suade or even compel the leaders of thernBosnian Serbs to accept the ContactrnGroup plan and to try to improve thernmaps and the constitutional arrangementsrnthrough negotiation at a laterrndate. But is this realistic? Couldn’t (orrnwouldn’t) the hostile European-Americanrncoalition block any and all changesrnfavorable to the Serbs?rnDuring a press conference, the MontenegrinrnPrime Minister Milo Djukanovicrndiscussed the problems of thernmodern Montenegrin merchant fleet.rnMontenegro had possessed about 40rnships. But immediately after sanctionsrnwere imposed, many ships were blocked,rnmostly in Western ports. They were notrnallowed to leave, and Montenegro had tornpay about 100,000 U.S. dollars per day tornthe port authorities where the ships hadrnbeen “arrested.” If they refused to pay,rnthe ships were to be confiscated and sold.rnA few of them were sold at auctions,rnat very low prices. Shipping, tourism,rnand aluminum mining represent aboutrn70 to 75 percent of the Montenegrinrnincome.rnThe Serbs I spoke to were still saddenedrnand disappointed by the disinformationrnabout them that continues tornissue from the West. Why do Westernrnmedia refuse to report Muslim andrnCroat offenses during the present officialrncease-fire in Bosnia and Herzegovina?rnWhat kind of stories would have beenrnwritten if Serbs had initiated the offenses?rnThe most depressing fact for thernSerbs remains that they have been betrayedrnby their former allies, whom theyrnconsidered to be close friends: the Americans,rnthe British, and the French. Howrnwere they so easily manipulated?rnWhen the Muslims and the Croatsrnwere killing each other during their warrnin 1993, thousands of Croats were fleeingrntheir homes in Travnik, Konjice, Bugojno,rnetc., ahead of advancing Muslimrnforces, fearing reprisals. When theyrnreached the Serb-held territories, theyrnwere treated in Serbian hospitals andrnthen transported to Croat-held areas.rnDuring the last days of the autonomousrnwestern Bosnia (the Bihac enclave) ofrnFikret Abdic, tens of thousands of Muslimsrnfled to the Serbian Republic ofrnKrajina, seeking protection from theirrnMuslim brothers. Did CNN, the NewrnYork Times, or Time report this?rnRajko Dolecek is a professor of medicinernat the University of Ostrava in the CzechrnRepubhc.rnLetter FromrnLondonrnby Derrick TurnerrnThe Barbarian MarshesrnCelt, Roman, Angle, Saxon, Dane,rnNorman, Pict—and Bengali, Afro-rnCaribbean, Turk, Arab, Chinese. Glyndebourne,rnswan-upping, roast beef andrnMaypoles—and arranged marriages,rnbowing to Mecca, halal meat, chop suey.rnHarris tweed—and saris. Anglicanismrnand Catholicism—and Diwali, RastafarianrnNew Year, Ramadan. Milton, Shakespearern—and Maya Angelou, Toni Morrison.rnAll of the former, traditionallyrnBritish things have been, are being,rneclipsed by all of the latter, non-Britishrnthings. Although I am not opposed tornchange as such, I rue all of these particularrnchanges, which dilute and endangerrnthe culture I hold most dear.rnAlthough I am not British myself—Irnwas born in the Irish Republic, to Anglo-rnIrish, Protestant parents—I have alwaysrnbeen conscious of some affinity forrnBritain, and particularly England, whichrnloomed on my horizon like a kindly elderrnrelative. I regularly came here on holidaysrnwhen I was younger, to marvel at therngreat cities and the beautiful landscapesrnwhere the houses stopped. I always had arnstrange sense of being at home here,rnhowever new and big it may havernseemed to my juvenile eyes. I have anrnimpression in my mind, still clear andrnfresh, which nourished, and nourishes,rnmy superpatriotism—of new-leafedrnplane trees in the sunlight, the sound ofrnsonorous bells, the sight of black taxis,rnwalking under the trees and feedingrnducks in St. James’s Park, the glitterrnof the river and the smell of the autumnrnin Kew. It simply never occurred to mernthat England could be other than irreducible.rnIt was only after I came to live in London,rnin mid-1988, that I began to seernthat I had been hopelessly naive. MaidarnVale, Kilburn, Ilford, West Hampstead,rnWhitechapel, and Deptford, none ofrnwhich featured on any tourist’s list, becamernmore than just names to me—Irnlived in them all, in quick succession,rnsix months here, a couple of monthsrnthere. And I roamed far and wide, myrnLondon A-Z in my jacket pocket—Irnplunged into the terraced backstreets ofrnHackney, Bethnal Green, Mile End, thernIsle of Dogs, Barking, the City, Southwark,rnKensington, Ladbroke Grove, Islington,rnand Stepney, the very namesrnlike quotations from half-rememberedrnhistory texts, or extracts from greatrnbooks. I spent days walking alone alongrnrainy or dusty residential streets, wanderingrnaround ancient churches andrngraveyards and exploring overgrown alleysrndense with purple buddleia, nettle,rnand bits of bicycle, and I would read uprnlater about the areas I’d visited. I wore arnpoppy on Remembrance Day, went tornthe Last Night of the Proms, and saw thernfires blaze up on Bonfire Night. In a fairlyrnshort time, I came to know London farrnbetter than Dublin, and far better thanrndid most Londoners. Soon, I could tellrnpeople the best way to get to ArtilleryrnRow, or where they should catch thernnumber 53.rnBut my peregrinations around Londonrnwere not just an education in geography,rnbut also in the vexed questions ofrnethnicitv and ident-it”v I was cnni-innallvrnc^m^^^mrnlilt MAKTIN LUTHEK KINO, JR.,rnPLAGIARISM STORYrnI :dited by THEODORE PAPPASrnA publii’ulioii of The Rocklbrd i:’rn[nsiiiutc. 107 pages j.rn(paper). Onlv SIO (.shipping and l”rnhandlingi-harge included). j’rnTO ORDER BY CREDIT CARD. [•.rnCALL: i.:rn1-800-383-0680 f]rnOR SEND CHHCK OR MONEY [^rnORDER (MADE PAYABLE TO r’rnTHE ROCKFORD INSTITUTE) i ;rnTO: frnKING BOOK. f:irn’».U NORTH MAIN STREET. irnROCKFORD. IL 6110.^ |:rn(Di>c’uunls iivailablf fur bulk oalcrs.j ! •rnJANUARY 1995/37rnrnrn