What It’s Like to Chill Out With Whom the Rest of the World Considers As The Most Ruthless Men: Ratko Mladic, Goran Hadzic and Radovan Karadzic (+) Confessions of a Female War Crimes Investigator

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What It’s Like to Chill Out With Whom the  World Considers the Most Ruthless Men : 
Ratko Mladic, Goran Hadzic and Radovan Karadzic Confessions of a Female War Crimes 


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 Confessions of a Female War Crimes Investigator

A lot of evidence will come out during my defence case as to how the Americans wanted to 
secure a long-lasting war in Bosnia and instigated violations of the UN arms embargo, even 
in close cooperation with Iran, and how they supported and supplied the Bosnian Muslims to
 justify what they were doing to Muslims elsewhere. --By Radovan Karadzic


    Retrospectively, it was all so simple, natural and matter of fact being on a boat restaurant in 
Belgrade, sitting with, laughing, drinking a two hundred bottle of wine and chatting about war
 and peace while Ratko Mladic held my hand.  Mladic,  a man considered the world’s most 
ruthless war criminal since Adolf Hitler, still at large and currently having a five million dollar 
bounty on his head for genocide by the international community.  Yet there I was with my 
two best friends at the time, a former Serbian diplomat, his wife, and Ratko Mladic just chilling.  
There was no security, nothing you’d ordinarily expect in such circumstances.  Referring to 
himself merely as, Sharko; this is the story of it all came about.


    It all began as former United States President Bill Clinton spearheaded NATO’s war against

 Serbia, Montenegro and Slobodan Milosevic (March 1999).  Thirty-five years old, conducting

 graduate study work at the New School for Social Research in New York City in political 

science,  I planned graduating spring 1999 with an area study emphasis in international law 

and human rights.  I was naive then, still believing strongly in democratic liberal concepts 

such as freedom of academic thought.  Hence, I never anticipated my political views would

 impede either my graduation or completing my master’s thesis work on whether NATO 

 states committed gross violations of customarily accepted international criminal law in

 launching military aggression against Serbia and Montenegro owing to not acquiring 

United Nations Security Counsel approval prior.


               Then as hit with the identical smart bomb dropped on Milosevic’s presidential palace in Serbia the night of April 22nd 1999, political science chairperson then at the New School, Professor David Plotke, summoned me into his office before class that evening and dismissed me from the master’s program at the New School owing to what he considered my possessing unsavory political science opinions.  

    Only having to complete two more classes to graduate, I always thought my future in political sciences as wide open with innumerous possibilities; unfortunately this proved untrue.  Plotke told me in no uncertain terms that I was not the type of person the New School wanted walking around with a degree stating the New School’s prestigious name on it.

    Ironically, the New School was an institution I attended only owing to its’ placing great pride and emphasis on allowing students complete academic freedom of thought without dictating what is and what is not politically correct to discuss.  Yet surprisingly, dismissal from the program and blow to my graduate work should not been completely unexpected since the semester immediately prior, the school refused allowing me to conduct my graduate thesis work on the subject of whether the NATO and Bill Clinton committed war crimes against the former Yugoslavia during the Kosovo war (1999) and internally suggested I
 write about infringement of Muslim human rights in France.  

    I suppose with the likes of Hillary Clinton and Tony Blair hanging about the fourth floor of the
 school at the renown World Policy Institute in 1999, I should have expected the university
 would not take kindly to student‘s speaking out critically against Bill Clinton and the Kosovo
 war (1999) he went down in history for advocating.  Then again, in 1999 I still believed in the 
school’s core ideals of academic freedom, especially since I was paying no less than one
 thousand United States dollars a credit to attend.  My civil rights lawsuit against the college
 is another story in and of itself not deserving extended amounts of space here, except what
 I already mentioned. 

    Dismissal from graduate school left me in a complete state of  scholarly anomie seeking
 empathy and solace from my few friends and confidants at the time including many diplomats
 I studied with at the New School for several years.  The list included  but was not limited to 
ambassadors from Iran, Oman and a newly appointed First Secretary of the Bosnian Mission 
to the United Nations in New York, Darko Trifunovic.  


    Noteworthy of mentioning, both the 
ambassadors from Iran and Oman both 
confided in me their own extreme 
dissatisfactions and the scholarly
 problems they themselves currently 
encountered at the New School for 
Social Research.  On the last day 
attending the school, both aforementioned 
men explicitly complained to me the school 
was holding them back from graduating owing
 to their own so-called extremely unsavory
 political viewpoints.  In particular the Iranian
 ambassador, Amir, was writing his master’s 
thesis on the Iranian contra affair and the UN Ambassador from Oman told me, for years he 
was being held back from graduating because Greek Professor Addie Pollis strongly 
disdained his Islamic religious and cultural views insofar as human rights and multiple 
marriage partners by Muslim sultans in his country of origin.  It was May (1999).


    Riddled with uncertainty about my future scholarly status, I immediately applied for
 graduate study at Farleigh Dickinson University in New Jersey where I studied an additional
two years before encountering similar problems with the graduate school faculty there. 
 Ironically it was only FDU professors whom formerly studied themselves at the New School 
still in touch with the faculty there, who were later responsible for my having to leave the
 graduate program at FDU in early 2002.  

    Between the time of my dismissal from the New School and my dismissal from FDU in the
 fall (2002), I stayed in touch with many scholars and other politically active persons sharing 
similar anti-war views as myself regarding NATO’s 1999 Kosovo war including: Professor
 Barry Lituchy (NYC), Ramsey Clark’s people at the International Action Center, and a couple
 of new acquaintances I’ve chanced meet online in Serbian political activist forums.  


    One of those people was,
 Darko Trifunovic. Darko and I 
were e-mailing each other regularly
 by early spring (1999) at which time
 he informed me that he became 
the newly appointed First Secretary
 of the Bosnian Mission to the
 United Nations in New York City
 and wondered whether I would 
pick him up at JFK airport when
 he arrives in a few weeks;  
I acceded.  

    Another event in my life 
occurring in Manhattan in late 
spring (1999) was chance meeting 
Nikola Sainovic; Slobodan
 Milosevic’s former Deputy 
Serbian Prime Minister. It just so
 happened I was in the city 
attending Ramsey Clark’s
 anti-NATO lectures immediately 
after NATO’s bombing campaign 
against the former Yugolsavia began.  I was walking up to the main lecture building and 
paused at the door momentarily to examine how to enter and where to go when Nikola 
walked up for me , surprising me from behind, he said “hello, are you here for the lecture 
also“? I replied “yes.” I was shy, but Nikola kept the conversation going as we walked into 
the building together discussing the horrendous actions the NATO was currently undertaking
 against his country in Serbia.  Although I did not know then who exactly he was, he was
 handsome, educated and he wore a very sharp brown suit, tie and wore glasses. His identity 
is unmistakable to me now viewing the photos of him sitting in the Hague currently awaiting
 his own trial for complicity in war crimes.   During the lecture intermission he again came 
over to speak with me and asked me my telephone number stating he’d like to get together
 and talk sometime with me while he was in town; I acceded.


    It was not long after Ramsey Clark’s lecture that Nikola
 called me and we agreed to have dinner together at the 
Peking House in Butler NJ on Route 23.  He met me at the
 restaurant and we enjoyed a great dinner and lively 
conversation regarding American diplomacy and politics 
between the United States, NATO and Serbia.  After dinner
 he asked me if there was somewhere quite we both 
could go to continue talking and being shy about men
 and their intentions, I told him since it was a beautiful
 summer’s evening, I suggested we drive up 23 North
 into West Milford NJ where there was a lovely “rest stop” 
where we could sit down on the picnic table chairs and 
continue our conversation together. 


offered to
 drive me
 up to the 
spot in his 
fancy brown 
 I had never
 really been
 in a Jaguar
 before and
 it drove 
really smooth.  Nikola and I spent several hours just chatting about Serbia and the illegal NATO 
actions undertaken against his country and when we commenced, he drove me back to my car
 waiting by the restaurant and we decided we would meet again for lunch in about a week; he 
would give me call soon.

    I was attending Montclair State University for one semester that summer so when Nikola 
call me in about a week for lunch I recommended we meet at about 4pm at the 6 Brothers Diner
 on Route 46 by the university. Nikola never made any unwanted advances towards me and we
 just like to chat about war and peace.  He told me, ‘Jill, I like to come talk with you because I 
can trust you. I can let down my hair so to speak with you and not worry about you wire tapping 
me or stabbing me in the back.” I thanked him for his compliment and company. He told me his
 daughter lived in Tarrytown New York and when we parted that day, he told me this is where
 he was headed. He gave me his business card bearing his name, Nikola Sainovic. I forget the
 business it listed, it might have just said Prime Minister but I think it said something else 
politically related but I can’t remember now. I took it and thanked him.  Whomever I did meet, 
they also gave me photos and showed me a brief portfolio of their news ideas in the space 
saving architecture and additionally gave me some photos of their work and a business card
 for what I remember as a German PASSOS company.  It had to be be Nikola.  We actually had
 a great chat about what I thought about his new architectural ideas. I loved them telling Nikola
 I believed he would be extremely successful in his new endeavors. I think we may have had
 lunch one additional time and then I never heard from him again. 

    Darko arrived first, his very beautiful wife, Bojana, arrived as expected about one month
 later after he was settled.  Darko greatly impressed me at the time.  Being a former political
 adviser to the to the former female President of the Republic of Srpska in Bosnia, he had a
 degree in international law, diplomatic immunity, was a writer, handsome, was extremely
 brilliant and fun to just hang-out with and work.  The three of us became extremely close
 friends and confidants. 

     During this time period, I had the honor to 
meet, Professor Simeunovic (Political Science 
Department of the University of Beograd) . 
He used to come to New York City several
 times during the time period, Darko, was 
First Secretary of the Bosnian Mission at the
 UN in NYC.  Darko actually called me one day 
when, Professor Simuenovic, came to New York 
to attend the 1999 United Nations Preparatory 
Committee Meetings (Closed Door). Then, the
 NATO Kosovo Crisis had fully begun; the UN
 refused granting, Professor Simeunovic, 
entrance into the meeting  since the United 
States was so called "at war" with the Former
 Serbian & Montenegrin Republic. Darko merely, 
told me to help get "Him into the meeting 
somehow." I said, "What can I do"? He said, "Your, Cousin Gay Rosenblum works at 1 United
 Nations Plaza in Executive Offices of the UN's Public Administration i.e. India. Tell them that 
and he will be able to gain entrance if you ask them to let him in." It is true, my does Cousin 
work in the UN Plaza in Public Administration. So trying to help Serbia, I went down a to In 
Plaza, asked them to let the Serbian gentleman into the meeting and they did.

    Serbia has the BEST DIPLOMATS working for it, and also for its' intelligence I have seen 
anywhere in the world. I learned so much from my time working with Darko as my "mentor."
 I remember on one particular visit, Professor Simeunovic, Darko and myself, were on our way
 up to a  renown and one of the very few Serbian Restaurant's existing n America called, 
Sports Bar; owned by a man named Nik, and his wife who cooks in the kitchen. Professor 
Simeunovic taught me then, the importance of "true diplomacy" in which is is NOT via
 weaponry , money and power, you make things happen on the international stage, but 
through your share connections and human contacts; the art of true diplomacy in and of 
itself. He said to me, and simultaneously pulling out  a worn old black telephone book
 from his rear pocket said to me from the front seat (Darko always drove my car and I sat in
 the back), "Do you know what this is JIll,"? I said, "No I don't Mr. Simeunovic to be honest,
" he replied, "I am a Diplomatic Mediator for Serbia, I have mediated situations for , Serbia 
and RS,  from Bosnia to Macadonia, in this book are all of my "Diplomatic Contacts."  
Continuing speaking to me he said, " I have the personal telephone numbers of the President 
of over 100 Head's of State to lower Diplomatic at Embassies Worldwide I can call at any time 
and place for help anywhere in the world." This is what makes a true diplomat Jill." 
"No money and Weapons like NATO Uses; It is all about who you know and how you can
 influence those whom you
know and can trust as confidants." Then said, "I strongly suggest Darko "mentor you," 
and you begin compiling  your own little black book of diplomatic contacts immediately,
 And I listened to his every word.

    While the American Embassies, Colleges and Diplomats hated me for "chilling and and
 making friends everywhere from the Iranian Ambassador to Executive Head's of
 ENACO (Mr Davies) from Cocaine growing  companies,  existing in 
Peru,  l listened to, Professor Simeunovic's advice to me. He was right; I needed to
 have tons of trusted high level people and evene some Presidents' I could call if I 
needed assistance anywhere and at anytime if I was going to be a "diplomat." That 
way, I thought to myself, suppose I had to get some American citizens out of a kidnapping
situation say in, Iran or Iraq?" This way, only I could actually "pull it off perhaps, though
 my contacts." This was very important and I strongly suggest that, CIA Head take some
 classes in intelligence, diplomacy as well as in Anti Terrorism, from Dr. Darko Trifunovic,
 at the University of Beograd , Srebija (If tehy can get into his class there). lol It is all
 about connections! 


Here is the Registration address for, Darko Trifunovic, in 
http://www.bg.ac.rs/eng/en_newss.php?id=96.  OR http://www.bg.ac.rs/eng/en_newss.php?id=96 

(Get into his class if you can is my 
best advice to those ignoring him and 
his Al Qaeda information emanating
 from the Documentation Center of 
Republika of Srpska Governmental 
Offices.the before 9/11). read More
 About Darko and myself visiting 
Republican Senator NIcholson in 
DC together to speak about Al Qaeda 
in Bosnia at:

    Between the time, I was dismissed from the New school for
Social Research in New York City, and, the time, Darko, arrived in
full diplomatic capacity in to work in the Bosnian Mission to the
 United Nations in New York City, I had lots of spare time on my
hands.  Before I met Darko, I had fallen whimsically in love with a
 monk living at the Abbey of the Holy Name Monastery, where I
 attend Orthodox Christian Mass weekly. His name was Momcilo

    Being familiar with encryption and codes, I noticed an Orthodox
 Christian  Ikon has gave to me seemed to read “I have the NATO
 codes.”  I ignored this at first.  A few weeks later, I was speaking with Bishop John at the 
monastery and I went upstairs into the dinette to get something, and I noticed a piece of 
paper lying on the table. I could not help but seeing what was written on this paper. On one
 side it had names of insurance companies and  numbers, and when I looked on the other,
 becoming curious, it had the names of the Serbian shot down non-invisible Stealth Fighter
 Jet F-117A on it and the names of various American companies such as “Boeing” and

Upon seeing this piece of paper I became immediately alarmed because a week or so before 
while at Sunday Mass, one of my Serbian friends living at the monastery, a former Serbian
 air force serviceman back in the Former Yugoslavia, had asked me to help him input some 
numeric codes into the Bishops computer upstairs on a ‘Karaoke’ site called ‘Sing Out.”  
Thinking back on that experience, it seemed I could have helped him input NATO air codes
 he transferred via the Bishops computer to another contact that was somehow connected
 in the NATO Stealth being shot down.  I will never know for sure; I it seems this way. The 
day after I entered the numbers for him, the Stealth was shot down and someone unknown 
to me send me the photos of the downed NATO stealth I have posted on my website.


I even became voted in as the executive 
director of the Law Projects Center Yugoslavia
in New York .  The Law Projects Center was 
a United Nations accredited NGO and offshoot
 of the Yugoslav Coalition to Establish and 
international criminal court.  Darko and some 
political people originally founded the 
organization in Belgrade Serbia prior his arrival 
in New York City in diplomatic capacity. 


  I worked fervently legally registering the 
organization  in New Jersey as a legally filed
 non-profit successfully.      The Law Projects Center and its activities demanded Darko, his
 wife and I often stayed the night over each others’ apartments often; many times working 
days at a time with very little sleep.  From winter (1999) until fall (2002), Darko, his wife and I
 worked daily at the Bosnian Mission to the United Nations in New York City co-authoring 
two books: 1) The Bosnian Model of Al-Qaeda Terrorism and; 2) The Srebrenica Massacre.  
As a young student of war and peace in the former Yugoslavia, I was in scholarly heaven 
accessing the United Nations to work with Darko daily.  This enabled my meeting many 
of the most fascinating people in the world.  I vividly remember Senator Bill Richardson at
 the time giving nightly press interviews on television about meeting with OPEC members
 states, “setting them straight about lowering oil prices in 2000.”  Yet when I’d chit-chat with 
the Iranian ambassador in the city before class asking him about it he would say to me 
something to the effect as,” We at OPEC are so angry about former  colonialism by England 
and America, OPEC will continually attempt bringing both the United States and England to
 their financial knees on  energy issues…And by the way Jill, Russia does not in any manner
 intend to halt weapon sales to Iran.”  



    In fact Amir and I, notwithstanding our
 theological differences, got alone well.  
We’d often sit together before class acceding
on a great many matters.  In particular I 
remember us sitting one night and looking 
me square in the eye stating, “You know Jill,
 I will never believe that Jesus Christ is the 
Son of God.”  I replied, “And I Amir will never 
convert to Islam.” Now that we got that out of 
the way, we both smiled at one another getting 
 down to discussing real issues. You can 
read about this incident at my blog here http//sites.google.com/site/jillstarrsite/Home/

    The Bosnian mission to the United Nations in New York City in 2001 was an extremely 
interesting place.  Reflecting the rotating ethnic presidency existing in Bosnia unto present,
 Mission employees were comprised of people of completely bipolar ethnic, theological
 and politically ideological viewpoints.  

    The Head Ambassador of the Mission post 9-11 was then combating rumors of his soon
 becoming persona non grata in the United States for allegedly giving Osama Bin Laden a
 visa to travel through Bosnia illegally when previously stationed in Italy in 1993.  There
 were also rumors he confessed to the United States Department of State of running 
international arms trades in connection with Al-Qaeda. 

Darko Trifunovic confided in me that Al Qaeda Algerian militant Abu Mali, worked in the 

Bosnian mission to the UN in Manhattan 2001-2002 after the war under a Bosnian name, 

Safet Catovic. Darko Trifunovic and I worked together at the Bosnian Mission to the United

 Nations in NYC in 2001-2002 together and I, Jill Starr,l verify I used to work on Mali's 

computer at the Mission because it always was getting fouled up with computer viruses at 

his request. 


    The number two man at the Bosnian 

mission, the First Ambassador was Serbian,

 Orthodox Christian and a doctor of medicine

 by university degree.  The First Secretary of 

the Mission was my friend Darko, the Consulate

 department was headed by an ethnic Muslim 

lady from Bosnia, and there was an ethnic 

Croatian woman floating around with other 

various diplomats being of Roman Catholic 

Croatian descent. He became extremely 

suspicious of who Catovic really was because

 he spoke poor Bosnian. As a result, Trifunovic

 said he lost a job in the mission and moved to



    The number two man at the Bosnian mission, the First Ambassador was Serbian, Orthodox Christian and a doctor of medicine by university degree.  The First Secretary of the Mission was my friend Darko, the Consulate department was headed by an ethnic Muslim lady from Bosnia, and there was an ethnic Croatian woman floating around with other various diplomats being of Roman Catholic Croatian descent. 

    My time at the Mission was primarily spent fixing Darko’s laptop computer which became daily infected with computer viruses he continually claimed emanated from other employees at the Mission who were allegedly trying to sabotage him because of his ethnic Serbian background.  I vividly recall the constant bickering between all the mission employees; always accusing each other of committing war crimes and giving each other computer viruses making it virtually impossible for any of them to get along.  The Croatian diplomat usually stayed to herself with her office door shut while the others present usually just listened to Led Zeppelin rock music on their personal CD-ROM players.  They told me repeatedly they had nothing else to do with their time at the United Nations beyond an occasional meeting except for  listening to music and playing computer games.  

    Sad and ironic was the few things I noticed all the Bosnian mission employees agreeing upon was their undying love for the rock band, Led Zeppelin. 

    A year had come and gone while I totally immersed myself into political inquiry as to just 
who was guilty of committing war crimes in the former Yugoslavia.  My favorite subjects 
of inquiry included: 

    NATO, Kosovo & Metohia, Serbia, Montenegro, Bosnia and persons of interest such as
 Mladic and Hacim Thaci (Albanian Leader of the Kosovo Liberation Army).  It was not 
enough for my merely taking in nightly news reports from CNN and other mainstream 
American media; to conduct an investigation for inquiry of social fact, I needed to go to 
Serbia and investigate for myself. 


    Only after seeing firsthand the goings on in the 
Balkans could I make a discriminate determination 
of guilty parties insofar as genocide there.   After 
my fateful month long trip to Serbia and Montenegro 
in the fall 2002 I later concluded all warring parties 
involved had blood on their hands (Croats, Serbs, 
Muslims and the NATO); there are no innocents.  
But in 2001, neither my finances nor busy schedule
 allowed such a trip.  Moreover, not speaking fluent 
Serbian coupled with the  anti-American sentiment 
existing in Serbia then listed on the United States
 Department of State travel warning website caused
 going to there an unfeasible option.  Hence, my life 
and studies went on as usual.

    Several seasons went by and now it was spring 2001. 
 Darko and his wife Bojana had time off which they
 spent visiting friends and family in Serbia for about 
two weeks.  Because of this Darko was unable to function in full diplomatic capacity.  In 
spring 2001 there was a preparatory commission meeting of plenipotentiaries to establish 
an international criminal court at the United Nations in New York City.  Topics of the meeting
 included but were not limited to defining interstate acts of aggression, court financing etc.
.  Darko asked me if I would sit in for him at the meeting taking as many notes possible 
owing to the Law Projects Center possessing United Nations accreditation as a NGO
 (non governmental organization) with full observer status at the United Nations;  I acceded.

        Darko faxed me all necessary paperwork enabling my application attendance at this 
crucial meeting; I filled out the necessary forms and faxed them to the appropriate 
United Nations office for approval.     It was an extremely exciting time for me.  My close
 friend and colleague, Arnold Stark (History professor and Columbian University PhD) 
drove me into Manhattan walking me through the United Nations main entrance and 
security the day of attendance.      


           Professor Stark himself was an old foreign service
 man from way back in the day and he told me I never
 looked as professionally sharp as I did on that day; I 
wore a navy blue pin striped suit.  I must admit, 
I looked good.     

    Only post attending that day did I truly understand 
the total lapse of  security existing then at the United 
Nations in New York City.  I say this owing to the social 
fact that the Law Projects Center was indeed registered 
as an United nations accredited NGO it is true. 
 However, closed meetings of this sort meant 
attendance was strictly limited to head ambassadors 
of valid United Nations member state missions and 
non governmental organizations possessing observer 
status were not allowed.

    Unto present, I’ve yet understood whereby I gained entrance into this privy closed meeting
 consisting of only United Nations  ambassadors, but I did.  Walking to the basement floor of 
the United Nations building that day, I merely wore a visitors badge given to me at the front
 desk in no manner indicating that I was an ambassador of a United Nations mission;  least of
 all the Bosnia mission as required for entrance.  Totally unaware I didn’t possess necessary
 credentials to enter the meeting, I walked confidently towards the entrance door and past 
the guard stationed outside it.  The guard never bothering to  examine the type of badge I
 wore around my neck simply said “good day Madame” and urged me into the meeting; it 
was just about time to begin.


    I immediately sensed something wrong once through the door past the guard.  First, I
 was uncertain where to sit.  Everyone else had a sign in front of their seat stating their 
country of origin. The Israeli ambassador sat in front of the Israel sign, the Spanish lady 
sat in front of the seat indicating she represented, Spain etc..  

    I looked fervently around the room seeing no seats indicating seats for United Nations 
observers anywhere.  The last thing I wanted to do was to embarrass myself by taking the
 seat of an important ambassador; I noticed a couple of men seeming from some African 
state grabbing some meeting paperwork nearby so I inquired of them. 

    I told them I was a newbie and inquired where to sit and what I should do.  With heavy
 African accents one of them said, “just grab a bunch of these papers, sit there and look
 like you are busy,” so I did.  In fact, I grabbed as many extra copies as I could without 
looking conspicuous when noticing another peculiarity.  

    The meeting papers indicated they were for restricted for the eyes of state mission heads’
 only (chief ambassadors of countries) and allowing other persons and/or United Nations 
employees to view them was a punishable offense.  Uncertain what to do, and with the 
meeting beginning, I merely sat there stunned.  My seat and the one the African gentleman
 next to me took seemed extras because they neglected having any indication regarding 
country origin in front of them on the table; I felt safe.  

    As totally immersed and interesting as I found the topics, the African ambassador seated
 found boring.  I say this owing to noticing during the entire meeting he was merely doodling 
nonsensical pictures on some legal pad.  I think that no one took more notes that day than me.
 I was especially interested in the interstate bickering about financing the international criminal
 court should and when it came about.  Spain was particularly forceful in vocalizing its opinion
 that the countries giving the most monetary contributions to the court itself ought have more
 power over both its staffing and its innocent and guilty verdicts as well as judges appointed.
  My suspicions’ equally shared by scholars such as Noam Chomsky and former attorney
 general, Ramsey Clark were now fully justifiably confirmed.  The court itself was a great
 travesty of justice and I was actually witnessing quarrels between countries insofar as 
controlling the courts judges and verdicts based on financial contributions rather than on
 law and true international justice.   

    The most shocking point of the meeting for me was when the Israeli ambassador admitted 
openly to the other attendees that Israel was indifferent to war crimes, crimes against
 humanity and would in no manner support any international structure limiting its’ ability 
for practicing war and peace against any other state and/or party it considered a threat 
to its national interest.  

    The ambassador representing the United States that day strongly and equally explicitly 
backed the Israeli position making clear American attendance was more for information
 gathering purposes and show than true concern for international law, world peace and 
social justice.  When the meeting ended I slipped quickly out the front entrance of the 
United Nations; notes and papers in hand; I would read them in detail later that evening.
 When I attended these Preparatory Meetings at the end, the First Ambassador to the 
Bosnian Mission in NYC (The Serbian Doctor with glasses) came in but only stayed a 
short while as my witness to my being there. (Noteworthy of mentioning was this man 
being a doctor, when returning from a trip to the Former Yugoslavia once, was nice enough
 to bring me some alternative medicine (a liquid lemon mixture) back with him and gave it to
me to help me withdrawal from all the American narcotics I was on). Darko insisted because
 he was worried about me overdosing on all my American medications). I always wondered
 if Doctor Radovan Karadzic had made the elixir himself for me--I will never truly know but 
it is not out of the question because Darko told me it was an "alternative medication and 
a liquid mixed with herbs and lemons sliced").

TO THE ISRAELI AMBASSADOR. He did not look at all like his photos (which were obviosly
 touched up) because he looked terrible with BIG POCK MARKS ALL OVER HIS FACE AND 
THICK SQUARE BROWN GLASSES! He laughed and took nothing seriously at all! I was 
shocked at his taking human rights as some type of joke; I took every thing happening 
extremely seriously!


    It must have amazed Darko upon returning from 
Serbia I actually gained entrance to the ICC preparatory 
closed meeting because within a week he invited me to
 the city to attend another important meeting at the
 United Nations comprised of diplomats from some very
 selective and prestigious  NATO member states.  I don’t 
recall the date but by his return fully I understood the
 definition of a closed meeting.  Upon approaching the
 meeting door I became at once  cognizant the meeting
 stated  “closed meeting,” on the door.  I did my best to 
point this fact out to Darko who told me to go in with
 him anyway; we did.  Darko obviously thought because 
I gained entrance to the ICC meeting I ought not have 
in h