By Reshat Kripa
– Are there murderers among us?!-
Memorie.al / A few days ago, my former investigator stopped me. He wanted to talk to me. He held out his hand. I felt disgust for that bloody hand. – What are you looking for? – I said coldly. – “It wasn’t our fault – he replied, seeing my attitude. – It was the system that made us like that. We had no other way. We entered the dance and could not get out. Those laws were there and we were obliged to implement them”.
I wasn’t listening anymore. He spoke while I was seeing the events that happened at the time of the fall of the dictator’s monument, when he and his other friends stood up in the so-called anti-rallies, organized by the darkest forces of the overthrown regime. All that had worked for me in the seven months of my stay in the Security cells appeared before my eyes.
But above all, there was one cruel scene that directly relates to him and which I can never forget. That’s why I couldn’t believe his words. His repentance was the false repentance of a man who has lost everything and tries to save what he can. Suddenly, he turned into a great democrat. Listen now to the painful story related to this man and judge him for yourself.
We were in the Bulqiza camp. He was appointed Security Operative in that camp. It was winter. It was snowing. Acari dried your face. We had just returned from work, exhausted, and we were waiting for the spoonful of onion soup that kept us alive. He entered the shed and addressing a boy from Mirdita, said to him fiercely: – Why didn’t you fulfill the norm?!
– I was sick, Mr. Lieutenant! – answered the boy, in a low voice. He did not let him finish his speech. He grabbed her by force and, dragging her, slammed her outside into the snow that continued to fall. He started hitting him wherever he could, with the whip he was holding in his hands. Then always dragging him, locked him in one of the dungeons appointed for this purpose.
When it got dark, someone brought him a piece of bread. You weren’t done yet, when you became a criminal. As soon as he saw him, he began to whip him again, asking him to tell him who had given him the piece of bread. The boy did not show. Then he ordered to tie it to a telephone pole, which was located near our silo.
He appointed two guards to prevent anyone from approaching him. It was loud. We could hear his muffled moans and were unable to help him. That whole night, we didn’t close our eyes listening to his moans. Sometime near morning, they rested. The brave Mirditor had passed away. He was not yet seventeen years old.
– Get out of your eyes! – I called, as soon as the vision that appeared to me passed me. But he had realized it in time and was gone. A deep shock, I felt inside myself. I had an open wound which had crusted over. At that time, I remembered a German film I had seen in my childhood. It was a post-war production and was titled “Murderers are among us”.
In the center of the film, there was a Nazi doctor, who, although he appeared humane in appearance, was in fact the embodiment of cruelty. In his laboratories, he conducted the most monstrous experiments to torture and exterminate people. After the end of the war, he, like many others, went to the dock.
Years have passed since then. I have forgotten almost all the scenes of that movie. Only one has not been removed from my memory, his final. The doctor caught with both hands behind the bars of the prison, shouting: – I am innocent! I am innocent!
While in the background behind him, as a refutation of all this, appeared the tortures, shootings, burials alive, burnings in the gas chambers, which he had designed. An unforgettable scene.
A perfect directorial solution. Remembering this scene and that of the morning boy, I ask:
– Are there murderers among us? Who are they?
The answer is one, and clear: Yes. They are the investigators and former employees of the State Security. It is the heartless prosecutors and judges, who carry in their conscience, hundreds and thousands of those killed or dead in prisons, whose graves are not even known.
They are the spies of the system waiting for the opportunity to come out again and bury other people again. Why doesn’t justice work? Why are they not punished like the German doctor?
But there is another type of killers, more dangerous and more criminal than the first ones. They are the ones who, although today they are wearing the clothes of a democrat, wait for the next day, to stick a knife in the back of the fragile democracy that is being built. If you look hard, you can find them everywhere.
You can find them in political parties, associations and even in parliament. Instead of the deserved punishment, they roam freely today, pouring poison into the conscience of the people.
They become hoarse shouting: – We are innocent! The inverted system was to blame! If it weren’t for these unprincipled people who kept that system alive for almost half a century…!
So, who is to blame for all this crap that has covered the country? Who is to blame? Are we the ones who paid with our lives?! Memorie.al