make a drawing. Is this his house? Yes, he used to live there. This is his television, this is his watch. But he confuses the house of his father with the house of the rebel woman who took him in or with the house of his foster father. He confuses his fellow kidnappees with his brother. He would like to know if his parents are still alive. But he no longer knows which village he comes from, which region. There are all kinds of track and trace programmes, photographs, lists of names that have been distributed throughout the country. Who knows this child? No one has come forward. Perhaps his parents are dead. Yet perhaps there is still hope, because every day more refugees come back from Guinea; who knows, his parents may have fled there. He talks about his life with the rebels. He is now being looked after by a nice man and his wife, who send him to school, regard him as a bit a latecomer, spoil him; their own children have already left home and they would like to hold on to this little boy. The boy is all too aware of this, so he says nothing to his foster father – nothing about his past, about his wish to find his parents, torn by emotions of loyalty as only children can be. And so it is necessary to talk to the foster father, carefully and for a long time, until he agrees that we can place the boy on the missing persons network again. No happy ending yet, then; we will have to wait and see. And who can say where this little boy will ultimately be the best off?”.
The suffering of young victims goes on for a long time. The consequences are felt for many years; traumas which simply refuse to go away; the forced confrontation with violence which can later inject aggression into their own behaviour; lost educational opportunities which cause a disadvantage that can no longer be overcome. The battle with that past generally goes beyond the powers of communities that have already been badly affected. Though there are exceptions: in a few African and Asiatic countries, government and population have developed activities which prepare former child soldiers for as normal a life as possible. International help is another possibility. In Liberia, for example, the Christian Children’s Fund, an American NGO (http://www.christianchildrenfund.org), has helped thousands of children come to terms with the miseries of war. At the heart of the programme lay and lies the training of local aid workers. The material they use is a mix of ancient rituals and Western techniques; traditional healers also play a role.
Who is a victim and who is not?
In 2000 four Irish journalists published a mind-blowing book. Its title is Lost lives . According to its authors, it tells “the stories of the men, women and children who died as a result of the Northern Ireland troubles”. Its power lies in its dry, unembellished portrayal of the victims. Number 1, a man of 28, died on 11 June 1966. Number 3638, a father of three children, was murdered on 10 January 2000. 1,600 pages of names, ages, deaths. Nothing more than that. It is a gruesome ‘Who’s Who’, an encyclopaedia of senseless violence.
Like any list of victims, this inventory is the product of a selection. It shows who died, but not who was maimed. There are always choices to be made. Because victimhood is a two-stage process; first there is the assault on your physical integrity, your mental well-being or your material abilities; then there is the acknowledgement that you have suffered. The second phase is a complex and often unpredictable process. Any number of mechanisms, both political and cultural, affect it. The effect of this goes unimaginably deep. Some receive the acknowledgement they crave and are consequently able to acquire the rights this brings, though this is by no means automatic. Others are forced to remain in the shadows with their pain; unknown except to those close to them. There is a strong chance that their confrontation with the past will cause a great deal more pain.
The weight of political decisions
The report by the South African Truth and Reconciliation Commission runs to many thousands of pages. 967 of those pages can be found in volume 7 which contains the names of 21,523 men and women. They have been acknowledged as victims of the struggle against apartheid. However, behind those names are hidden many hundreds of thousands of black, coloured and white people. Their injuries remain nameless. That is the result of political decisions. The Commission had a limited mandate; only serious violations of human rights were eligible for inclusion in the report: murder, torture, kidnapping and serious abuse. Arbitrary arrest, for example, was not included, even though the person concerned may have spent a long time in prison. The report itself states that at least 70,000 people went through this awful experience. The period that the Commission was allowed to look at lay between 1 March 1960 and 10 May 1994. This also ruled out many thousands of people. The Commission’s mandate originally ran for two and a half years; that was later extended, but was still far too short to identify all victims of apartheid. Alex Boraine, number two in the Commission, wrote in his A Country Unmasked. Inside South Africa’s Truth and Reconciliation Commission (2000) that identifying all of them would have required twenty to thirty years. Costs were another constraint, even though almost USD 22 million was made available each year. Other truth and reconciliation commissions had even more limited scope than their South African counterpart, which meant they were able to identify even fewer victims. Programmes that recompense people for their suffering also require political decisions which act as a filter.
Dealing with a bitter past is a tragic business, but being forced to hide away victims is by no means the least expression of it.
Culture counts
Every civil war, every act of genocide, every dictatorial regime, has its own individual identity. Norms and values, culture in the broadest sense of the word, are a strong factor in determining how such an unpalatable heritage is dealt with. The consequences of this are very evident in the search for victims. Broad interpretations of what constitutes a family, usual in African societies, widen the circle within which sadness is recognised. Where sexual abuse is not regarded as a serious crime, the reverse occurs. This is why the list of the South African Truth and Reconciliation Commission contains fewer women than expected.
Owning up to being a victim, for example to an investigation committee, demands considerable social skills. You have to be able to describe adequately what happened to you (‘naming’), you must know the perpetrator (‘blaming’) and you must know what is available by way of compensation (‘claiming’). That is a serious obstacle. Trauma can lie so deep that people no longer believe in any form of redress. This makes them passive; or they seek out the shadows out of a sense of guilt, because they have survived while others have not.
At least as important is the view of victimhood. There are some who radically reject the term ‘victim’. They see themselves as freedom fighters, martyrs, heroes, and want to be called by these names. Others prefer the label ‘survivor’. It makes them sound less in need of help, focused more on the future than on the past.
Competition
There is a great temptation to see all those who have suffered as natural allies, as members of a single harmonious family. That is not the reality, however. There is lots of competition in the market for sympathy and understanding. There is a great deal at stake: compensation, positive discrimination in education and housing, appreciation in the form of monuments, medals, museums and commemorations, and a place in the collective memory.
After the Second World War, a fierce war of words was waged in Belgium, France and the Netherlands between the victims of the German occupation. Resistance fighters, forced labourers, political prisoners, communists and surviving Jews attempted to push their suffering ahead of that of the others. That debate still goes on today. Something similar is happening in Rwanda following the genocide. Several organisations representing the victims are fighting for priority; mutual solidarity is a long way off.
In another arena, groups fight for what the American historian Peter Novick has called the gold medal in the ‘Olympics of genocides’. Some Jewish lobbies go very far in this; according to them, the Holocaust was so unique an example of genocide that other cases do not deserve that label.
What do the victims and their descendants want?
In 2006 an official commission examined the racist violence in Wilmington (US). Investigations such as this are not uncommon in America, but there is something strange about this one: more than a hundred years have elapsed between the events and the investigation. Because what is now being scrutinised took place in 1898. Sixty black people were murdered, and more than 2,000 forced to flee. Today, the commission is proposing paying compensation to the descendants of the victims.
My scrapbook of newspaper cuttings is crammed full of stories like this. I will pull out a few of the more recent ones. At one time, from 1884 to 1915, Namibia was a German colony. In 1904 the Herero people rose up against their colonial masters. Lothar von Trotha, the general in charge, gave the order to kill every Herero: men, women, children and all their livestock. It was the first massacre of what was to prove to be a bloody century. In 2004 the German government apologised and offered a great deal of money in compensation. But the case was still not closed. A Namibian NGO summonsed Germany and two companies, one of them Deutsche Bank, to appear before the courts. Compensation amounting to USD 2,35 billion was claimed. Unpaid debt, it was called. In a second example, at the end of 2005 the Brazilian government released 1,200 boxes full of archive material about the military dictatorship (1964-1985). Tens of thousands of documents bearing witness to violations of human rights. Once again, the past was being brought back to l ife. Germany, for its part, granted free access to the Holocaust archives in April 2009. These documents contain information on more than 17 million concentration camp prisoners, forced labourers and other victims of the Third Reich. The country had steadfastly refused this access for sixty years. For hundreds of thousands of survivors or relatives of those who died, this is a wide open window onto something that cannot be forgotten. Or take the case of the Norwegian Lebensborn children. The Nazis wished to breed a pure race during the Occupation: German father, Norwegian mother. After the War the children were spat out. Now some of them are taking the Norwegian government to the European Court of Human Rights in Strasbourg. They argue that they were inadequately protected in the homes where they were dumped. The best-known Lebensborn child is Anni-Frid Lyngstad, the singer from the pop group ABBA. The same European Court was dealing with cases brought by Poles in April 2006; they were family members of officers who were murdered in 1940 on the orders of Jozef Stalin. After all this time, they want to know exactly where the responsibility lies. The Russian courts gave them short shrift, so they turned to Strasbourg. Australia still wrestles daily with the legacy of what it did to its aboriginals. The truth about this was hushed up for a long time. That silence was not without its consequences. Untroubled by any sense of guilt or remorse, white Australians tolerated all kinds of severe discrimination. It was for example not until the early 1970s that the practice ended of removing children from aboriginal families and placing them in white families or in homes. A disconcerting report was published on this in 1997, Bringing Them Home . The commotion this caused had not yet died down before yet another report caused yet another great stir. Money that had been intended for the aboriginals in the last quarter of the twentieth century had disappeared into the government black box and stayed there. During the Commonwealth Games in Melbourne in 2006, pamphlets were distributed calling them the Stolenwealth Games. In Australia, today, yesterday and the day before yesterday are very close bedfellows.
For many people, material compensation for past suffering is the number one demand. This is understandable in the event of recent loss which is still felt every day. But even very old wounds continue to give rise to demands for compensation for damage that is still felt today. In some cases it is moral satisfaction that is sought, simple recognition as a victim, for example. Or perhaps people want old cases to be reopened, so that they can finally learn what happened in the past. For others, receiving compensation, recognition and information are all equally important.
2 The predators
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here is Adolf Hitler and there is Arthur Neville Chamberlain, the British Prime Minister who failed to restrain the German dictator in 1938. There is Joseph Stalin and there are the Western supporters who defended the gulags. There is Saddam Hussein and there is the American government which in 1989, a couple of months after the gassing of hundreds of Kurds, doubled its aid to Iraq. There is Gideon Johannes Nieuwoudt, torturer of black and coloured people, and the foreign supporters of apartheid. There are the journalists from the hate radio station Mille Collines in Kigali, and there is the Pentagon which did not wish to disrupt the channel. There are the predators who kill and torture, and there are those who watch and applaud or close their eyes. All of them are responsible in some way or another.
Guilt is a many-headed monster
Every brutal conflict spawns a wide diversity of perpetrators. Men and women, official bodies and private individuals, local people and foreigners, generals and foot-soldiers. The weight of their guilt determines their place in the hierarchy of evil.
At the top are those who have sinned against the laws of the international community. Crimes against humanity, genocide, war crimes and grave violations of human rights are the categories which appeal most to the imagination, and which attract the most attention.
Much further removed, in an expansive grey area, lie the deeds that are not criminal, but political or moral in nature. In the dying days of apartheid, accusing eyes were often directed towards all those who had profited from the system. They did not murder or torture anyone, but they were always at the front of the queue when it came to the handing out of jobs, health care, education, housing. Antjie Krog, an Afrikaans poet and journalist, has described them in her Country of my Skull (1998). In the preface to the Dutch translation of the book, Adriaan van Dis takes the need for feelings of guilt even further. “Much of what is happening in South Africa affects our future. The relationship between black and white stands as a symbol for the relationship between rich and poor, North and South. (…) Many of the questions that Antjie Krog asks herself are ques tions that we can also ask here: To what extent do I ben efit from someone else’s disadvantage? Am I personally responsible for it? What use is my guilt and my shame to those who are humiliated? What does the victim want from the perpetrator? Will the past still be borne by me and my children’s children?” [ author’s translation ]
Close to these ‘silent beneficiaries’, as they are called in the literature, is a second group: those who stand idly by looking in the other direction, who remain sitting on their hands. The American writer Samantha Power portrayed them in harsh words in Bystanders in genocide , an article that was published in the Atlantic Monthly in September 2001. In her article she weighs the responsibility of the United States (and en passant of Belgium and France) during the Rwandan genocide. Policymakers in those countries knew what was happening. They had the opportunity to intervene but chose to stand back and do nothing – probably because of domestic politics.
A final category is the most problematic, because it is not always certain whether there is any moral guilt at all. I will present the dilemma through an example. In the summer of 1994, hundreds of thousands of Hutus fled Rwanda. They ended up in camps in Eastern Congo. Some of the national sections of Médecins Sans Frontières played a prominent role there in caring for the sick and malnourished refugees. After a while, however, it became apparent that Hutu extremists were misusing the camps for the regrouping of the Interahamwe militias. The aid workers from Médecins Sans Frontières found themselves facing a difficult dilemma. If they left, this could mean a death sentence for innumerable refugees; staying could end up effectively making them accessories to the future actions of the Interahamwe. The Belgian team continued working for another year. They came under heavy criticism for this, including from sister organisations. People can become the bearers of moral guilt, it seems, even unwillingly.
A multitude of motives
The ambition in tribunals and truth and reconciliation commissions is to prevent civil war, dictatorships or bloody repression in the future. To achieve this aspiration it is important to discover what drives those who plan and carry out such atrocities. Discovering their motives increases the chances of taking preventive action if new crises threaten.
A large library could be filled with publications about the causes of violent behaviour. Perpetrators, it is written, can be driven by biological, psychological, political and cultural stimuli. I will limit myself to a brief review of the literature on politics and culture as drivers.
3. Adriaan Vlok, Minister of L aw and Order in the last apartheid government of South Africa, demonstrated to the Truth and Reconciliation Commission how people were also persuaded to commit gruesome crimes via indirect means. The ambiguous use of language in political circles was designed to remove any obstacles. No precise definitions were given for words such as ‘destruction’, ‘erase’, ‘root out’, ‘eliminate’, ‘neutralise’, ‘taking out’, ‘informal policing’, ‘methods other than detention’ in discussions with the police and the army. That gave those organisations and their people a great deal of room for interpretation. They are words which commit murder.
4. Going a step further, there is recourse to terms which dehumanise the opponent. It is a technique which turns ordinary men and women into murderers. Rwanda provided a convincing demonstration of this in the spring of 1994. Radio Mille Collines called the Tutsis cockroaches. For tens of thousands of Hutus this was carte blanche to get rid of their neighbours. Serbian militiamen called the Muslims dogs; that meant they could be shot down .
5. A motive par excellence is the idea that a deed or crime carries political/ideological support. Violence is then seen as morally justified. It is an instrument of the fight for freedom, for example. Or it is an answer to even worse violence carried out by a repressive state or the enemy.
6. A culture of lawlessness breeds perpetrators. This is the last but by no means the least major source of motives. If violations of human rights are tolerated year after year, conflict after conflict, few constraints on violent behaviour remain.
There are some perpetrators who combine all these motives. They populate the darkest heart of the violence caused by civil wars and repressive regimes. Even long afterwards they remain a stubborn inconvenience. A South African example.
Truth and lies (2001) is a photo book by Jillian Edelstein about the South African Truth and Reconciliation Commission. In the margins of the public hearings, it portrays perpetrators looking for amnesty and victims who are looking for acknowledgement. Michael Ignatieff, a Canadian historian, wrote the introduction. I look at one of the photographs through his eyes. It shows two men. One of them is a member of the security police; the other is Gideon Johannes Nieuwoudt, a notorious murderer and torturer, following his pleas for amnesty. Ignatieff says: “It is remarkable, of course, because of the directness of Nieuwoudt’s gaze, the casual male way he holds his cigarette, the hand in his pocket, and above all, the hint of a smile. This man burns people with that cigarette so casually held between the fingers of his right hand. This man seems to enjoy the scrutiny of the camera, hence his own notoriety. The gaze seems to say: Yes, I am apartheid’s secret. At the heart of it all, there was me. Without me, we wouldn’t have kept paradise to ourselves. You can judge me all you like, I don’t care.” The photo shows what the Truth and Reconciliation Commission could not show: the self-assurance of someone who decided about life and death, of someone who continues to lie without embarrassment, of the apartheid after apartheid.
Nieuwoudt, an Afrikaner through and through, was 21 years old when he converted to become a born-again Christian. Five years later, by now an officer in the security police, he murdered Steve Biko. Not because he was a particularly dangerous opponent of apartheid, but because, according to Nieuwoudt, he was such an arrogant kaffir . Just imagine, he was not willing to stand up during his interrogation. Biko was the first in a long succession of liquidations in which Nieuwoudt had a hand. Before the Truth and Reconciliation Commission, when he explained his request for amnesty, he did not deny most of the murders. He did however remain silent about the true circumstances. Why those men had to die and how he set about killing them: he said little or nothing about this. He was not granted a general amnesty, was detained and was sentenced to twenty years in prison. He did not understand this. On his conviction he said to a journalist: “Now you see how small the desire for reconciliation is here.” Nieuwoudt is the prototype of a perpetrator who believes completely that he is right. There is the religious component: the Bible within reach, a faithful member of the pro-apartheid Dutch Reformed Church. A communist-hater as well. His psychiatrist told the Truth and Reconciliation Commission that he was scarred for life by an event in his youth. At school a vicar who had fled from Romania came to talk about how he had been tortured for years. And Nieuwoudt was convinced of the supremacy of the white race. He killed, in his own words, for God and for white South Africa.
Self-pity is not unusual in people of this kind. In Nieuwoudt’s request for amnesty it was claimed that he had been destroyed by post-traumatic stress. Or, in the words of his psychiatrist: “I think Mr Nieuwoudt just killed too many people and it just became too much for him”. Empathy is something that is alien to him and his kind. Nieuwoudt murdered Siphiwo Mtimkhulu, a black student leader, in the 1980s. He requested and received amnesty from the Truth and Reconciliation Commission for that crime in 1998 – even though, to the great distress of his victim’s mother, he remained vague about the circumstances in which the boy was killed. Shortly afterwards he went with a camera crew to visit the Mtimkhulu family, ostensibly to ask for forgiveness. The whole country was able to witness how Siphiwo’s son hit him over the head with a vase. Perpetrators always look at what has happened very differently from victims. With people such as Nieuwoudt the gulf is unbridgeable.
Gideon Johannes Nieuwoudt died at the end of August 2005, aged 54. He had lung cancer. The cigarettes with which he had tortured so many black and coloured people turned out to be his own executioner.
“W ho are the good guys? That’s what every well-meaning European, left-wing European, intellectual European, liberal European always wants to know, first and foremost. Who are the good guys in the film and who are the bad guys. In this respect Vietnam was easy: The Vietnamese people were the victims, and the Americans were the bad guys. The same with apartheid: You could easily see that apartheid was a crime and that the struggle for civil rights, for liberation and equality, and for human dignity was right.” It is with these sentences that Amos Oz begins his How to Cure a Fa natic (2006). However, he tells us that things are less clear-cut in the Arab-Israeli conflict. It is impossible to tell who are the angels and who are the devils. The complex puzzle that is the Middle East is not exceptional. Mention genocide in Burundi and Hutus and Tutsis will begin talking about a different period in the bloody history of their country. They have become entangled in a spiral of mutual accusations. I experienced this in a special session on reconciliation in the Burundian parliament.
The former Yugoslavia is another striking example. Many Serbs find justification in a war fought against the Turks – in the 14th century! – for the fact that they still despise the Bosnian Muslims. And they have not forgotten that the Croatians terrorised the Serbs in the name of the Nazis between 1940 and 1945. In this way, every population group in that region colonises an episode from the past in order to use and misuse it. Such cocktail of historical ingredients is explosive. Time and again, the memory focuses on periods in which people themselves were victims. It is in this context that Vera M., one of my four accompanying characters, joins my expedition into the land of an unresolved past .
Shared responsibility
The Croatian city of Vukovar was captured by troops from the Yugoslav People’s Army on 18 November 1991, after a three-month siege. More than 90% of the houses were destroyed. But the worst was yet to come. Two days later the victors removed 250 wounded people and nurses from the local hospital, took them to a pig farm in the nearby Ovcara, executed them and dumped their bodies in a mass grave. Around 5,000 inhabitants were gathered together in a shed just outside the city. Their final destination, for some of them literally, was one of the camps in the Serbian territory.
It is 18 November 2002. According to annual tradition, Vukovar commemorates the Serbian massacre at the end of 1991. I am taking part in a symposium on human rights. I talk with survivors of the Serbian camps, accompany them to look at what is still a devastated city (just like one of the film sets from Saving Private Ryan , I can’t help thinking), accompany them in a floral tribute at the monument in Ovcara. And I do all of these things with very mixed feelings, because I have evidently ended up in the middle of a nationalist ritual. In the evening, sitting in a restaurant, the stories about Serbian cruelties follow one after the other. There is a brief silence when Vera M. talks about the murder of her father, her brother, her lover. The trauma runs very deep, as does the grudge and hatred she feels towards the former occupiers. I have absolutely no desire to engage in discussion with her. I do by contrast seek out that confrontation around the table with historians and sociologists from Zagreb University. But they refuse to engage. Their viewpoint is simple: the Serbs have the monopoly on extreme violence. The atmosphere cools palpably when I raise the question of shared responsibility. Were there no atrocities carried out by the Croatian army in the Krajina where many Serbs lived? Diagonally across from me sits a man who calls himself a colonel. He fought here eleven years ago. In the afternoon he had taken me to his brother’s grave, killed by a Serbian grenade. Now, his body language reveals his pent-up anger. What is that know-all from Belgium thinking? Hasn’t he seen our sadness? I am briefly overcome by a feeling of shame. After the meal we walk with Vera M. and some of her friends through the streets of Vukovar. I see how one of them spits at the death notice of a neighbour – a Serb – written in Cyrillic letters.
When we part I am given a stone replica, 20 centimetres high, of the bullet-pocked Vukovar water tower, one of the symbols of the devastation. It looks very realistic. A last attempt to convince me? Later I will hear that two months earlier graves at a Serbian cemetery had been desecrated. It was the seventh such incident in Vukovar that year. An Orthodox Serbian church was also the target of vandals.
The football club Dinamo Zagreb donated the proceeds of its last league match in 2006 to a ‘foundation for discovering the truth of the war in the fatherland’. The money was intended for Croats held in prison in The Hague, awaiting trial. Because those people are regarded as heroes. Especially General Ante Gotovina. He was an officer involved in Operation Storm, the bombardment offensive which enabled the Croats to defeat the Serbs in the Krajina region in August 1995. A Belgian journalist, Mon Vanderostyne, was the first foreign reporter to visit the region. An extract from his report reads as follows: “On both sides of the road, for a distance of more than fifty kilometres, every farm was ablaze. This was the scorched-earth tactic. One hundred and fifty thousand Serbs were driven out; the policy of razing everything to the ground was intended to ensure that they never returned.” Vanderostyne saw a police unit from the Vukovar area, so a long way from home, “stealing cars and loading up trucks with TVs, hi-fis, boxes of shoes, heavy suitcases and large sacks with indefinable content.&