Karadzic was captured after thirteen years on the run. The butcher of the Bosnia is now headed for trial before the World Court. He is accused of orchestrating the massacre of 8,000 Muslim men and boys at Srebrenica, as well as the protracted siege of Sarajevo. The world at that time, fifteen years ago saw the pictures, and the bodies, and some felt the pain. The dark and evil phrase “ethnic cleansing” was predominant. Diplomacy failed to broker a peace, and ancient hatreds refused the conciliation of boundaries and the healing of time.
International vacillation on ending that ethnic war in the former Yugoslavia led to thousands upon thousands of new dead. The atrocities continued and the collective heart of humankind wept, as it should, because again it was wrong.
So too should the world’s leaders of then cry with shame and shed their honored legacy for a new holocaust surfaced on their watch. Once again the global community reacted too slowly to bias and hate somehow reasoning this is somebody else, someplace else. Different names, different places, different people, but death by ethnic hate is always the same. How many times and how many generations will it take for us to learn it a final time?