Sunday, April 12, 2009

At New School Protest, Truth Depends on Camera Angle

April 12, 2009

At New School Protest, Truth Depends on Camera Angle

By DAVID M. HALBFINGER
New York Times

So much for the camera never lying.

The arrests of protesters who seized a building at the New School on Friday turned into something of a race to YouTube, as sharply contrasting videos recorded by the police and civilians conveyed vastly different impressions of what was going on — and, more specifically, just who was doing what to whom.

As the 22 people who were arrested were arraigned in Manhattan Criminal Court on Saturday afternoon — all were released on their own recognizance — law enforcement officials and civil liberties advocates alike sought to take stock of the dueling videos. They are the latest instant artifacts of a society in which cameras are seemingly omnipresent, but the truth can still remain elusive.

A police videotape, presumably made by the department’s Technical Assistance Response Unit — and posted at its site on YouTube — shows officers calmly entering a room where protesters are seated; the protesters helpfully remove their backpacks and extend their arms to make it easier for the police to handcuff them. The level of politeness on either side seems more appropriate to a tea party.

But two videotapes recorded by people on 14th Street captured a vastly different mood. One, the work of Brandon Jourdan, a freelance journalist, shows officers forcing a door shut against resistance, and spraying pepper spray at those on the inside. It also shows an officer pushing a shouting man in the face and knocking him to the ground before several officers arrest the man — seemingly without provocation.

But yet another videotape, identified on the New School Free Press Web site as the work of a videographer named Chris McCallion, shows demonstrators scuffling with police and at least one of them heaving a metal barricade toward the officers. (The Police Department released a lengthier video from a similar angle, also showing a glimpse of the barricade and a darkly dressed hurler, who scampers away as officers race after him.)

Taken together, it seems the throwing of the barricade may have prompted officers to chase a group of protesters down the street, including whoever threw it, and perhaps including the man who was knocked to the ground.

None of the videos, however, tell the whole story.

“The myth about film is that it’s objective, that film is the camera’s eye, so it’s not prejudiced,” said Paul Chevigny, a New York University law professor involved in litigation against the Police Department over its videotaping of protests like those surrounding the 2004 Republican National Convention.

“But that’s in fact not the case,” he said. “The angle at which a camera is set, or the place where it’s set, and the time where it goes on, and goes off, tends to create an editorial space around the picture. But in fact people nevertheless continue to believe it’s the most reliable evidence of the scene.”

Protesters and onlookers have been policing the police with handheld cameras for some time, as one officer learned last summer after he shoved a man off his bike during a Critical Mass ride, and then lied about it in his paperwork. After the videotape surfaced, the officer was fired.

“Cops are paranoid about it,” said Mike Bosak, a retired sergeant who produces a daily e-mail digest of developments in New York law enforcement. “Lots of times some skell is fighting a cop tooth and nail, then a cop loses control, which is easy to do, and then you lose your temper and somebody videotapes you, and the next thing you know you’re losing your job.”

But with the department now encouraging New Yorkers to send cellphone photos and videos to its Crime Stoppers Web site, criminals are also more likely to be caught in the act.

Yet interpreting the images is not always clear-cut.

Arthur Eisenberg, legal director of the New York Civil Liberties Union, said the proliferation of cameras has lent a “Rashomon quality” to the testimony of witnesses to a crime. “The technology may help us come closer to an accurate picture of what happened, but inevitably, just as witnesses with their own eyes are viewing events from their own perspectives, so too are videographers,” he said.

The man knocked to the ground was identified by his lawyer as David Benzaquen, 25, a student at the New School.

Mr. Benzaquen was charged with obstruction of governmental administration, resisting arrest and disorderly conduct, all misdemeanors. The police said he ran into an area that had been barricaded to exclude protesters and then “curled his body up into a ball,” to avoid being handcuffed, according to a criminal complaint against him.

His lawyer, Yetta Kurland, said Mr. Benzaquen had done nothing to warrant the use of force. She also said he had been bloodied and bruised.

Colin Moynihan contributed reporting.

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Monday, April 20, 2009
Robert Latham at New School Allowed Ethnic Albanian To Condone Genocide Against Serbian Orthodox Christians in Kosovo Posted 3/2/2009 2:37 PM EST


Robert Latham at New School Allowed Ethnic Albanian To Condone Genocide Against Serbian Orthodox Christians in Kosovo
Posted 3/2/2009 2:37 PM EST

I couldn’t get the link right so read the scoop here -> Robert Latham at New School
Miss Jill Louis Star wrote:
/>> > Dear Friends: I have told this factual autobiographical account prior. However, this
was during the height of NATO’s illegal war launched against Jugoslavija so I am unsure if this
e-mail ever reached the entire audience for which it was intended. Hence, I am re-sending a brief
account of whereby one United States University in New York City assisted Bill Clinton and
Tony Blair in plotting, orchestrating, launching and perpetuating Albanian-KLA Nationalism and
ethnic genocide directed against the Orthodox Christian Serbs in Kosovo. (See Attachment for
formal proof).
/>> >
/>> > I. It was in the Fall of 1997, my first semester in graduate school at the New School for
Social Research when I noticed the bulletin on the wall that announced the Albanian Pro-KLA
Nationalist Fatmos Ljubonia was going to give a lecture on Albanian Nationalism at the New
School for Social Research in NYC (5th and 14th Streets in Wolffe Conference Room 2nd
floor). This lecture was undoubtedly funded by the USIP and the WPI (the World Policy Institute
resides on the fourth floor of the schools location).
/>> >
/>> > II. Evidently, this particular lecture sparked my interest like none other owing to my serious
commitment in following the various political & international trends regarding the Kosovo / Serbia
& Bosnia wars and what would occur next. Therefore I made it my business to sit in on this
lecture.
/>> >
/>> > III. At that time, primarily the students attending this lecture and (it was a full house) were
from parts of the world (like Asia) who knew nothing about Serbia and Kosovo. So they were
very interested to hear what Fatmos Ljubonia had to say about the plight of the ethnic Albanians
in Kosovo. There were only two graduate students who really knew what was going on in
Kosovo at that time between the Albanians and the Serbs. (me and this Albanian student). I sat
in for about 1 and 1/2 hours taking notes and listening. Then I left. Here is a short and brief
description of the lecture.
/>> >
/>> > IV. Primarily Fatmos at first attempted to elicit as much sympathy as humanly possible from
the New School graduate students. He began the lecture by explaining that the Serbian
government had imprisoned him for 20 years. and treated him in an inhumane manner. He did not
explain why to us.
/>> >
/>> > V. He quickly then shifted (to be blunt)–he spent the rest of his lecture lying to the
(students) about the current situation in Kosovo. He supplied lies as answers to the students
questions about Serbia, Albania and Kosovo and Fatmos completely bad-mouthed the Serbian
government blaming it, for myriad human right violations not only committed against him (as he
claimed) but also against him all ethnic Albanians in Kosovo.
/>> >
/>> > VI. He completely this question and answer session quite pleased with himself since most
of my classmates later indicated to me that they were shocked to hear about the conditions under
which Fatmos claimed the ethnic Albanians were living under in Kosovo. I knew the man was a
filthy liar but I could not say anything at the time. So he lied lied and he lied more!
/>> >
/>> > VI. As I said I left early but I will never forget his phrase stating: “I, Fatmos Ljubonia, have
come to the New School for Social Research to ask you, The New School students, to give me,
Fatmos Ljubonia, new creative nationalist ideas to PROMOTE AND TO CONSTRUCT A
GREATER ALBANIA!”
/>> >
/>> > VII. Now there were a hell of a lot of New School faculty members also present who
knew the truth about what really was going on between Serbia, the Western liberal think tanks at
the New School for Social Research and their king, Bill Clinton regarding Kosovo. However,
evidently these were the same political science professors such as David PLotke who later
tossed me out of graduate school only three weeks prior my anticipated MA graduation date on
April 22 1999 at knife point (we all know about my Civil Rights Case against the school
#02-99-2132.
/>> >
/>> > VIII. I, Jill Starr have always stood up for the right political and social group, the Serbs of
course. For it was not the Serbian authorities fault that NATO members and their corrupted
politicians with a guilty as hell mens rea instigated and escalated the present ethnic contentions
and genocide now occurring in Kosovo today!
/>> >
/>> > XV. For this reason it does not surprise me that the semester before I was tossed out of
school by POL SCI DEPT. CHAIR David Plotke, during my classes with the renown Robert
Latham (from the SSRC in NYC) no one did anything when my Albanian classmate stated in
front of many UN Diplomats that he 100% promoted “ethnic genocide against the Orthodox
Christian Serbs in Kosovo!” Of course I reported the incident to both my human rights professor
Adamantia Polllis and also the Dept. Chair David Plotke, yet neither of them did a damn thing!
What they did do is allow my Albanian classmate to continue going to school and graduate while
they decided to throw me out of school and ruin my life to the best of their corrupt abilities!
/>> >
/>> > X. The Albanian classmate of mine even said to me in front of Robert Latham’s entire class
(FALL 1998) this to me when I said I’d like to see a copy of his paper which he said is written to
promote ethnic genocide against Orthodox Christian Serbs in Kosovo this— />”Jill, you will
surely die before you ever see my term paper!” The New School faculty threw me out and kept
the genocidal Albanian on April 22 1999! See attachments!
/>> >
/>> > PS: I’d like to give some lectures describing this experience in America to my friends in
Serbia. David PLotke even came towards me with a swiss army knife!
/>> >
/>> > Respectfully,
/>> > Miss Jill Louise Starr USA
/>> > PO BOX 635
/>> > Newfoundland NJ 07435 USA
/>> > (973) 208-8372
/>>

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The New School for Social Research and how they spend US tax dollars! Posted 3/2/2009

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The New School for Social Research and how they spend US tax dollars!
Posted 3/2/2009 2:35 PM EST

Read about the New School for Social Research and how they spend US tax dollars!

What do you say now Kerry?

Dear Provost of NEW SCHOOL FOR SOCIAL RESEARCH JONATHON FANTON[

NEW YORK CITY 212-229-5777]:

I am requesting a formal hearing by the New School University Wide Committee on

Harassment. I have filed numerous and grave discriminatory harassment complaints

against certain New School Graduate Faculty Officials as well as professors. My

complaints have not been appropriately dealt with or resolved in either an honest or a

moral manner by New School Graduate Faculty members as far as I am concerned.

Furthermore, Eliza Nichols, the very first person against whom I filed an initial complaint

against for her emotionally abusive behavior directed at me on March 30th, 1999, (as

Dean McIntyre is well aware of), is in a DIRECT “conflict of interest” when it comes to

dealing with any other complaints that I may have filed. She should neither be meddling

nor partaking in my legal New School complaint mediation process, unless, it concerns

the complaint that I filed against her. I am a State of NJ Certified Court Mediator so I

familiar with these issues. Eliza presumably is one of

the few persons who Dean McIntyre seems to be dealing with (see the CC on his

letters, which bar me from future studies at the New School, dated May 29 1999).

I allege that certain New School Graduate Faculty Department Officials have been

impeding, and with malicious intent, my:

graduating from the New School for Social Research which was supposed to take place

this past week.
Registering for any class given at the New School University regardless of either a) the

division, or b) even if I have the cold cash to pay for classes by myself. This is explicit and

direct, Discriminatory Harassment! These are VERY serious Civil Right violations that

have been committed directly against me by many New School Graduate Faculty

Members and I want them seriously investigated. I further allege:
Professor Louise Tilly gave me a bad grade of a C- last semester
Fall 1998) due to her discriminating against me for my strong belief in

God. I allege Professor Tilly clearly disdains my Orthodox

Christian Faith. Her assistant professor was an atheist man from Iran. I have both

Atheist and Human Secularist friends. I never encountered any

such a problems prior either in or out of university settings before I took,

Professor Tilly’s historiography class last semester. All one needs to do is to view a few

of the copy written works written by Charles and Louise Tilly to clearly see their

seemingly clear distaste for religion in general. In one such work that I ironically read for

another class there were quotes from Mr. and Mrs. Tilly, on religion. It went something

like this: ‘religion must be destroyed because it is the opiate of the people and also it

impedes Marxist-Communist Revolutions.’ I also allege that Professor Tilly does not have

the historical background and/or knowledge necessary for grading pre-Revolutionary

Theological Orthodox Christian Historical sources to enable her to grade my

historiography paper on Empress Aleksandra from the, Fall 1998 semester.

I am a member of the Int’l Romanov Society. The Orthodox Christian Church is

prepared to support my case against Ms. Tilly. Various Church members and even

Archbishop have seen Professor Tilly’s comments on my paper. They also have seen the

manner in which Professor Tilly revised my Orthodox Christian Theological sources

which were in quotes in my paper. The Church will be my witness against Ms. Tilly at

this hearing that I am now requesting! To me, what Professor Tilly has done even worse

than pure plagiarism! I have a copy of the paper here.

Almost all her corrections are either “crossing directly through my religious references to

God/religion”, and/or revising the meaning of my theological sources entirely. This is not

acceptable behavior from a New School Professor. As for Professor Tilly’s own

complaints about the “formatting” of the paper. Ms.Tilly readily admits to having lost my

original paper. I therefore had to give her a rough draft of an old paper from last

semester. Luckily I had left after I had a hard disk crash left year.

Therefore is Professor Tilly is displeased with my formatting, it is her own fault since she

admits to printing this rough draft from an e-mail attachment herself! I have proof here. I

also have a note here from Ms. Louise Tilly indicating that she would be happy to allow

me to “revise” the paper. However, the Orthodox Christian Church and I both agree that

the substance of the paper should remain as is. It is important for Historians to

understand whereby Orthodox Christians understand and conduct “historiography.”

I took the Cultural approach to historiography that President of the American Historical

Association took, Lynn Hunt, in the book that I read for Ms. Tilly’s class entitled,

“Telling the Truth about History.” (I have a copy Professor Tilly’s syllabus). As for my

more serious complaint against Professor Plotke. On April 22,1999 Professor Plotke and

I had a meeting to discuss my future at the New School. David Plotke has barred my

registering for: Fall 1999, summer 1999 classes, and also any future studies at the New

School.

I still am told by Dean McIntyre that Jill Starr is absolutely forbidden to so much as take

one class now or in the future at the New School for Social Research, even, if I personally

pay for a class with my own cash! The New School has ads in both NYC Newspapers,

and also Subways in NYC for students. Hence, I find it exceedingly discriminatory that

Jill Starr is being told that she has not has human right to register for summer classes or

any other classes at the New School University.

Back to David Plotke now: On April 22, 1999 at approximately 5-5:30pm, Professor

David Plotke called me into his office and told me that I was no longer a student at the

New School! I had no prior oral or written warning before David Plotke told me that I

was no longer a New School student in his very emotionally abusive manner!

Furthermore, I, Jill Starr, never once broke any New School rule or regulation as Dean

McIntyre’s May 29th 1999 letter confirms. In this letter May 29, 1999 (I will send you the

copies of it) Dean McIntyre states that he and the New School Graduate Faculty all

“met”, and collectively decided to strangle and condemn to “death”, Jill Starr’s future

studies at the New School for Social Research. Also, Professor and Chair of Political

Science David Plokte used a “non-verbal” fighting word.

I allege Mr. David Plotke came towards me in his office with a small camping knife/file

on that same date and time Moreover, David Plotke on that date tried to “BRIBE ME”

into accepting his so called “deal”. In David Plotke’s “deal”, he tried to verbally coerce

me to accept this following “bribe” (I am truthful and it was a BRIBE!): David Plotke’s

“bribery story” goes like this: ‘I David Plotke am willing to offer you (Jill Starr), a

deal/BRIBE… since you are no longer welcomed to take classes at the New School....you

can accept that your future studies and any hopes for entering into the Ph.D. program are

through…and Jill, if you agree to not cause me any problems (like filing complaints

against David Plotke he meant to say).and you (Me) take this bribe nicely, then I, David

Plotke, will read over your MA Thesis and allow you to one day graduate.’ I REFUSED

TO ACCEPT DAVID’S BRIBERY! He got angry and told me to get out of his office. I

went directly to the Office of Student Affairs and then I filed a formal complaint in my

own hand writing (I have a copy here and it will be mailed to you certified next Tuesday

after Labor Day).

David Plotke is unsure as to whether my voice activated “mike was on” at the time since

David also said basically, ‘Either, ‘Jill Starr accepts my deal and she does not register for

Fall l999 classes at the New School OR, she never Graduates at all.” This is illegal

behavior that David Plotke took part in, never mind it being 100% underhanded and also

unethical!

Now let me explain some of my complaint against Eliza Nicholas: Eliza Nicholas is

woman whom I have a clear open and shut case against! I will prove to the world if

necessary that on March 30 1999 when I met with Eliza, she was only acting as David

Plotke’s, “hatchet woman” (David did not want to do the toss Jill Starr out of the New

School “dirty work himself, obviously we know why.

So Eliza Nicholas attempted to verbally abuse me into, and in the process of such abuse,

Eliza proceeded to clearly “lie” to me (a student at the New School at the time), about

New School student regulations which is a VERY, serious offence. (I am sure that you all

would agree). Eliza Nicholas on March 30 1999 told me that I had no “choice”. She told

me that Jill Starr MUST, take an, “indefinite leave of absence from the New School in

the Fall 1999 semester.” I refused to do this! I STILL REFUSE TO DO IT!

My doctor thinks that my attending the New School is the best thingfor helping my

emotional well being (minus any abusive discriminatory harassment from any New School

Officials)! Now Eliza told me that after I took this “indefinite leave of absence” in the Fall

of 1999, that “you (Jill) cannot come back to the New School as a student ‘Jill IS

EVALUATED BY NEW SCHOOL PSCCHIATRISTS!” Eliza also told me,’YOU MUST

CHANGE YOU MEDICATIONS JILL— BEFORE YOU RETURN TO THE NEW

SCHOOL!’ My doctor called Professor Adamantia Pollis about this incident and I am

sure that Addie will fill you all in on the discourse between herself, and my doctor about

the Eliza incident!’ My doctor fully is against this inhumane treatment directed against

me by New School Professors and Officials! I have become exceedingly depressed with

suicidal feeling (and increased anxiety) because of the manner in which the New School

has treated my complaints! This has impaired most of my daily functions, including

writing my paper this Summer for Addie Pollis! My doctor says it is absolutely absurd

that Eliza demand from me (she has no authority to tell me that I am no longer a student!

And as far as David Plotke goes, David can only bar me from future studies WITH THE

PROVOST’S Permission (see page 63 student handbook) And this is a power that only

the New School, PROVOST has that David Plotke took into his own hands by

DISMISSING ME, A STUDENT ON THE SPOT on April 22, 1999!

Prof. Plotke took matters into his own hands (the law into his own hands it seems when

he in an extremely criminal manner to told me, Jill Starr, that I should leave the school 4

-ever. Eliza also demanded that I take an immediate leave of beginning this Fall 1999.

BUIT NOW: Dean McIntyre and Eliza (see letters to come via certified mail), that Jill

Starr am, thrown out of the the New School Completely! This is criminal behavior and

nothing more! Even my doctor states that the Fall 1999 semester is almost half a year

away! She thought that I need time off this summer perhaps! I get it anyway it seems!

Then we have the grave matter of Eliza Nicholas VIOLATING MY FEDERAL HUMAN

RIGHTS (US LAW)! She violated the patient - client federal confidentiality law when

Eliza Nicolas, after I told her that in NO MANNER WOULD I ALLOW HER TO CALL

MY DOCTOR WITHOUT MY WRITTEN CONSENT, she did it anyway! She called Dr.

Charlotte Piuck and without my legal written consent to attempt to get my doctor to tell

her, that “I was dangerous”. I allege that she committed this illegal and mindless Action

only for the purpose of Eliza 1) trying to assist David Plotke throw me out of the New

School in an emotionally abusive manner, and 2) to protect her own job because I also

accused her of violating my “CIVIL RIGHTS”!

This is entirely inappropriate behavior for New School Graduate Faculty Members to

engage in! Then I have Dean McIntyre’s letters (this is what this is a response to). I allege

that Linda Reimer lied in those letter as did Dean McIntyre. Either this, or, they do not

have proper information or memories. Also there is the grave issue of Nancy Shealy e-

mailing me to inform that “David will be away until August 1999 so not to come to meet

with him on April 22 1999.”! I complained against Nancy Shealy also (I have copies!)

Since Addie Pollis e-mailed me (I have copies), saying that she will have no choice but to”

support the New School” in their Criminally Abusive Civil Right Violations against me.

By the way Addie, I hope that you change you mind now after you know the FULL

TRUTH!) ..........I now allege, that Professor Pollis has rejected at least FOUR, 10-15

page term papers I submitted to her this semester as rough drafts for my completing her

course requirement for the, Politics of Development. It is quite clear at this point (I have

seen this before many a time over) that New School Officials are impeding my completing

Addie Pollis’a class. How? They are pressuring Addie Pollis I allege and am ready to

prove, not to allow me to “pass her class”. Illegal, yes, but it happens all the time!

Furthermore, Addie Pollis is a professor I have always greatly admired. Admantia Pollis

and I never prior, had any problems about her “understanding my topics/papers.” In fact,

Addie Pollis IS, the ONLY Professor that I can still “somewhat respect” at the New

School now. From my first semester at the New School, Addie Pollis came to me and

asked me “WHEREFORE MY WRITING WAS SO FRAGMENTED”. (I have an

attention deficit disorder, which worsens with stress)! Addie and only Anthony Pereira

have attempted to accommodate my disability! David Plotke “said it is not up for

discussion on April 22 1999 when he through me out of the New School!” Gee, thanks

David (for nothing that is)!

In fact Addie Pollis, she has up to now always assisted me because she knows that Jill

Starr has been on permanent disability for about 9 years (SOCIAL SECURITY). Anthony

Pereira was another very good professor.

I took his class Military State and Society (A PRO-SEMINAR DAVID!) in my Fall 1997

semester at the New School. I was told by BOTH 1) David Plotke, and 2) JIM NOLT,

that later this class could perhaps be used as a pro-seminar.

There are the other 3 credits David Plotke you claim that impede
my graduation! Most every one of the University Officials whom I have filed official

complaints against for they’re abusive discriminatory harassment against me should not,

and this goes double for the case of Ms. Eliza Nichols who has a direct conflict of interest

in my case since I have filed a formal complaint against her. Professor David Plotke

suspended me from the New School and also any future studies on April 22, 1999 in an

emotionally and threatening manner with no prior notice! (SEE PAGE 63 STUDENT

HANDBOOK ON THE PROVOST HOLDING THATEXECUTIVE POWER PROF.

PLOTKE. Any questions? Good.

Please start investigations leading to a hearing in reference to my complaints right away.

As for Ms. Louise Tilly who contrary to what Linda Reimer stated in her letter (see cc: to

Dean McIntyre dated May 29 1999) I never met with Miss Tilly to resolve my “complaint

informally.” Lies and more *amned lies! I never had a 2.2 GPA and when I came to the

New School my GPA was 3.57 from previous school! Not as Dean McIntyre says it is

now, a 2.2!

I not only allege that Ms. Tilly discriminated against me on 1) religiousgrounds,2)-I

petition for a grade change, and 3) I still allege she has not the knowledge to grade a

paper using pre-Revolutionary Russia Theological sources! I want a formal hearing

about my complaints against: David, Louise, Shealy, Nicholas, and now I am bordering

on suing the school in general!

Respectfully Submitted,

Jill L Starr

PS: I WANT TO REGISTER FOR CLASSES ON TUESDAY THIS WEEK.

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lpcyu wrote:
Office for Civil Rights & US Dept. of Education (District II / NY)
Mr. John Carroll
75 Park Place
New York, NY 10007

Jill L Starr
PO BOX 635
Newfoundland NJ 07435

Re: Civil Rights Case# 02-99-2132
Dear Mr. Carroll,
I am writing you concerning a matter of grave and immanent importance regarding my

Appeal on Civil Rights Case #02-99-2132.
As you may be aware, I was granted an extension of time by the New School for Social

Research to satisfy the incomplete grade in the course entitled Political Development

taught by Professor Adamantia Pollis which I was forced to accept an incomplete grade

in last Spring 1999. The extension granted to me gives me until mid-May 2000 to

complete the paper which is the principle requirement for this course.
In order to complete this paper I need to consult with Professor Pollis, and also have

access to the New School University Library which has been denied me in spite of

repeated requests to allow me access to this and other necessary New School facilities.
It may be of further interest to note, that I am currently on a medical leave of absence

from the University that I currency attend. Hence, I wish to seek a further extension of

the deadline for completion of this course.
I have attempted to contact all of the administrators of the New School for Social

Research involved in my Civil Rights Case# 02-99-2132 including Nancy Shealy (Political

Science Dept. Secretary) who has repeatedly hung up on my telephone calls on all

occasions to the school which have all been without success.
Furthermore, the New School administration had assured me that I would be granted

access to necessary library and other facilities if I contacted the New School VP of

Student Affairs Ms. Linda Reimer who would arrange for security guards to accompany

me.
Needless to say this has caused me to suffer grave emotional consequences. VP Linda

Reimer has persistantly refused for the last six months to honour this and other New

School agreements concerning the aforementioned.
If the New School persists in this refusal to honor its own agreements, I think it is only

fair that they should immediately grant me a monetary refund for the tuition I paid for

Professor Pollis’s Political Development course ASAP.
I can supply strong evidence to support these assertions and I would appreciate your

earliest attention to this matter. Thanking you in advance for your gracious help. I

remain

Respectfully Yours,

Miss Jill Louise Starr
(973) 208-8372
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Friday, April 24, 2009
Vladyko Theodore Grrew Up in Tsar Nicholas Palace Old Russia



His grave site is here in West Milford and I try to visit his grave often as possible.

In Orthodox Christian Churches worldwide, it is well documented that many years ago when president of Peugeot Oil Company in France was still alive; he wrote his will. After passing away, in his will he designated Vladyko Theodore that you see in the photo above, to undertake his funeral services. This was when Vladyko Theodore was a much younger man; my story can be verified.

Vladyko Theodore who was not in France at the time of his death, came thereto as wishes in the will revealed. There were several close relatives and friends at the funeral services witnessesing this, then.

Vladyko Theodore as I am told walked into a room where the dead man laid closing the door.

After about an hour of praying in the room alone, Vladyko Theodore walked out with the formerly dead president of the aforementioned oil company alive (the man walked out with VLadyko Theodore ALLIVE, in other words).

The variant persons waiting outside the door claim to have seen an ’uncreated light’ emanating from the room in which Vladyko Theodore prayed with the dead man; from whence the light emerged it is unknown.

This is only one of the many miracles Vladyko Theodore is known for.

Before Romanov family in Russia was executed by the Bolshevik’s, Empress Alexandra gave to Vladyko Theodore (+), the beard of Saint Seraphum of Sarov.

It was in his possession until he passed it onto a monastic order of monks in Texas in the United States before the year 2000.

Moreover, we here in West Milford, NJ had an Orthodox Christian priest join us from England. His name was, Father Alban; he recently passed on.

He had worked for England’s police force; he had his leg/s amputated (I don’t remember now if both were amputated or merely one).

Notwithstanding, before he came to stay at the Holy Name Abbey in West Milford NJ where I attend church, he was scheduled in England for surgery; he had prostate cancer. The evening prior to his surgery, he claims Vladyko Theodore (who had long since passed away) came to him in a vision telling him his cancer would be cured, but he would have to pray harder for God to cure his Kisney damage (I am unsure what this meant-pray harder) but this is whereby he explained to me his story.

The next morning he went to the hosptial in England where he was scheduled for cancer surgery. Upon entering the hospital, he asked the doctors to re-examine him to see if he still had prostate cancer; the doctors replied ”this is ridiculous, of course you still have cancer...”

After strongly insisting, the doctor’s re-examined him and they were astounded to discover his cancer was truely gone.


More true stories about my former spiritual father soon.

Louise Tilly at the New School for Social Research in Manhattan, failed me in my required class ”historiography” doing all she could to forbid me in writing my paper on the subject of Russian royalty, God and/or Vladyko Theodore (she herself was a self proclaimed feminine Marxist).

She could NEVER have herself, found these amazing historical facts on the Russian Romanov family from other primary sources than myself really becuse most have died. You’d think she’d be interested in the subject; not so!

I am one of the only American women ever possessing historical primary resources on the Romanov family from Vladyo Theodore and also from my lady friend whose father was for a short time before he was assasinated, the King of Serbia.

Liljana Piper is a former Serbian Duchess and her and her family used to live at the Holy Name Abbey in West Milford for about 25 years. They recently returned to Serbia after becomming American citizens.

I am very sad because Liljana has cancer now and is very ill. I always wanted to see her again; she is like a mother to me. I don’t have funds to visit her in Beograd.

She married Serbia’s most famous football / soccer player, Branko Piper who is in the World ALmanac for managing to keep the same soccer position for the longest time of anyone in the world.

I met a man whose nickname was, ”LaAstBaron” when I used to go on the Prodigy chatrooms.

He was a Hungarian Baron; last in his line of sucession he informed me. He now works in diplomatic capacity at a Hungarian Embassy in the Consul section. I have not spoken with him in many years.

He came to visit with me when I lived in Newfoundland NJ off Route 23 Nrth by Oak Ridge Road. He was engaged to a Serbian woman at the time.

He came to visit for the purpose of my introducing him to my freind Liljana Piper (her maiden name was Voyonivoc-I cannot spell it correctly now please forgive me).

They wanted to meet and discuss the ousting of the monarchy in their respective countries and also chat about the rich history shared between their two respective countries (Hungary and Yugoslavia).

It was like Camelot.

You should have been there when the Hungarian Baron knelt before Liljana, kissing her hand and both of them after so many years of tensions between Hungary and Yugoslavia resolved so many differences and became friends.

I am hnoored to have been a part of that meeting.

’Last Baron’ I meant. Sorry I mispelled.

He lived in Staten Island; this is a fe verifiable verity.
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Re: Civil Rights Case# 02-99-2132

Office for Civil Rights & US Dept. of Education (District II / NY)
Mr. John Carroll
75 Park Place
New York, NY 10007

Jill L Starr
PO BOX 635
Newfoundland NJ 07435

Re: Civil Rights Case# 02-99-2132

Dear Mr. Carroll,
I am writing you concerning a matter of grave and immanent importance regarding my Appeal on Civil Rights Case #02-99-2132.
As you may be aware, I was granted an extension of time by the New School for Social Research to satisfy the incomplete grade in the course entitled Political Development taught by Professor Adamantia Pollis which I was forced to accept an incomplete grade in last Spring 1999. The extension granted to me gives me until mid-May 2000 to complete the paper which is the principle requirement for this course.

In order to complete this paper I need to consult with Professor Pollis, and also have access to the New School University Library which has been denied me in spite of repeated requests to allow me access to this and other necessary New School facilities.
It may be of further interest to note, that I am currently on a medical leave of absence from the University that I currency attend. Hence, I wish to seek a further extension of the deadline for completion of this course.

I have attempted to contact all of the administrators of the New School for Social Research involved in my Civil Rights Case# 02-99-2132 including Nancy Shealy (Political Science Dept. Secretary) who has repeatedly hung up on my telephone calls on all occasions to the school which have all been without success.
Furthermore, the New School administration had assured me that I would be granted access to necessary library and other facilities if I contacted the New School VP of Student Affairs Ms. Linda Reimer who would arrange for security guards to accompany me.
Needless to say this has caused me to suffer grave emotional consequences. VP Linda Reimer has persistantly refused for the last six months to honor this and other New School agreements concerning the aforementioned.

If the New School persists in this refusal to honor its own agreements, I think it is only fair that they should immediately grant me a monetary refund for the tuition I paid for Professor Pollis’s Political Development course ASAP.
I can supply strong evidence to support these assertions and I would appreciate your earliest attention to this matter. Thanking you in advance for your gracious help. I remain

Respectfully Yours,

Miss Jill Louise Starr
(973) 208-8372
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Dear Provost of NEW SCHOOL FOR SOCIAL RESEARCH JONATHON FANTON[ NEW YORK CITY 212-229-5777]:

This is my original letter pleading to complete my education to pay off my student loans; I defaulted having my social security garnished now


Dear Provost of NEW SCHOOL FOR SOCIAL RESEARCH JONATHON FANTON[ NEW YORK CITY 212...]:

I am requesting a formal hearing by the New School University Wide Committee on Harassment. I have filed numerous and grave discriminatory harassment complaints against certain New School Graduate Faculty Officials as well as professors. My complaints have not been appropriately dealt with or resolved in either an honest or a moral manner by New School Graduate Faculty members as far as I am concerned. Furthermore, Eliza Nichols, the very first person against whom I filed an initial complaint against for her emotionally abusive behavior directed at me on March 30th, 1999, (as Dean McIntyre is well aware of), is in a DIRECT “conflict of interest” when it comes to dealing with any other complaints that I may have filed. She should neither be meddling nor partaking in my legal New School complaint mediation process, unless, it concerns the complaint that I filed against her. I am a State of NJ Certified Court Mediator so I familiar with these issues. Eliza presumably is one of

the few persons who Dean McIntyre seems to be dealing with (see the CC on his

letters, which bar me from future studies at the New School, dated May 29 1999).

I allege that certain New School Graduate Faculty Department Officials have been impeding, and with malicious intent, my:

graduating from the New School for Social Research which was supposed to take place this past week.
Registering for any class given at the New School Universityregardless of either a) the division, or b) even if I have the cold cash to pay for classes by myself. This is explicit and direct, Discriminatory Harassment! These are VERY serious Civil Right violations that have been committed directly against me by many New School Graduate Faculty Members and I want them seriously investigated. I further allege:
Professor Louise Tilly gave me a bad grade of a C- last semester
Fall 1998) due to her discriminating against me for my strong belief in

God. I allege Professor Tilly clearly disdains my Orthodox

Christian Faith. Her assistant professor was an atheist man from Iran. I have both Atheist and Human Secularist friends. I never encountered any

such a problems prior either in or out of university settings before I took,

Professor Tilly’s historiography class last semester. All one needs to do is to view a few of the copy written works written by Charles and Louise Tilly to clearly see their seemingly clear distaste for religion in general. In one such work that I ironically read for another class there were quotes from Mr. and Mrs. Tilly, on religion. It went something like this: ‘religion must be destroyed because it is the opiate of the people and also it impedes Marxist-Communist Revolutions.’ I also allege that Professor Tilly does not have the historical background and/or knowledge necessary for grading pre-Revolutionary Theological Orthodox Christian Historical sources to enable her to grade my historiography paper on Empress Aleksandra from the, Fall 1998 semester.

I am a member of the Int’l Romanov Society. The Orthodox Christian Church is prepared to support my case against Ms. Tilly. Various Church members and even Archbishop have seen Professor Tilly’s comments on my paper. They also have seen the manner in which Professor Tilly revised my Orthodox Christian Theological

sources which were in quotes in my paper. The Church will be my witness

against Ms. Tilly at this hearing that I am now requesting! To me, what

Professor Tilly has done even worse than pure plagiarism! I have a copy

of the paper here. Almost all her corrections are either “crossing directly

through my religious references to God/religion”, and/or revising the meaning of my theological sources entirely. This is not acceptable behavior from a New School Professor. As for Professor Tilly’s own complaints about the “formatting” of the paper. Ms.Tilly readily admits to having lost my original paper. I therefore had to give her a rough draft of an old paper from last semester. Luckily I had left after I had a hard disk crash left year.

Therefore is Professor Tilly is displeased with my formatting, it is her own fault since she admits to printing this rough draft from an e-mail attachment herself! I have proof here. I also have a note here from Ms. Louise Tilly indicating that she would be happy to allow me to “revise” the paper. However, the Orthodox Christian Church and I both agree that the substance of the paper should remain as is. It is important for Historians to understand whereby Orthodox Christians understand and conduct “historiography.” I took the Cultural approach to historiography that President of the American Historical Association took, Lynn Hunt, in the book that I read for Ms. Tilly’s class entitled, “Telling the Truth about History.” (I have a copy Professor Tilly’s syllabus)

As for my more serious complaint against Professor Plotke. On

April 22,1999 Professor Plotke and I had a meeting to discuss my future

at the New School. David Plotke has barred my registering for: Fall 1999,

summer 1999 classes, and also any future studies at the New School. I still

am told by Dean McIntyre that Jill Starr is absolutely forbidden to so

much as take one class now or in the future at the New School for Social

Research, even, if I personally pay for a class with my own cash!

The New School has ads in both NYC Newspapers, and also Subways in NYC for students. Hence, I find it exceedingly discriminatory that Jill Starr is being told that she has not has human right to register for summer classes or any other classes at the New School University.

Back to David Plotke now: On April 22, 1999 at approximately 5-5:30pm, Professor David Plotke called me into his office and told me that I was no longer a student at the New School! I had no prior oral or written warning before David Plotke told me that I was no longer a New School student in his very emotionally abusive manner! Furthermore, I, Jill Starr, never once broke any New School rule or regulation as Dean McIntyre’s May 29th 1999 letter confirms. In this letter May 29, 1999 (I will send you the copies of it) Dean McIntyre states that he and the New School Graduate Faculty all “met”, and collectively decided to strangle and condemn to “death”, Jill Starr’s future studies at the New School for Social Research. Also, Professor and Chair of Political Science David Plokte used a “non-verbal” fighting word. I allege Mr. David Plotke came towards me in his office with a small camping knife/file on that same date and time Moreover, David Plotke on that date tried to “BRIBE ME” into accepting his so called “deal”. In David Plotke’s “deal”, he tried to verbally coerce me to accept this following “bribe” (I am truthful and it was a BRIBE!): David Plotke’s “bribery story” goes like this: ‘I David Plotke am willing to offer you (Jill Starr), a deal/BRIBE… since you are no longer welcomed to take classes at the New School....you can accept that your future studies and any hopes for entering into the Ph.D. program are through…and Jill, if you agree to not cause me any problems (like filing complaints against David Plotke he meant to say).and you (Me) take this bribe nicely, then I, David Plotke, will read over your MA Thesis and allow you to one day graduate.’ I REFUSED TO ACCEPT DAVID’S BRIBERY! He got angry and told me to get out of his office. I went directly to the Office of Student Affairs and then I filed a formal complaint in my own hand writing (I have a copy here and it will be mailed to you certified next Tuesday after Labor Day). David Plotke is unsure as to whether my voice activated “mike was on” at the time since David also said basically, ‘Either, ‘Jill Starr accepts my deal and she

does not register for Fall l999 classes at the New School OR, she never

Graduates at all.” This is illegal behavior that David Plotke took

part in, never mind it being 100% underhanded and also unethical!

Now let me explain some of my complaint against Eliza Nicholas: Eliza Nicholas is woman whom I have a clear open and shut case against! I will prove to the world if necessary that on March 30 1999 when I met with Eliza, she was only acting as David Plotke’s, “hatchet woman” (David did not want to do the toss Jill Starr out of the New School “dirty work himself, obviously we know why. So Eliza Nicholas attempted to verbally abuse me into, and in the process of such abuse, Eliza proceeded to clearly “lie” to me (a student at the New School at the time), about New School student regulations which is a VERY, serious offence. (I am sure that you all would agree). Eliza Nicholas on March 30 1999 told me that I had no “choice”. She told me that Jill Starr MUST, take an, “indefinite leave of absence from the New School in the Fall 1999 semester.” I refused to do this! I STILL REFUSE TO DO IT!

My doctor thinks that my attending the New School is the best thingfor helping my emotional well being (minus any abusive discriminatory

harassment from any New School Officials)! Now Eliza told me that after I took this “indefinite leave of absence” in the Fall of 1999, that “you (Jill) cannot come back to the New School as a student ‘Jill IS EVALUATED BY NEW SCHOOL PSCCHIATRISTS!” Eliza also told me,’YOU MUST CHANGE YOU MEDICATIONS JILL— BEFORE YOU RETURN TO THE NEW SCHOOL!’ My doctor called Professor Adamantia Pollis about this incident and I am sure that Addie will fill you all in on the discourse between herself, and my doctor about the Eliza incident!’ My doctor fully is against this inhumane treatment directed against me by New School Professors and Officials! I have become exceedingly depressed with suicidal feeling (and increased anxiety) because of the manner in which the New School has treated my complaints! This has impaired most of my daily functions, including writing my paper this Summer for Addie Pollis! My doctor says it is absolutely absurd that Eliza demand from me (she has no authority to tell me that I am no longer a student! And as far as David Plotke goes, David can only bar me from future studies WITH THE PROVOST’S Permission (see page 63 student handbook) And this is a power that only the New School, PROVOST has that David Plotke took into his own hands by DISMISSING ME, A STUDENT ON THE SPOT on April 22, 1999! Prof. Plotke took matters into his own hands (the law into his own hands it seems when he in an extremely criminal manner to told me, Jill Starr, that I should leave the school 4-ever. Eliza also demanded that I take an immediate leave of beginning this Fall 1999. BUIT NOW: Dean McIntyre and Eliza (see letters to come via certified mail), that Jill Starr am, thrown out of the the New School Completely! This is criminal behavior and nothing more! Even my doctor states that the Fall 1999 semester is almost half a year away! She thought that I need time off this summer perhaps! I get it anyway it seems!

Then we have the grave matter of Eliza Nicholas VIOLATING MY FEDERAL HUMAN RIGHTS (US LAW)! She violated the patient - client federal confidentiality law when Eliza Nicolas, after I told her that in NO MANNER WOULD I ALLOW HER TO CALL MY DOCTOR WITHOUT MY WRITTEN CONSENT, she did it anyway! She called Dr. Charlotte Piuck and without my legal written consent to attempt to get my doctor to tell her, that “I was dangerous”. I allege that she committed this illegal and mindless Action only for the purpose of Eliza 1) trying to assist David Plotke throw me out of the New School in an emotionally abusive manner, and 2) to protect her own job because I also accused her of violating my “CIVIL RIGHTS”!

This is entirely inappropriate behavior for New School Graduate Faculty

Members to engage in! Then I have Dean McIntyre’s letters (this is

what this is a response to). I allege that Linda Reimer lied in those letter

as did Dean McIntyre. Either this, or, they do not have proper information

or memories. Also there is the grave issue of Nancy Shealy e-mailing me

to inform that “David will be away until August 1999 so not to come to

meet with him on April 22 1999.”! I complained against Nancy Shealy also

(I have copies!)Since Addie Pollis e-mailed me (I have copies),

saying that she will have no choice but to” support the New School”

in their Criminally Abusive Civil Right Violations against me..—–

—>By the way Addie, I hope that you change you mind now after you know

the FULL TRUTH!) ..........I now allege, that Professor Pollis has

rejected at least FOUR, 10-15 page term papers I submitted to her this semester as rough drafts for my completing her course requirement for the , Politics of Development. It is quite clear at this point (I have seen this before many a time over) that New School Officials are impeding my completing Addie Pollis’a class. How? They are pressuring Addie Pollis I allege and am ready to prove, not to allow me to “pass her class”. Illegal, yes, but it happens all the time!

Furthermore, Addie Pollis is a professor I have always greatly admired. Admantia Pollis and I never prior, had any problems about her “understanding my topics/papers.” In fact, Addie Pollis IS, the ONLY Professor

that I can still “somewhat respect” at the New School now. From my first

semester at the New School, Addie Pollis came to me and asked me “WHEREFORE

MY WRITING WAS SO FRAGMENTED”. (I have an attention deficit disorder, which worsens with stress)! Addie and only Anthony Pereira have attempted to accommodate my disability! David Plotke “said it is not up for discussion on April 22 1999 when he through me out of the New School!” Gee, thanks David (for nothing that is)!

In fact Addie Pollis, she has up to now always assisted me because

she knows that Jill Starr has been on permanent disability for about 9

years (SOCIAL SECURITY). Anthony Pereira was another very good professor.

I took his class Military State and Society (A PRO-SEMINAR DAVID!) in my

Fall 1997 semester at the New School. I was told by BOTH 1) David Plotke,

and 2) JIM NOLT, that later this class could perhaps be used as a pro-seminar.

There are the other 3 credits David Plotke you claim that impede

my graduation! Most every one of the University Officials whom I have filed official complaints against for they’re abusive discriminatory harassment against me should not, and this goes double for the case of Ms. Eliza Nichols who has a direct conflict of interest in my case since I have filed a formal complaint against her. Professor David Plotke suspended me from the New School and also any future studies on April 22, 1999 in an emotionally and threatening manner with no prior notice! (SEE PAGE 63 STUDENT HANDBOOK ON THE PROVOST HOLDING THATEXECUTIVE POWER PROF. PLOTKE. Any questions? Good. Please start investigations leading to a hearing in reference to my complaints right away. As for Ms. Louise Tilly who contrary to what Linda Reimer stated in her letter (see cc: to Dean McIntyre dated May 29 1999) I never met with Miss Tilly to resolve my “complaint informally.” Lies and more *amned lies! I never had a 2.2 GPA and when I came to the New School my GPA was 3.57 from previous school! Not as Dean McIntyre says it is now, a 2.2!

I not only allege that Ms. Tilly discriminated against me on 1) religiousgrounds,2)-I petition for a grade change, and 3) I still allege she has not the knowledge to grade a paper using pre-Revolutionary Russia Theological sources! I want a formal hearing about my complaints against: David, Louise, Shealy, Nicholas, and now I am bordering on suing the school in general!

Respectfully Submitted,

Jill L Starr

PS: I WANT TO REGISTER FOR CLASSES ON TUESDAY THIS WEEK.

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Professor Louise Tilly Formerly at the New School for Social Research in Manhattan Discriminated Against my Religious Convictions Refusing to Let Me Write a Historiography Paper on Tsarina Alexandra of Russia

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CIVIL RIGHTS CASE# 02-99-2132

That is right folks! Not only has David Plotke thrown me, Jill Starr, a permantanly disbaled student out oft he New School’s Graduate faculty Dept. of Political Science without any prior written / or oral notice on April 22 1999 for harboring “Anti-NATO views” HE DID IT AT KNIFEPOINT!! He had his swiss army knife pointed right at me as he tried to bribe me into leaving the NSSR! When I told him that “I do not accept bribery” he came at me with his pointed KNIFE”!

Louise Tilly failed me in a required class (c-) and PLotke said that my religious discrimination was “NOT UP FOR DISCUSSION”! Plotke also told me “YOU PERMANANT DISBAILITIES ARE NOT UP FOR DISCUSSION”! And I am both permanantly physically and emotionally discabled, although I managed to obtain both nationaland int’l honors before PLOTKE TOSSED ME OUT OF SCHOOL!

COME SEE AND READ ALL ABOUT MY LANDMARK CIVIL RIGHTS CASE NOW—>http://members.tripod.com/Thaissa/first.htm

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religious discrimination? still happens in the free world?? Amazing!
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Unfortunately, it does still happen John.
All government’s retain some measure of control over the basics in their respective countries; one way or another.
This is whereby governments retain their power right (?)

101 political science.

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#I don't think that Radovan Karadzic or Ratko Mladic are war criminals at all. I invite everyone to view some of the evidence in my possession about it at my blog site. I think it is easily proven that the CIA and Richard Holbrook are the Balkan War culprits.
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#What It’s Like to Chill with the Most Ruthless Men in the World
Ratko Mladic and Radovan Karadzic:
Confessions of a Female War Crimes Investigator


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 naïve 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 member 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 man 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 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. 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 advisor 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, and fun to just hang-out with and work. The three of us became extremely close friends and confidants. 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.

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. 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.

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 his absence, perhaps if I were with him, he covertly could gain access this closed NATO meeting; no dice. Upon entering the room, immediately some important looking man called him over and diplomatically informed him that “Serbia was not invited.” Darko pointed to me explaining that he was with the American lady but he was asked politely to leave; I followed him out the door embarrassed.

The following year was mundane. Filled with activities like shuttling back and forth to FDU for graduate school, fund raising for the Law Projects Center and co-authoring two book with Darko. The fateful day of 9/11 and the attacks by Al-Qaeda on the World Trade Center Towers in New York City changed my venue forever. Post 9/11 Darko became a man on a personal mission seemingly unrelated to the Bosnian mission itself.
He told me it was the utmost importance to publicize the alleged fact that the head ambassador of the Bosnian mission was in his estimation involved with Al-Qaeda. Darko had a seemingly ton of secret documentary evidence emanating from the ministry of internal affairs in Belgrade and Bosnia seeming true bolstering his allegations in my eyes then.

Asking me to fervently work on editing a book on which topic was meant for exposing the head ambassador of the Bosnian mission at that time; I acceded. The publication was later published by the Repubika Srpska information agency in Bosnia. The Serbian government in the Republika Srpska in Bosnia then was seriously pressing Darko for a fast publication so we stayed up many nights over his apartment in Forest Hills, New York working to do so. The book was entitled, ”The Bosnia Model of Al-Qaeda Terrorism. It can probably still be found and read online. Last time I checked it was posted on the website: http://www.analyst-network.com/profile.php?user_id=240.

Darko always told me I possessed full rights to this and other publications we worked on together. Although I edited and co-authoring the Al-Qaeda work, a few years back I noticed Darko removed my name on the inner front cover page as editor replacing it with the name of a Serbian editor. When questioned about it Darko told me he kept my name from being published because of the death threats and dangers to my life that he himself encountered because of its publication. I do vividly remember Darko receiving a great many death threats and threats towards his wife at the time, Bojana, so it is possible he was telling me the truth.

Even prior completing our work on the Al-Qaeda book together Darko was obsessed with manifesting the Bosnian Chief ambassador at the time as a terrorist. At the time I had no reason to doubt Darko’s word and assisted him in rabidly writing an open letter to all the United Nations member state missions exposing him as such. I surmise this is when Darko’s job at the United Nations as First Secretary of the Bosnian mission became jeopardized.



Today I surmise Darko’s employment at the United Nations genuinely became compromised owing not only to the inter-ethnic conflicts existing between him and the head ambassador then, a proud Muslim man, but also owing to the fact he forged birth certificates to acquire his position in the first place later becoming a social fact from the interior ministry in Bosnia. It was an emotional shock when Darko informed me a by summer 2001 that he lost his job and he and Bojana had to immediately return to Belgrade to work out the matter in court. This was also a great emotional blow to me also owing to the fact that I always possessed a crush on Darko and he knew it. This was a social fact I never publicly admitted previously to writing this book. I once even asked Darko if he wanted to have an affair with me but he declined stating he would never be unfaithful to his beautiful wife, Bojana. This left me in an extreme morally uncomfortable position because Bojana was my best friend. I continually told myself being attracted to her husband Darko was a non-option. Working so closely with him on an almost daily basis however made my attraction to him difficult to overcome.

I was also engaged to Professor Arnold Stark at the time and wore the ten thousand diamond ring he bought me on my finger. Arnold became increasingly jealous of Darko in time and eventually forbid me to work with him altogether. Notwithstanding, I continued working with Darko against Arnold’s wishes. This coupled with my trip to Serbia and Montenegro in 2002 eventually led to my breakup with Professor Stark and after almost an entire decade, my relationship with Arnold never fully recovered.

Darko tried keeping his job in diplomatic capacity at he UN as long as possible but the bipolar friction and hate existing between himself and the chief ambassador at the mission proved too much. The chief ambassador in contact with the Bosnian government at the time in Sarajevo eventually had Darko dismissed as first secretary of the mission. To the best of my recollection Darko was no longer receiving a monthly salary from Sarajevo by spring or summer 2002 (approximately).



I often came visiting Darko and Bojana’s apartment in Manhattan then situated on a side street within walking distance from the UN to help them out financially by buying them inexpensive dinners and such in Manhattan and chauffeuring them around (they did not own a car for the majority of their stay in the States).

In July 2002 as I remember the three of us spent many memorable moments going to the beaches outside the city and just spending time talking etc.. At the time and owing to my being in graduate school at FDU, I had plenty of extra money to burn owing my taking the maximum GSL student loans totaling about twenty thousand dollars a semester. Then one day that summer Darko informed me he and Bojana were only awaiting the Bosnian government to wire them a sum of five thousand dollars to pay off their American bills, last month rent and they would make a hasty exit back to Belgrade permanently. I was emotionally crushed.

Desperate not to lose contact with Darko because of my personal feelings towards him, I told him my summer classes at FDU were about to end August 2002 and although the fall semester was about to begin, I wanted to visit him in Serbia as soon as possible. Soon for me meant as soon as I received a check from the United States government for the total of that semesters’ student loan money in the amount of about ten thousand dollars.

Darko, hesitant at first soon gave in to my constant petitions to visit him. The day I brought them both to JFK to return to Serbia permanently, Bojana whispered something in Darko’s ear as we hugged saying our goodbyes all three of trying to hold back tears of parting and Darko looking me in the eye said something to the effect, “Jill, don’t worry as soon as you can afford it call me and we’ll arrange your visit.” Darko never could stand to see me cry which on many occasion I did owing to the loss of my two children and other personal challenges in my life. They turned and boarded their plane to Belgrade as I drove back to New Jersey. Driving home I felt an odd combination of extreme sadness at the loss of my two best friends mixed with the cheerful prospect I would shortly be boarding a plane myself destined for Serbia and Montenegro by mid August 2002 when my student loan check arrived.
Upon arriving home I immediately began making all necessary arrangements for my forthcoming trip.

The day following Darko ‘s departure, I bought a great many prepaid phone cards for the purpose of calling him owing to both my missing him and also my primarily wanting to began making all necessary arrangements facilitating my forthcoming visit from JFK to Beograd. I had countless questions such as: how much money will I need, how will I obtain a VISA being an American citizen with all the US State Department warnings against US citizenry traveling to the region, etc., etc., etc.. I had already obtained a valid United States passport many years ago which I always carried with me. I’ve always held the strong opinion that having a valid passport with you at all times is just a good idea. It enables one the necessary freedom to go to the airport and catch a plane going anywhere at anytime.

Darko told me that I need not worry about all the complicated VISA requirements listed on Serbian government website required of other Americans that he would handle everything. I was told merely to bring with me about five thousand United States dollars in cash spending money and it was a done deal. I went to buy some new suitcases and clothes for my trip in Wayne, New Jersey during the first two weeks in August 2002 in preparation. Packing was always a problem for me as Darko can attest to owing to my medically diagnosed attention deficit disorder. I had a difficult time deciding what to bring, so I tried to bring everything I thought I needed. The day of my departure my suitcases weighed way over the weight limit restrictions indicated by the airline.

Getting to JFK for departure in mid August 2002 proved to be an almost insurmountable task in and of itself owing to my heavy luggage and everyone I asked to drop me at the airport that day had strongly held views against my going. Arnold Stark declined to bring me owing to his personal jealousies insofar as Darko and everyone else had one or another excuse rooted in the anti-American sentiment in Serbia at that time and danger involved.



Undeterred, I finally convinced Archbishop John LoBue, my priest and confessor at the Holy Name Orthodox Christian Church in West Milford, New Jersey to take me as far as the Port Authority in Manhattan; from there I took a bus to JFK managing myself.

Post 9/11, JFK was supposedly safe beyond reproach insofar as security; this proved untrue. I had not traveled outside America in many years so I was unfamiliar with the new travel restrictions on such items as nail scissors etc., being illegal to bring onboard flights and carried several very sharp ones right passed JFK security inspection inside my purse on board out of my own ignorance of new flight rules. It was not until I arrived on my stopover in Paris, France that I was boarding onto a JAT (Yugoslav Air Travel) flight for Belgrade that the security officer of JAT told me that he had to confiscate the aforementioned items owing to new security precautions implemented post 9/11.

I informed him upon boarding my initial flight at JFK in New York, the security guards at the gate allowed me to board my flight to Paris carrying them in my purse. The JAT security employee merely shook his head in amazement mentioning something insofar as his seriously questioning American security in general stating that Jugosalv Air Travel obviously took airline and passenger security much more seriously.

I loved flying JAT! Not only was I completely satisfied the flight from Paris to Belgrade was many times more secure since JAT searched boarding passengers more thoroughly than JFK, the hospitality, food and drink was excellent. I say this owing to my being a well seasoned traveler having previously visited places such as Indonesia, Thailand and Hong Kong, etc.. It was extremely laid back on the flight. People moved around switching seats and chatting with good friends and the food was the best! My favorite Serbian food and drink were served and all airline employees shoed me the highest level of hospitality. I was extremely pleased with the professionalism and service on JAT I later began an online blog about it on Yahoo360.



Upon my flight arriving in Beograd, all passengers left the plane in the usual manner except Serbian citizens were shuffled through customs quickly merely showing their passport. All others including myself were asked to relinquish their passports and told to wait an unspecified amount of time in a holding area at the airport. An airport security officer went around confiscating our passports afterward leaving us merely standing there not knowing what to expect next. No other announcements were made; I did the only thing possible I relinquished my passport to the Serbian custom official along with the other western Europeans and/or Americans (if there were any) which I surmised like myself were attempting to enter Serbia from countries that were NATO allies in the Kosovo war against Slobodan Milosevic in 1999. There must have been about twenty persons with me just waiting.

All types of nagging thoughts plagued me such as “perhaps my friends were correct that I ought not have taken this trip…was it really too dangerous to travel to Serbia with all the anti-American sentiment and what would happen if Serbian customs decided I was an American spy, kept my passport and I ended in some unknown jail and/or murdered….who would find me…what could I do about it etc., etc., etc..”

It seemed nearly an hour passed; me and the others were still standing there waiting. I didn’t want to seem scared or overly curious by asking either Serbian custom officials or anyone else waiting with me anything as to not cause unnecessary attention to myself. I also kept checking my watch wondering if Darko knew I was here waiting. I had hoped with his government connections he would at least inquire about my arrival since he told me he would pick me up. I drew comfort from the fact Darko was always very punctual picking up and bringing himself and others to airports. On numerous occasions I gave him and others rides to and from them. These and other thoughts plagued me when suddenly I heard a voice on the loud speaker call my name, Jill Starr, asking me to go to a customs area to claim my passport. I was the first person called so I don’t know what happened to the others standing there still waiting. I hurriedly went to obtain my passport and was told that I cleared; the guard pointed the direction for me to go claim my luggage. You have no idea what a relief that was!

I took in my new surroundings pleased that I made it into the country successfully. As a young child my father took me with him traveling the world when he was an active nuclear engineering consultant for Chas T Main, USAID and the IMF. I had been in Indonesia during the turmoil in East Timor so I was used to being in war zones surrounded by soldiers with guns. I was presently older, but still I found such travel extremely exciting more than dangerous and looked forward to enjoying the rest of my vacation with Darko and Bojana.

Making it to the baggage claim area successfully I was relieved seeing Darko standing their waiting for me. I was not fluent in Serbian and didn‘t want to publicize it by asking people questions in English manifesting I was American. I hurried to him giving him a large hug.

I was so glad to see Darko. I noticed upon my arrival at the Belgrade airport that there were many female police officers equipped with guns wearing short mini skirts and extremely high heels. I asked Darko how they apprehended criminals in such high heels and he replied smirking that they don’t have to run, they merely shot those not halting in the back and that stopped them.

Like a dream come true, there I was in Beograd Serbia against all odds and complaints from my friends. Darko helped me get my luggage to his friend’s vehicle telling me we could talk about everything I had to say later because we had to hurry. Darko‘s friend, a German man living in Serbia for years and an important military employee of the Serbian government in a grayish older large SUV vehicle with what seemed a special license plate was impatiently waiting at the front gate of the airport for us. Darko’s friend did not speak fluent English but he did speak fluent German and Serbian. Darko told him to help lift my luggage into the trunk in Serbian and he did. Darko always liked to brag and as usual he introduced me to his friend giving me the details of his being an important man in the Serbian military etc.. We went straight from the Beograd airport to the home of Bojana’s family in the suburbs of Belgrade and all became reacquainted.

Bojana and I hugged; she introduced me to her family (father, mother and brother who was a high school student in Beograd).
Afterward, Darko showed me the room upstairs where I would sleep which was actually Bojana’s room also informing me of our three week itinerary; he had it all planned out. Darko told me we would all spend the night over Bojana’s house, the next day sleep at his apartment outside Beograd and later explained the next day we would stop at his father’s family’s house for dinner and leave from there making our way into Montenegro for a ten day vacation staying at his friend’s resort on Budva’s seaside coast. Along the way Darko told me he would give me the best tour I could ask for and he did. He showed me military installations and one of my favorite stops was the NATO bombed Chinese embassy which I stood in front of only several yards from.

My night at Bojana’s residence was wonderful. I was never showed as much love and hospitality as I did from her family. Although it was late in the evening (about 11pm Serbian time) when we arrived, Bojana’s mother, a wonderful woman, treated me as her own daughter. She insisted that Darko, Bojana and I enjoy what seemed a 10 course home cooked meal. She was still cooking while she served us a variety of cooked steaks, vegetables and pastries. And like many Italian families she insisted I tried and ate everything. To top the night off before bed Bojana and her father performed an accordion duet live in the kitchen for me. Apparently, Bojana and her father were professional accordion players and Bojana explained that her father’s employment consisted of playing nightly in a local bar. Thereafter, we went to bed with full stomachs.

The next morning we all enjoyed an equally exquisite breakfast. Bojana’s family had livestock in the backyard and her mother cooked us a fresh eggs and steak for breakfast like never before experienced. We said our parting goodbyes and left for Darko’s apartment in the hills of Beograd. We brought my suitcases in and upon entering I noticed there were lots of stray dogs around the apartment entrance. One in particular was very cute and Darko explained that the various residents fed it because it was so adorable. I found it interesting that so many old men were just hanging about the entrance to the apartment building drinking and just sitting there with seemingly nothing to do. They remained there throughout my entire trip.

Even when Ratko Mladic came to see me on my final day in Serbia in full military regalia giving me a parting gift (a book he inscribed to me entitled Serbija) while Darko took pictures of Mladic with his arm around me, the men remained there merely looking like old bums. Retrospectively, I wonder if they weren’t some watchmen and/or guards. Unto this day I always wondered what Darko did with those photos.

I was surprised what a very large apartment Darko owned. He showed me into his guest room and I unpacked my suitcases in just enough time to inform me I was to consolidate all my truly necessary items for Montenegro into one small bag that would reasonably fit into his trunk in the morning because he needed enough room for his and Bojana’s luggage also. He laughed at all the things I brought with me to Beograd telling me that I had no idea how to pack.

By the time I was done with that task Darko told me it was time to go meet some friends at a local café for coffee. It was late summer and the outside café’s in Beograd were the best ! We met up with a few friends in some restaurant in Beograd; there was about five of us sitting there just chatting and drinking coffee when I noticed an older gentleman sitting a few seats down with feathered salt and pepper colored hair not saying much except for an occasional laugh and nod at us. I wondered wherefore Darko a man about thirty would associate with such an older person, as for me being several years older than Darko, I thought to myself, what a cute guy. Then upon closer inspection, I realized it was doctor Radovan Karadzic. I knew he was a psychiatrist. By no means was this to be our last meeting. Throughout the time I spent in Serbia Darko met with Karadzic on many occasions in Beograd. The meetings were usually brief; only to exchange oral information and/or a few papers with Darko and whisper something or other in Darko‘s ear. He looks as the news media portrays him dressed in his gray wrinkled suit and tie and salt and pepper colored hair. He was a perfect gentleman all times I met him with Darko. After finishing our coffee, Darko said we ought leave and get a good nights rest because we had to leave early the next day for Montenegro.



The next morning we all got into Darko’s blue Audi (car) and left for his Father’s house. I remember arguing with Darko about wanting to bring lots of luggage with me and he replied I didn’t need all that stuff and I could only bring one normal sized bag with me and I had to leave the rest of my things at his apartment; I did. On the way to his father’s, Darko made a few important stops for the purpose of giving me the grand tour. We only stopped briefly at some military installations; we didn’t get out of the car. We drove up to the gates and Darko pointed out, “look Jill, this is an important military facility.” Darko always sarcastically smirked as he pointed out these places to me. The only place we got out was in front of the bombed out Chinese embassy in Beograd. There were Serbian military officers in front of the embassy. I was amazed owing to I always had thought bombed out buildings were totally demolished. But standing in front of the Chinese embassy that was bombed by the NATO in 1999 taught me the definition of a “smart bomb.”


Only the portion of the building hosting the embassy employees on the upper level of the building itself was demolished and in particular the window where the Chinese embassy officials worked. I could see in the window and I even got a sad glimpse of the Victorian styled chair sitting there empty in the bombed out window. I wondered who used to sit there and if they were dead or alive. No other parts of the building was seriously damaged. There were even flowers and trees still growing untouched in front of the building. I strongly believe that NATO knew exactly what they aimed at when they bombed the building.

I brought a digital camera with me on my trip but upon returning to the United States, all the film Darko claimed to snap for me was returned by my local film developer as blank. I wondered if Darko told me the truth about snapping photos for me at all. Throughout my trip he insisted on taking all the photos I wanted claiming I take poor pictures. It since crossed my mind he may have removed the film from my camera prior my departing Serbia so I could not take it back with me. One thing I am sure of is both Darko and Bojana refused having any photos taken of them throughout my entire stay.

After leaving the scene at the Chinese embassy, we made our way to the home of Darko’s father driving through a beautiful park not dissimilar to Central Park in Manhattan along the way. I can’t be certain what park it was because I didn’t know the geographical area; we soon arrived at our destination. Darko’s father lived in the most incredibly beautiful green hills in an area of Serbia existing somewhere between Beograd and Montenegro. Immediately upon entering and meeting his father, stepmother and grandmother who recently passed away, I felt part of the family. Although his family did not speak English, Darko and Bojana translated for me.

Darko’s grandmother was an extraordinarily warm and wise woman in whose presence I felt comfortable and happy the entire time. Before dinner there was the customary libation of grappa (a Serbian hard liquor of incredible potency). If only I could find grappa here in America. After another dinner that would give Manhattan’s top chefs a run for their money, Darko brought me upstairs into a guest room to take a nap.

I told him I was not tired but he insisted I nap saying we would be driving all night before reaching Montenegro and I need my rest. I must have slept an hour before he awakened me to say our parting goodbyes and begin our journey. I was extremely excited; Darko promised me a three week Adriatic holiday allowing me swimming privileges at every beach from Hercegovni to an area he said was only ten meters from Kosovo’s border. We couldn’t go into Kosovo Darko said because it was too dangerous. I knew Darko had been shot several times and almost killed in Kosovo previously so I didn’t push the issue. As a former lifeguard and avid swimmer, I couldn‘t wait for my vacation to start and Darko delivered it to me as promised.

The onset of our journey began at sunset; still adjusting to the time zone differential I dozed off in Darko’s backseat; for how long I’m uncertain. I dozed on and off until sunrise when we reached the Montenegrin border. I mean, there wasn’t much to see driving in the dark cover of night. The wider well lit highway we initially set out upon gradually narrowed as the highway lights became fewer. Eventually there were no highway lights at all. My body continuously shifted from one side of Darko’s backseat to the other making sleep difficult.
It was obvious the road we traversed was analogous to Pacific Coast Highway in California driving through Big Sur. It was mountainous, dangerously ridden with hairpin turns and no guardrails. In Montenegro, inexperienced travelers could almost mistake the scenery for Big Sur with the beautiful blue Adriatic sea hugging the bottoms of the cliffs we not so cautiously traveled. I asked Darko to slow down because he was driving like speed racer. He replied not to worry explaining he could drive these roads blindfolded he knew them well. I thought to myself, better safe than sorry buddy. It is a good thing I had some prescription Xanax with me, I popped one, maybe two just to relax while simultaneously trying to hide this act from Darko since he hated drugs in general. He especially hated my taking the prescription medications my doctor gave me saying I didn’t need them, they were addicting and poison. He also strongly disdained cigarettes; Bojana smoked covertly.

The sun was just rising when Darko awakened me excitedly pointing out the tunnel we were driving through. I think he said at the other end we’d be entering Montenegro. Driving to the Budva Riviera in Montenegro we drove through some similar tunnels; the scenery was unbelievably breathtaking. There is no other place in the world I’d rather be than in Budva Montenegro and I recommend everyone vacation there. We were making our way to a seaside resort a friend of Darko owned. Still driving like speed racer around the hairpin turns and mountainous cliffs compromising the road, we finally arrived at our destination safely. I admit Darko is an excellent driver; his driving is reminiscent of agent 007 in James Bond movies.

Because of the Kosovo war, there was not one functional ATM in either in Serbia and Montenegro. To be safe I split the five thousand dollars we had between Darko and I. I held onto half and he the other. One of my favorite stories I tell people of my trip is how I swam with my money throughout the trip; it made me feel secure always keeping some cash on me at all times; even when I was swimming a quarter mile out in the Adriatic sea. Darko told me not to; I did anyway.



Owing to that, the cash I held was often wet. One particular time we went to a bank in Montenegro. The banks there are so remarkably careful of counterfeiting, they refused exchanging my United States dollars for Euros because my money was wet; the three of us returned to the hotel using my blow dryer to evaporate the dollar bills until dried. The three of us henceforth joked about this saying we laundered the money.

Upon arriving at the resort, Darko introduced me to his friend and we worked out the financial gratuities for our stay. We paid him eight hundred United States dollars for ten days; meals included. Unlike hotels in America, meals meant an extremely large home cooked breakfast consisting of large varieties of meat, coffee and juice. Lunch and dinner consisted of many course meals where main dishes consisted of either freshly caught seafood or meat. Our accommodation consisted of two medium sized rooms with separate entrances; one for myself and another for Darko and Bojana. To reach the beach we only needed to walk across the street and down a small path; one could see Italy at the other end of the horizon on a clear day. I was ecstatic loving to swim. Since Bojana didn’t swim, Darko couldn’t always accompany me to the beach so I‘d just walk to it myself for periodic swims throughout the day; August was a very hot month. Of any country I’ve visited, Serbia and Montenegro wins my top prize for fun, food, beauty and hospitality. Everyone is friendly, warm, the atmosphere is relaxed and laid back and most persons speak some English owing to children learning English as a second language in school at a young age. Unfortunately, American school children do not grow up learning another language other than native English which leaves them I feel at an intellectual disadvantage.

Each day Darko took us to another beach for a day enjoying food, drink, music, perhaps some shopping and primarily, swimming. As long as I could swim for hours each day I was happy. By the time nighttime rolled in all of us were so tired each day we usually had dinner and retired early, except for one night. This just happened to be the one night of my entire vacation I was overly exhausted wanting to retire early at any cost. Inversely, this was the one evening both Darko and Bojana incredibly excited informed me to take a shower, dress and get ready for a big surprise.


When I asked Darko what this surprise was and its great importance being I was so tired; he merely insisted I go get ready for it. Darko was always very bossy in my estimation constantly telling us when to sleep, awakening Bojana and I up early, limiting our time before breakfast for dressing, blow drying our hair etc. which the two of us always complained about privately to each other. I always accepted this as part of his personality but this night it annoyed me to no end; I simply wanted sleep, surprise or not. As usual I gave into to Darko’s demands by hurrying to my room, showering, changing, and preparing myself for a night out. If you’re a woman, you understand when you have a crush on someone as I did Darko, you usually give into his demands easily; so I did.

Upon changing, Dark and Bojana were waving me to hurry to the car; exhausted I got in and slammed the door. Less than ten minutes up the pitch black road Darko pulled the car over and we got out. Darko and Bojana said, “Hurry Jill look down there.” At the bottom of the cliffs was the most beautiful city of lights I’ve ever seen. Darko said proudly, “this is Budva Jill, that‘s where we are going.” It was many times more beautiful that Paris or Manhattan at night and situated in a valley about a mile and a half wide forcing the Montenegrin peninsula farther out. It was a remarkably amazing sight, Budva itself being lit up with a wide variety of bright lights surrounded by an aura of pitch black. By this time Bojana started complaining to Darko to move his car in more because someone may come around the sharp turn in the darkness sideswiping it. Darko never worried much about illegal parking or his speed limit owing to whenever getting pulled over, he just made manifest to the officer his huge governmental badge and they let him go; the badge was at least three times larger than the usual American police officer badge and was gold in color.

Darko became annoyed with Bojana’s complaints so we returned to the car, got in and descended about five minutes down the treacherously dark road into Budva and parked. I couldn’t believe it! It was like a dream, We walked down around Budva, Darko pointing out everything.

We stopped to have a drink at one of the many outdoor bar/café’s and listened to the live entertainment while we sipped our drinks. Then I went to buy another bathing suit at a small shop when Darko told me to follow him and Bojana into the most amazing bar I’ve ever seen, anywhere in the world. The bar itself was actually a small island rocky island; to reach it one had to walk underground maybe a little less than one quarter mile. Upon entering the bar it had many levels; all outside surrounded by the roaring nighttime surf of the sea and live entertainment. I saw a few people illegally swimming and asked Darko if I could swim there too. He informed me the swimming was closed for the evening. We ordered drinks and sat there chilling for a while. On the walk back Darko showed me all the gambling casinos along the Riviera. It looked like anyone could get whatever they wanted in Budva if they had the correct amount of money with them. Montenegro was to me akin to a luxurious playground for the ultra rich, famous as well as infamous. We then walked back via way of the tunnel, stopped at a small outdoor restaurant all ordering a type of delicious pancake we enjoyed by dipping it in chocolate syrup and drove back to the hotel to get some rest.

The next day Darko took merely us to another gorgeous beach. It was reminiscent of Greece. The water was sapphire blue, clear and warm. The beach itself was not large, but completely hidden by huge rocky cliffs. The three of us took a kind of small craft about a quarter of a mile out into the Adriatic; Darko and I jumped in for a swim. Bojana was partially nude sunbathing at the time on the boat and since she was unable to swim, Darko teased her by stealing her clothes, pretending not to give them back to her. She immediately became upset demanding Darko return her clothes; Darko soon complied with her demands. Thereafter, we ended the day with lunch and drinks. The following day was one of my vacation high points. We visited the Ostrog monastery.

Driving to the Ostrog monastery was long, hot and boring. It lied somewhere deep beyond the Montenegrin coastline inland. We drove a long windy road without even so much as a store on it. After a couple of hours, Darko stopped for lunch at the only restaurant I noticed the entire trip. You’d think it would be small being situated in the middle of what I considered, “nowhere.” However, this was not the case.

There was actually a long line and tons of people there having lunch. I could only imagine like us they were on their way to visit Ostrog. The restaurant itself was classy and I can only liken it to seeing a luxurious restaurant in the middle of the Mohave desert. While I was visiting Ostrog monastery in Montenegro, Darko introduced me to a Serbian priest asking me if I wanted confession. The man looked almost verbatim to Karadzic in his monks getup. I mean the way the latest news photos of Karadzic in his monk getup looks. I only became cognizant of this recently since the photos of him since his arrest have been made publicly manifest. In particular I remember the priest’s large darker curl on the top of this priest’s head like in the recent Karadzic photos; I wondered who would make their monks hair like that. This priest blessed me and told Darko in Serbian he could not hear my confession owing to his not understanding English well. He gave me a gift, a book about the monastery itself which I gave to Archbishop John LoBue in West Milford (my priest).

While visiting Ostrog, we venerated the holy relics leaving an offering of either food or money at the door leading to the holy relics; I can’t remember which now. Leaving, we looked around the gift shop, had coffee at the small Ostrog monastery café and Darko gave me a tour where the monks sleep and shower. Then we made the long drive back to the hotel. We had the usual dinner at which time Bojana was overcome with a terrible toothache. I told her I’d pay for the filling tomorrow; Darko knew a dentist 10 meter from Kosovo‘s border. Tomorrow we‘d swim there and have Bojana‘s tooth looked at. The town we went to the next day possessed an ethnic Albanian majority and organized crime was everywhere.

Before retiring for the evening I went for a small walk around the corner from the hotel to buy some snacks; there was a small store there. I never felt endangered at any time by anyone. During my stay in Montenegro I walked to the store myself almost daily buying drinks and other items I could enjoy privately in my room at night. I never noticed previously to that evening’s walk just how many persons actually were vacationing from Western Europe in Budva the fall 2002 like me.


After promenading to the store, upon returning to the hotel, a German man sitting outside the hotel and speaking in broken English introduced himself. When I told him that I was from New Jersey in the United States he became extremely interested and warmly said he is pleased I was able to enjoy the area. I replied, “I was tired and needed to retire.” Saying he understood he returned to his card game.

We had the usual dinner at which time Bojana was overcome with a terrible toothache. I told her I’d pay for the filling tomorrow; Darko knew a dentist ten meters from Kosovo‘s border. Tomorrow we‘d swim there and have Bojana‘s tooth looked at. The town we went to the next day possessed an ethnic Albanian majority and organized crime was everywhere.

We awoke early as to get Bojana to the dentist. This is actually where the Montenegrin bank had refused to exchange our money for Euros. Managing cash was difficult in Serbia and Montenegro owing to that the national currency in Serbia was still dinars and in Montenegro it was Euros. Most businessman preferred either Euros or American dollars, but one never knew which.

Upon parking, Darko led the way down the busy street towards the dentist who I remember being an ethnic Albanian man. Apparently, they visited this dentist previously and he was extremely friendly. Not at any time did any ethnic Albanians cause me, Darko or Bojana any problems because I was American and they were Serb. The dentist was going to take a while and since the bank would not exchange our American dollars for Euros, we could buy neither lunch nor anything else and we all possessed a ravenous hunger for lunch.

Ignoring Darko’s warnings not to go wondering myself, I left the dentist office under the pretense of going for a walk while Bojana had her dental work completed. Before Darko could catch me I was gone. I walked up the main street about one mile and began asking people in English where I could exchange United States currency for Euros. I came upon a well dressed ethnic Albanian high school student, a girl speaking perfect English who told me to walk up the street about another half mile and when I see men selling the cigarettes outside on a bridge table, ask them to do the deed; I did.
The girl asked me about America saying her greatest wish was to study in New York City one day. When I told her about my experience at the New School for Social Research, being dismissed for my anti NATO views on the Kosovo war she replied to me, “maybe she was wrong about wanting to study in Manhattan.”

I made my way to the table with about five ethnic Albanian men hanging about selling cigarettes and asked them in English if they could exchange money for me; they did. They were definitely organized crime. They took my wet cash, examined the bills, one man walked into an apartment building with my cash while I merely waited. He didn‘t rob me and returned with my Euros. Surprisingly, I found everyone in both Serbia and Montenegro very honorable in their business dealings; even if those dealings are organized crime.

Upon receiving my Euros from the men, I walked away back to see if Bojana was through with the dentist; she was. I excitedly told Darko that I had successfully managed to exchange American dollars for Euros thinking he’d be pleased with me; he wasn’t. Darko was always very protective of me. Instead of commending me he immediately got very angry; scolding me he said exchanging money illegally in the streets of Montenegro was both illegal and dangerous. You can’t change the past so I diplomatically apologized and Darko soon forgot his anger I lieu of the fact that now we all could have lunch. Afterward, Darko brought us to a beautiful beach nearby. The majority of the sunbathers were ethnic Albanian and again no one harassed us based on our ethnicity. I tried pushing Darko into driving into Kosovo but he flatly refused. I found it interesting that the international news at this time was reporting that there were hundreds of thousands of homeless ethnic Albanians being ethnically cleansed to Albania, I did not see one ethnic Albanian or Roma homeless on the streets anywhere. All seemed normal only ten meters from the Kosovo border. After a day of swimming and partially nude sunbathing, we returned to the hotel.





Insofar as sequence of events, at this junction in time it was the last few days I spent in Montenegro; it’s difficult now to remember the exact timeline of events. In other words, I remember visiting Old Town and Podgorica also in Montenegro but uncertain of which locations we visited first. During the last two days, Darko took me one day to Old Town in Montenegro for dinner; there we greatly enjoyed an expensive seafood meal after which we walked around. Darko got a parking ticket that night in Old Town and greatly complained about its five dollar fee; for some, five dollars is equal to an entire week pay in Serbia. I think I offered him the five dollars for the ticket feeling guilty because it was only for my benefit he parked there at all. Darko wanted to show me Old Town; he already knew what the beautiful cobble stone streets looked like.

We also went to the Montenegrin capital, Podgorica. I really don’t remember much of Podgorica except for walking around the streets one night. Since we didn’t swim there so it wasn’t a high point for me. When our ten day stay in Montenegro was finished we all packed and returned the way we came in Darko’s car. The day before we left, Darko’s car required maintenance. We didn’t have enough cash on hand left to pay for the needed repairs so I called Arnold Stark, my fiancée in the states, asking him to please wire us five hundred dollars cash to Montenegro; he did. This is a fact that Arnold himself can verify being that he alone possesses the charge card receipt for wiring us the money through Western Union to a town not far from Budva. With Darko’s car repairs complete, we returned home for Beograd.

On the way back to Beograd we made two more important stops. One was Hercegovni where we met up with Darko’s cousin, a soon to be freshman college student and her friends. We had a couple of drinks, snapped some photos and Darko and I went for a quick swim in the sea. When it began to rain, we called it a day. The other stop was somewhere on the way back, where I have no idea. We pulled up to a large lake. Darko pulled his car onto a large ferry boat. There were some people on the ferry, but primarily soldiers from the Serbian military. Reaching the other side we drove around but I can’t remember much.


Returning on the ferry, we piled into Darko’s car and appeared at his apartment several hours later. We were all extremely exhausted and passed out as soon as possible in our separate rooms. Again, we walked past the same old men sitting in front of Darko’s apartment building seeming to do nothing; they waved at us.

There were only two days left of my vacation at this point; I didn’t feel like doing much of anything. I’d come down with terrible stomach symptoms that began in Budva several days prior. This was probably owing to my ignoring Darko and Bojana’s warning not to drink tap water but only bottled; a lesson I ought have learned in Indonesia as a young girl. We were all feeling tired and slightly under the weather merely wanting to recuperate. Notwithstanding, Darko, always an avid early morning riser, insisted we promenade Beograd’s renown indoor marketplace; an extremely large indoor flea market. We walked approximately an hour or two. I tried on several dresses before finally buying myself one; the type I can’t recall. Bojana bought herself Serbian brand makeup after which Darko informed us it’s time to leave.

Shopping was always boring to Darko unless it was for himself and during his stay in the United States Darko, Bojana and I hit many malls in New York and New Jersey such as Willow brook in Wayne, New Jersey. Other favorite stores we often visited were Daffy’s and Macy’s in Forest Hills, Queens, New York. I vividly remember the Republika Srpska diplomatic contact to the Hague court in the Netherlands visiting. Me, Darko, he whose name was Dan in English, along with my daughter little Jill went to Macy’s at the Willow brook Mall in Wayne NJ allowing Dan to buy some gifts for his girlfriend back in Bosnia. Afterwards, we all enjoyed a wonderful lunch at Six Brothers Diner on Route 46 not to far from Montclair State University in New Jersey.

I can’t recall whether it was prior to vacationing in Budva or after, but close to the Beograd marketplace we visited the apartment of a Serbian basketball player and his disc jockey roommate (the walls of the apartment were covered with music CD’s from around the world). It was a very impressive CD collection. He said he often spent time in Manhattan studying when not having to compete.

I became increasingly sad during this time owing that in another day I’d again be saying goodbye to the man I loved, Darko; perhaps leaving Serbia forever. I wanted to stay and live in Beograd permanently but I had duties to my graduate studies at FDU in Hackensack, New Jersey. Had I known the university (FDU) would be soon dismissing me from their graduate program similarly to the New School for Social Research, I would have stayed in Beograd. I always told Darko my greatest desire was to live in Serbia and/or Montenegro. He always replied, “Jill you have your children and your studies now. After your children leave and you complete your graduate degree, then you can come reside in my country.” After the New School discriminated against me and I was recently receiving poor grades at FDU from professors that had formerly studied and graduated from the New School themselves, I felt I wanted to leave America thinking strongly I would have more academic freedom in Serbia. In fact during my entire Serbian trip, I discovered that myself and others freely spoke our minds on a myriad of subjects such as politics and theology without being badgered. This was my personal experience and I know allegedly not all Serb citizenry under previous regimes enjoyed such privilege.

Upon leaving the marketplace we enjoyed lunch at Darko’s which Bojana prepared; she was an excellent cook! My favorite Serbian food is Gibanica (I think this is the correct spelling). Gibanica is an exquisite main dish comprised of Greek filo dough, beef, cheese and sometimes spinach baked in layers similarly to Italian lasagna. After lunch, I decided to walk by myself to a local store for purchasing some items. I wanted some air alone outside not wanting Darko to see me cry. As aforementioned, I became extremely sad about returning to the United States the following day. When returning to the apartment, Darko suggested I nap a while so I did. I don’t remember what time it was when Darko knocked on my door waking me up. He informed me we were heading out soon to meet up with a friend of his named, Sharko, he wanted to introduce me.

We left Darko’s apartment after dusk and about ten minutes later parked nearby a beautiful green park lined with trees along the river, somewhere in Beograd. Uncertain exactly where we were going, I allowed Darko and Bojana to lead.

Strolling down the narrow paved path a few feet wide cutting into a grassy hill, we headed directly towards a boat restaurant. Traversing the small shaky wooden bridge, we boarded. The place was empty; we were the only persons present besides one waitress. We sat as follows; Darko and Bojana sat next to each other as in American restaurant booth’s and I sat alone across vis-à-vis. The boat itself was very luxurious resembling the interior of several large boats formerly owned by the late Aristotle Onassis. I have several books on Aristotle Onassis so I have seen photos of the interior of his large boats. The waitress came over to take our order; there was no menu. We verbally told her which libation we wanted; as she walked away Sharko came in. Sharko was Ratko Mladic; he wore old faded blue jeans sagging a bit around his waist.

I wasn’t scared at all. When first shaking hands with Mr. Mladic I thought quietly, this couldn’t possibly be happening; but it in objective reality it was really happening. I’ve met many interesting people since graduating WPUNJ in New Jersey in 1997. I personally coined the term, extreme sociologist which I consider myself. I may not be rich, but achieved my scholarly goals notwithstanding either FDU or the New School for Social Research in Manhattan dismissing me from their graduate study programs. Since completing my undergraduate degree, I’ve desired to better understand our world by meeting with and talking with the world’s most controversial individuals. I believe in traveling to hidden and seemingly remote places around the world, partaking in local cultural activities for better understanding wherefore people behave as they do.

Mladic first seated himself across from me, in a separate chair the right of Darko. The waitress returned asking Mladic what he preferred to drink; he ordered expensive wine saying jokingly it was “two hundred dollars a bottle,” smiling. I was already drinking an alcoholic beverage of some sort I can’t remember along with Bojana. Darko rarely drank and sipped on something non-alcoholic. Extolling me to Mladic, Darko explicated whereby I was the only American college student standing firm on grave issues pertaining to international justice insofar, the NATO and the former Yugoslavia.


Darko finished boasting about me to Mladic after which I in an extremely forceful forthright manner explained to Mladic my political views insofar as NATO’s breaching international law by launching military aggression against the former Yugoslavia, by bombing the Chinese embassy in Beograd, and, by purposely bombing other civilian targets in Serbia and Montenegro in 1999. I have a film of when NATO bombed a newborn baby hospital unit in Beograd; disgraceful!

Mladic seemed impressed with my viewpoints on war and peace. He was very warm friendly man; very relaxed and laid back. He smiled the entirety we were chilling out just enjoying each other’s company and drink. Hanging out with Mladic was no different than chilling with my other friends back in America. I ordered another drink with Darko’s disapproval. As aforementioned, Darko strongly disdained mind altering substances, always trying to help me overcome my craving for them. Then, Mladic opened his wallet, showing me photos of his wife and children; he had a very attractive family as portrayed in his wallet sized photos. I think he missed them, perhaps empathizing to the loss I felt being estranged with my own two children for so many agonizing years.

Like General Mladic, I possess very few photos of my own children. The photos Mladic had in his wallet were obviously very old because his children were still very young in the pictures. It was evident he didn’t have any recent photos of his family in many years; I sympathized with him in this respect. After reminiscing over family photos he got up sitting next to me across from Darko and Bojana. I let him hold my hand gently massaging it. He kissed my hand, inviting me to spend the night with him in the hills of Beograd; I declined on account of my strong Orthodox Christian theological convictions. I admit Mladic having warm inviting hands and greatly enjoying the manner in which he touched me. I did consider him an attractive man; yet as aforementioned I declined his invitation. He accepted my decision although he did ask me again; again I replied the same answer. It was getting late and I was departing Serbia the following day in the afternoon. Still sipping my drink, I began urging Darko to return to America with me making a life for himself teaching as a professor at a university.

In retrospect, I now feel tremendous guilt and shame because of my advances towards Darko owing to Bojana my best friend sitting there with me vis-à-vis. Feeling a bit tipsy from drinking, Mladic continued making sexual advances towards urging me to go home with him. Darko laughed seemingly thinking Mladic’s advances towards me were cute stating, “go ahead Jill, spend the night with Sharko, it’s fine…Sharko‘s a good friend of mine…don‘t worry if you want to…I promise you’ll not miss your flight back to America tomorrow…“ I continued declining the advances and when it became obvious I wouldn’t change my mind, Darko said we had to leave because I had to finish packing for my flight and get a good nights sleep.

We all departed identically to boarding the boat restaurant, crossing the small narrow wooden bridge; Sharko/ Mladic departed with us. After exiting, Mladic and I stood in front of the boat restaurant for several minutes. I began crying because I loved Serbia not wanting to leave the next day. Mladic pulled me close to him and embracing me, he kissed both my cheeks. I kissed his cheeks also embracing him.

Darko and Bojana were walking ahead towards the car leaving me and Mladic alone. Knowing, I’d continue crying, I broke our embrace saying “goodbye.” Mladic promised to visit me the next day dressed in his full military uniform before I left Serbia. I didn’t want to part; but I did. I saw Darko and Bojana walking towards their car up the grassy hill and followed. I walked briskly catching up with them; I was exhausted and still had to finish packing back at Darko‘s apartment. Once more I turned and saw Mladic drive away in an old brown Mercedes Benz on its left front side. I was surprised to see it was scratched and slightly dented. Arriving back at Darko’s place, I completed preparations for departing the following day and fell fast asleep.

The next day I woke up around mid morning feeling depressed so I went for a walk to a local store picking up some things. Returning to Darko’s, we were standing outside his apartment discussing something when I turned seeing Mladic approaching me in full military regalia. We shook hands glad seeing each other. Of all photos I’ve seen online, Mladic never looked better than he did then.
His military uniform was clean, ironed and he wore every military metal ever earned it seemed to me. He was as honorably decorated as any of the American Joint Chief’s of Staff; even wearing his gold colored in sigma upon his green military cap. He had many gold colored metals hanging from his uniform on the left side by his chest. I was privileged to see him this way; I confess being impressed.

I was surprised to say the very least. Darko said to stand next to Mladic insisting on snapping some photos of the two of us. Mladic placed his arm around my shoulder and I his; we both smiled as Darko snapped some photos. When finished Mladic presented me with a gift. The book I posted online for you all to view, signing it to me under the alias name, Sharko thanking me for beautiful times spent together in Beograd. We embraced and he left as Darko interjected saying we had to hurry to the airport before I miss my flight.

Darko’s German friend delivered me back to Beograd airport the same manner as picked up. There was little time, my flight was actually locking the gate and about to depart without me. Darko ran up to someone important showing his governmental badge as I recall, asking them to hold the flight until I board. There was hardly time for JAT to weigh my luggage; they did however inform me it weighed over the limit allowed. Darko said there was no time to be picky about what I was bringing back to the States ; I obeyed leaving one full suitcase behind with him as to not miss my flight. Quickly helped me through customs and the gate, I tried prolonging our goodbye. Darko didn’t want seeing him cry and urged me on as the Serbian flight attendant waved me to hurry. The gate was closed up and I had to run with my carry on to board the plane. One last time I turned briefly to see Darko; he tried hiding the tears swelling in his eyes as I. I took my seat on the JAT flight back home to America. Upon reaching JFK my luggage was lost and it was delivered over the weekend to my home in Bloomingdale New Jersey. This is what it’s like to chill with the most ruthless men in the world. No biggie really.

THE END

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Law Projects Center Int’l [Beograd / New York]
Miss Jill Louise Starr [Director of LPC New York]
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To: All Interested Parties
Date: March 11th 2001
Subject: Int’l Criminal Court Preparatory Commission Meeting Report [Draft Documents on
Establishing a Permanent ICC]
March 1st – March 9th 2001
United Nations, N.Y.C.
Dear Friends and Colleagues,
In the true spirit of former United States President, Woodrow Wilson’s American Democratic
Ideals#, I hereby forward you draft documents from the recent United Nations meetings held
in New York City on establishing a permanent International Criminal Court.
I strongly believe, if all countries in our world will soon be submitting both themselves and
their citizenry to a new ICC establishment possessing exclusive international legal jurisdiction
over the entire world, that you should fully comprehend its meaning and raison d’etat.
Hence, I believe that all persons possessing a strong commitment to enhancing democracy,
internationally applying equitable social justice and peace for our perpetual human survival and for our posterity [without prejudice], should read these documents.
Respectfully Yours,
Miss Jill Louse Starr

PS: I probably have other documents I’ll have to check. Start reading these including a scanned photo image of the secret Richard Holbrook and Radovan Karadzic Immunity Agreement.


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#I don't think that Radovan Karadzic or Ratko Mladic are war criminals at all. I invite everyone to view some of the evidence in my possession about it at my blog site. I think it is easily proven that the CIA and Richard Holbrook are the Balkan War culprits.
Respectfully Yours,

Jill Starr

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#What It’s Like to Chill with the Most Ruthless Men in the World
Ratko Mladic and Radovan Karadzic:
Confessions of a Female War Crimes Investigator


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 naïve 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 member 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 man 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 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. 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 advisor 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, and fun to just hang-out with and work. The three of us became extremely close friends and confidants. 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.

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. 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.

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 his absence, perhaps if I were with him, he covertly could gain access this closed NATO meeting; no dice. Upon entering the room, immediately some important looking man called him over and diplomatically informed him that “Serbia was not invited.” Darko pointed to me explaining that he was with the American lady but he was asked politely to leave; I followed him out the door embarrassed.

The following year was mundane. Filled with activities like shuttling back and forth to FDU for graduate school, fund raising for the Law Projects Center and co-authoring two book with Darko. The fateful day of 9/11 and the attacks by Al-Qaeda on the World Trade Center Towers in New York City changed my venue forever. Post 9/11 Darko became a man on a personal mission seemingly unrelated to the Bosnian mission itself.
He told me it was the utmost importance to publicize the alleged fact that the head ambassador of the Bosnian mission was in his estimation involved with Al-Qaeda. Darko had a seemingly ton of secret documentary evidence emanating from the ministry of internal affairs in Belgrade and Bosnia seeming true bolstering his allegations in my eyes then.

Asking me to fervently work on editing a book on which topic was meant for exposing the head ambassador of the Bosnian mission at that time; I acceded. The publication was later published by the Repubika Srpska information agency in Bosnia. The Serbian government in the Republika Srpska in Bosnia then was seriously pressing Darko for a fast publication so we stayed up many nights over his apartment in Forest Hills, New York working to do so. The book was entitled, ”The Bosnia Model of Al-Qaeda Terrorism. It can probably still be found and read online. Last time I checked it was posted on the website: http://www.analyst-network.com/profile.php?user_id=240.

Darko always told me I possessed full rights to this and other publications we worked on together. Although I edited and co-authoring the Al-Qaeda work, a few years back I noticed Darko removed my name on the inner front cover page as editor replacing it with the name of a Serbian editor. When questioned about it Darko told me he kept my name from being published because of the death threats and dangers to my life that he himself encountered because of its publication. I do vividly remember Darko receiving a great many death threats and threats towards his wife at the time, Bojana, so it is possible he was telling me the truth.

Even prior completing our work on the Al-Qaeda book together Darko was obsessed with manifesting the Bosnian Chief ambassador at the time as a terrorist. At the time I had no reason to doubt Darko’s word and assisted him in rabidly writing an open letter to all the United Nations member state missions exposing him as such. I surmise this is when Darko’s job at the United Nations as First Secretary of the Bosnian mission became jeopardized.

Today I surmise Darko’s employment at the United Nations genuinely became compromised owing not only to the inter-ethnic conflicts existing between him and the head ambassador then, a proud Muslim man, but also owing to the fact he forged birth certificates to acquire his position in the first place later becoming a social fact from the interior ministry in Bosnia. It was an emotional shock when Darko informed me a by summer 2001 that he lost his job and he and Bojana had to immediately return to Belgrade to work out the matter in court. This was also a great emotional blow to me also owing to the fact that I always possessed a crush on Darko and he knew it. This was a social fact I never publicly admitted previously to writing this book. I once even asked Darko if he wanted to have an affair with me but he declined stating he would never be unfaithful to his beautiful wife, Bojana. This left me in an extreme morally uncomfortable position because Bojana was my best friend. I continually told myself being attracted to her husband Darko was a non-option. Working so closely with him on an almost daily basis however made my attraction to him difficult to overcome.

I was also engaged to Professor Arnold Stark at the time and wore the ten thousand diamond ring he bought me on my finger. Arnold became increasingly jealous of Darko in time and eventually forbid me to work with him altogether. Notwithstanding, I continued working with Darko against Arnold’s wishes. This coupled with my trip to Serbia and Montenegro in 2002 eventually led to my breakup with Professor Stark and after almost an entire decade, my relationship with Arnold never fully recovered.

Darko tried keeping his job in diplomatic capacity at he UN as long as possible but the bipolar friction and hate existing between himself and the chief ambassador at the mission proved too much. The chief ambassador in contact with the Bosnian government at the time in Sarajevo eventually had Darko dismissed as first secretary of the mission. To the best of my recollection Darko was no longer receiving a monthly salary from Sarajevo by spring or summer 2002 (approximately).

I often came visiting Darko and Bojana’s apartment in Manhattan then situated on a side street within walking distance from the UN to help them out financially by buying them inexpensive dinners and such in Manhattan and chauffeuring them around (they did not own a car for the majority of their stay in the States).

In July 2002 as I remember the three of us spent many memorable moments going to the beaches outside the city and just spending time talking etc.. At the time and owing to my being in graduate school at FDU, I had plenty of extra money to burn owing my taking the maximum GSL student loans totaling about twenty thousand dollars a semester. Then one day that summer Darko informed me he and Bojana were only awaiting the Bosnian government to wire them a sum of five thousand dollars to pay off their American bills, last month rent and they would make a hasty exit back to Belgrade permanently. I was emotionally crushed.

Desperate not to lose contact with Darko because of my personal feelings towards him, I told him my summer classes at FDU were about to end August 2002 and although the fall semester was about to begin, I wanted to visit him in Serbia as soon as possible. Soon for me meant as soon as I received a check from the United States government for the total of that semesters’ student loan money in the amount of about ten thousand dollars.

Darko, hesitant at first soon gave in to my constant petitions to visit him. The day I brought them both to JFK to return to Serbia permanently, Bojana whispered something in Darko’s ear as we hugged saying our goodbyes all three of trying to hold back tears of parting and Darko looking me in the eye said something to the effect, “Jill, don’t worry as soon as you can afford it call me and we’ll arrange your visit.” Darko never could stand to see me cry which on many occasion I did owing to the loss of my two children and other personal challenges in my life. They turned and boarded their plane to Belgrade as I drove back to New Jersey. Driving home I felt an odd combination of extreme sadness at the loss of my two best friends mixed with the cheerful prospect I would shortly be boarding a plane myself destined for Serbia and Montenegro by mid August 2002 when my student loan check arrived. Upon arriving home I immediately began making all necessary arrangements for my forthcoming trip.

The day following Darko ‘s departure, I bought a great many prepaid phone cards for the purpose of calling him owing to both my missing him and also my primarily wanting to began making all necessary arrangements facilitating my forthcoming visit from JFK to Beograd. I had countless questions such as: how much money will I need, how will I obtain a VISA being an American citizen with all the US State Department warnings against US citizenry traveling to the region, etc., etc., etc.. I had already obtained a valid United States passport many years ago which I always carried with me. I’ve always held the strong opinion that having a valid passport with you at all times is just a good idea. It enables one the necessary freedom to go to the airport and catch a plane going anywhere at anytime.

Darko told me that I need not worry about all the complicated VISA requirements listed on Serbian government website required of other Americans that he would handle everything. I was told merely to bring with me about five thousand United States dollars in cash spending money and it was a done deal. I went to buy some new suitcases and clothes for my trip in Wayne, New Jersey during the first two weeks in August 2002 in preparation. Packing was always a problem for me as Darko can attest to owing to my medically diagnosed attention deficit disorder. I had a difficult time deciding what to bring, so I tried to bring everything I thought I needed. The day of my departure my suitcases weighed way over the weight limit restrictions indicated by the airline.

Getting to JFK for departure in mid August 2002 proved to be an almost insurmountable task in and of itself owing to my heavy luggage and everyone I asked to drop me at the airport that day had strongly held views against my going. Arnold Stark declined to bring me owing to his personal jealousies insofar as Darko and everyone else had one or another excuse rooted in the anti-American sentiment in Serbia at that time and danger involved.
Undeterred, I finally convinced Archbishop John LoBue, my priest and confessor at the Holy Name Orthodox Christian Church in West Milford, New Jersey to take me as far as the Port Authority in Manhattan; from there I took a bus to JFK managing myself.

Post 9/11, JFK was supposedly safe beyond reproach insofar as security; this proved untrue. I had not traveled outside America in many years so I was unfamiliar with the new travel restrictions on such items as nail scissors etc., being illegal to bring onboard flights and carried several very sharp ones right passed JFK security inspection inside my purse on board out of my own ignorance of new flight rules. It was not until I arrived on my stopover in Paris, France that I was boarding onto a JAT (Yugoslav Air Travel) flight for Belgrade that the security officer of JAT told me that he had to confiscate the aforementioned items owing to new security precautions implemented post 9/11.

I informed him upon boarding my initial flight at JFK in New York, the security guards at the gate allowed me to board my flight to Paris carrying them in my purse. The JAT security employee merely shook his head in amazement mentioning something insofar as his seriously questioning American security in general stating that Jugosalv Air Travel obviously took airline and passenger security much more seriously.

I loved flying JAT! Not only was I completely satisfied the flight from Paris to Belgrade was many times more secure since JAT searched boarding passengers more thoroughly than JFK, the hospitality, food and drink was excellent. I say this owing to my being a well seasoned traveler having previously visited places such as Indonesia, Thailand and Hong Kong, etc.. It was extremely laid back on the flight. People moved around switching seats and chatting with good friends and the food was the best! My favorite Serbian food and drink were served and all airline employees shoed me the highest level of hospitality. I was extremely pleased with the professionalism and service on JAT I later began an online blog about it on Yahoo360.



Upon my flight arriving in Beograd, all passengers left the plane in the usual manner except Serbian citizens were shuffled through customs quickly merely showing their passport. All others including myself were asked to relinquish their passports and told to wait an unspecified amount of time in a holding area at the airport. An airport security officer went around confiscating our passports afterward leaving us merely standing there not knowing what to expect next. No other announcements were made; I did the only thing possible I relinquished my passport to the Serbian custom official along with the other western Europeans and/or Americans (if there were any) which I surmised like myself were attempting to enter Serbia from countries that were NATO allies in the Kosovo war against Slobodan Milosevic in 1999. There must have been about twenty persons with me just waiting.

All types of nagging thoughts plagued me such as “perhaps my friends were correct that I ought not have taken this trip…was it really too dangerous to travel to Serbia with all the anti-American sentiment and what would happen if Serbian customs decided I was an American spy, kept my passport and I ended in some unknown jail and/or murdered….who would find me…what could I do about it etc., etc., etc..”

It seemed nearly an hour passed; me and the others were still standing there waiting. I didn’t want to seem scared or overly curious by asking either Serbian custom officials or anyone else waiting with me anything as to not cause unnecessary attention to myself. I also kept checking my watch wondering if Darko knew I was here waiting. I had hoped with his government connections he would at least inquire about my arrival since he told me he would pick me up. I drew comfort from the fact Darko was always very punctual picking up and bringing himself and others to airports. On numerous occasions I gave him and others rides to and from them. These and other thoughts plagued me when suddenly I heard a voice on the loud speaker call my name, Jill Starr, asking me to go to a customs area to claim my passport. I was the first person called so I don’t know what happened to the others standing there still waiting. I hurriedly went to obtain my passport and was told that I cleared; the guard pointed the direction for me to go claim my luggage. You have no idea what a relief that was!

I took in my new surroundings pleased that I made it into the country successfully. As a young child my father took me with him traveling the world when he was an active nuclear engineering consultant for Chas T Main, USAID and the IMF. I had been in Indonesia during the turmoil in East Timor so I was used to being in war zones surrounded by soldiers with guns. I was presently older, but still I found such travel extremely exciting more than dangerous and looked forward to enjoying the rest of my vacation with Darko and Bojana.

Making it to the baggage claim area successfully I was relieved seeing Darko standing their waiting for me. I was not fluent in Serbian and didn‘t want to publicize it by asking people questions in English manifesting I was American. I hurried to him giving him a large hug.

I was so glad to see Darko. I noticed upon my arrival at the Belgrade airport that there were many female police officers equipped with guns wearing short mini skirts and extremely high heels. I asked Darko how they apprehended criminals in such high heels and he replied smirking that they don’t have to run, they merely shot those not halting in the back and that stopped them.

Like a dream come true, there I was in Beograd Serbia against all odds and complaints from my friends. Darko helped me get my luggage to his friend’s vehicle telling me we could talk about everything I had to say later because we had to hurry. Darko‘s friend, a German man living in Serbia for years and an important military employee of the Serbian government in a grayish older large SUV vehicle with what seemed a special license plate was impatiently waiting at the front gate of the airport for us. Darko’s friend did not speak fluent English but he did speak fluent German and Serbian. Darko told him to help lift my luggage into the trunk in Serbian and he did. Darko always liked to brag and as usual he introduced me to his friend giving me the details of his being an important man in the Serbian military etc.. We went straight from the Beograd airport to the home of Bojana’s family in the suburbs of Belgrade and all became reacquainted.

Bojana and I hugged; she introduced me to her family (father, mother and brother who was a high school student in Beograd).
Afterward, Darko showed me the room upstairs where I would sleep which was actually Bojana’s room also informing me of our three week itinerary; he had it all planned out. Darko told me we would all spend the night over Bojana’s house, the next day sleep at his apartment outside Beograd and later explained the next day we would stop at his father’s family’s house for dinner and leave from there making our way into Montenegro for a ten day vacation staying at his friend’s resort on Budva’s seaside coast. Along the way Darko told me he would give me the best tour I could ask for and he did. He showed me military installations and one of my favorite stops was the NATO bombed Chinese embassy which I stood in front of only several yards from.

My night at Bojana’s residence was wonderful. I was never showed as much love and hospitality as I did from her family. Although it was late in the evening (about 11pm Serbian time) when we arrived, Bojana’s mother, a wonderful woman, treated me as her own daughter. She insisted that Darko, Bojana and I enjoy what seemed a 10 course home cooked meal. She was still cooking while she served us a variety of cooked steaks, vegetables and pastries. And like many Italian families she insisted I tried and ate everything. To top the night off before bed Bojana and her father performed an accordion duet live in the kitchen for me. Apparently, Bojana and her father were professional accordion players and Bojana explained that her father’s employment consisted of playing nightly in a local bar. Thereafter, we went to bed with full stomachs.

The next morning we all enjoyed an equally exquisite breakfast. Bojana’s family had livestock in the backyard and her mother cooked us a fresh eggs and steak for breakfast like never before experienced. We said our parting goodbyes and left for Darko’s apartment in the hills of Beograd. We brought my suitcases in and upon entering I noticed there were lots of stray dogs around the apartment entrance. One in particular was very cute and Darko explained that the various residents fed it because it was so adorable. I found it interesting that so many old men were just hanging about the entrance to the apartment building drinking and just sitting there with seemingly nothing to do. They remained there throughout my entire trip.

Even when Ratko Mladic came to see me on my final day in Serbia in full military regalia giving me a parting gift (a book he inscribed to me entitled Serbija) while Darko took pictures of Mladic with his arm around me, the men remained there merely looking like old bums. Retrospectively, I wonder if they weren’t some watchmen and/or guards. Unto this day I always wondered what Darko did with those photos.

I was surprised what a very large apartment Darko owned. He showed me into his guest room and I unpacked my suitcases in just enough time to inform me I was to consolidate all my truly necessary items for Montenegro into one small bag that would reasonably fit into his trunk in the morning because he needed enough room for his and Bojana’s luggage also. He laughed at all the things I brought with me to Beograd telling me that I had no idea how to pack.

By the time I was done with that task Darko told me it was time to go meet some friends at a local café for coffee. It was late summer and the outside café’s in Beograd were the best ! We met up with a few friends in some restaurant in Beograd; there was about five of us sitting there just chatting and drinking coffee when I noticed an older gentleman sitting a few seats down with feathered salt and pepper colored hair not saying much except for an occasional laugh and nod at us. I wondered wherefore Darko a man about thirty would associate with such an older person, as for me being several years older than Darko, I thought to myself, what a cute guy. Then upon closer inspection, I realized it was doctor Radovan Karadzic. I knew he was a psychiatrist. By no means was this to be our last meeting. Throughout the time I spent in Serbia Darko met with Karadzic on many occasions in Beograd. The meetings were usually brief; only to exchange oral information and/or a few papers with Darko and whisper something or other in Darko‘s ear. He looks as the news media portrays him dressed in his gray wrinkled suit and tie and salt and pepper colored hair. He was a perfect gentleman all times I met him with Darko. After finishing our coffee, Darko said we ought leave and get a good nights rest because we had to leave early the next day for Montenegro.



The next morning we all got into Darko’s blue Audi (car) and left for his Father’s house. I remember arguing with Darko about wanting to bring lots of luggage with me and he replied I didn’t need all that stuff and I could only bring one normal sized bag with me and I had to leave the rest of my things at his apartment; I did. On the way to his father’s, Darko made a few important stops for the purpose of giving me the grand tour. We only stopped briefly at some military installations; we didn’t get out of the car. We drove up to the gates and Darko pointed out, “look Jill, this is an important military facility.” Darko always sarcastically smirked as he pointed out these places to me. The only place we got out was in front of the bombed out Chinese embassy in Beograd. There were Serbian military officers in front of the embassy. I was amazed owing to I always had thought bombed out buildings were totally demolished. But standing in front of the Chinese embassy that was bombed by the NATO in 1999 taught me the definition of a “smart bomb.”


Only the portion of the building hosting the embassy employees on the upper level of the building itself was demolished and in particular the window where the Chinese embassy officials worked. I could see in the window and I even got a sad glimpse of the Victorian styled chair sitting there empty in the bombed out window. I wondered who used to sit there and if they were dead or alive. No other parts of the building was seriously damaged. There were even flowers and trees still growing untouched in front of the building. I strongly believe that NATO knew exactly what they aimed at when they bombed the building.

I brought a digital camera with me on my trip but upon returning to the United States, all the film Darko claimed to snap for me was returned by my local film developer as blank. I wondered if Darko told me the truth about snapping photos for me at all. Throughout my trip he insisted on taking all the photos I wanted claiming I take poor pictures. It since crossed my mind he may have removed the film from my camera prior my departing Serbia so I could not take it back with me. One thing I am sure of is both Darko and Bojana refused having any photos taken of them throughout my entire stay.

After leaving the scene at the Chinese embassy, we made our way to the home of Darko’s father driving through a beautiful park not dissimilar to Central Park in Manhattan along the way. I can’t be certain what park it was because I didn’t know the geographical area; we soon arrived at our destination. Darko’s father lived in the most incredibly beautiful green hills in an area of Serbia existing somewhere between Beograd and Montenegro. Immediately upon entering and meeting his father, stepmother and grandmother who recently passed away, I felt part of the family. Although his family did not speak English, Darko and Bojana translated for me.

Darko’s grandmother was an extraordinarily warm and wise woman in whose presence I felt comfortable and happy the entire time. Before dinner there was the customary libation of grappa (a Serbian hard liquor of incredible potency). If only I could find grappa here in America. After another dinner that would give Manhattan’s top chefs a run for their money, Darko brought me upstairs into a guest room to take a nap.

I told him I was not tired but he insisted I nap saying we would be driving all night before reaching Montenegro and I need my rest. I must have slept an hour before he awakened me to say our parting goodbyes and begin our journey. I was extremely excited; Darko promised me a three week Adriatic holiday allowing me swimming privileges at every beach from Hercegovni to an area he said was only ten meters from Kosovo’s border. We couldn’t go into Kosovo Darko said because it was too dangerous. I knew Darko had been shot several times and almost killed in Kosovo previously so I didn’t push the issue. As a former lifeguard and avid swimmer, I couldn‘t wait for my vacation to start and Darko delivered it to me as promised.

The onset of our journey began at sunset; still adjusting to the time zone differential I dozed off in Darko’s backseat; for how long I’m uncertain. I dozed on and off until sunrise when we reached the Montenegrin border. I mean, there wasn’t much to see driving in the dark cover of night. The wider well lit highway we initially set out upon gradually narrowed as the highway lights became fewer. Eventually there were no highway lights at all. My body continuously shifted from one side of Darko’s backseat to the other making sleep difficult.
It was obvious the road we traversed was analogous to Pacific Coast Highway in California driving through Big Sur. It was mountainous, dangerously ridden with hairpin turns and no guardrails. In Montenegro, inexperienced travelers could almost mistake the scenery for Big Sur with the beautiful blue Adriatic sea hugging the bottoms of the cliffs we not so cautiously traveled. I asked Darko to slow down because he was driving like speed racer. He replied not to worry explaining he could drive these roads blindfolded he knew them well. I thought to myself, better safe than sorry buddy. It is a good thing I had some prescription Xanax with me, I popped one, maybe two just to relax while simultaneously trying to hide this act from Darko since he hated drugs in general. He especially hated my taking the prescription medications my doctor gave me saying I didn’t need them, they were addicting and poison. He also strongly disdained cigarettes; Bojana smoked covertly.

The sun was just rising when Darko awakened me excitedly pointing out the tunnel we were driving through. I think he said at the other end we’d be entering Montenegro. Driving to the Budva Riviera in Montenegro we drove through some similar tunnels; the scenery was unbelievably breathtaking. There is no other place in the world I’d rather be than in Budva Montenegro and I recommend everyone vacation there. We were making our way to a seaside resort a friend of Darko owned. Still driving like speed racer around the hairpin turns and mountainous cliffs compromising the road, we finally arrived at our destination safely. I admit Darko is an excellent driver; his driving is reminiscent of agent 007 in James Bond movies.

Because of the Kosovo war, there was not one functional ATM in either in Serbia and Montenegro. To be safe I split the five thousand dollars we had between Darko and I. I held onto half and he the other. One of my favorite stories I tell people of my trip is how I swam with my money throughout the trip; it made me feel secure always keeping some cash on me at all times; even when I was swimming a quarter mile out in the Adriatic sea. Darko told me not to; I did anyway.



Owing to that, the cash I held was often wet. One particular time we went to a bank in Montenegro. The banks there are so remarkably careful of counterfeiting, they refused exchanging my United States dollars for Euros because my money was wet; the three of us returned to the hotel using my blow dryer to evaporate the dollar bills until dried. The three of us henceforth joked about this saying we laundered the money.

Upon arriving at the resort, Darko introduced me to his friend and we worked out the financial gratuities for our stay. We paid him eight hundred United States dollars for ten days; meals included. Unlike hotels in America, meals meant an extremely large home cooked breakfast consisting of large varieties of meat, coffee and juice. Lunch and dinner consisted of many course meals where main dishes consisted of either freshly caught seafood or meat. Our accommodation consisted of two medium sized rooms with separate entrances; one for myself and another for Darko and Bojana. To reach the beach we only needed to walk across the street and down a small path; one could see Italy at the other end of the horizon on a clear day. I was ecstatic loving to swim. Since Bojana didn’t swim, Darko couldn’t always accompany me to the beach so I‘d just walk to it myself for periodic swims throughout the day; August was a very hot month. Of any country I’ve visited, Serbia and Montenegro wins my top prize for fun, food, beauty and hospitality. Everyone is friendly, warm, the atmosphere is relaxed and laid back and most persons speak some English owing to children learning English as a second language in school at a young age. Unfortunately, American school children do not grow up learning another language other than native English which leaves them I feel at an intellectual disadvantage.

Each day Darko took us to another beach for a day enjoying food, drink, music, perhaps some shopping and primarily, swimming. As long as I could swim for hours each day I was happy. By the time nighttime rolled in all of us were so tired each day we usually had dinner and retired early, except for one night. This just happened to be the one night of my entire vacation I was overly exhausted wanting to retire early at any cost. Inversely, this was the one evening both Darko and Bojana incredibly excited informed me to take a shower, dress and get ready for a big surprise.


When I asked Darko what this surprise was and its great importance being I was so tired; he merely insisted I go get ready for it. Darko was always very bossy in my estimation constantly telling us when to sleep, awakening Bojana and I up early, limiting our time before breakfast for dressing, blow drying our hair etc. which the two of us always complained about privately to each other. I always accepted this as part of his personality but this night it annoyed me to no end; I simply wanted sleep, surprise or not. As usual I gave into to Darko’s demands by hurrying to my room, showering, changing, and preparing myself for a night out. If you’re a woman, you understand when you have a crush on someone as I did Darko, you usually give into his demands easily; so I did.

Upon changing, Dark and Bojana were waving me to hurry to the car; exhausted I got in and slammed the door. Less than ten minutes up the pitch black road Darko pulled the car over and we got out. Darko and Bojana said, “Hurry Jill look down there.” At the bottom of the cliffs was the most beautiful city of lights I’ve ever seen. Darko said proudly, “this is Budva Jill, that‘s where we are going.” It was many times more beautiful that Paris or Manhattan at night and situated in a valley about a mile and a half wide forcing the Montenegrin peninsula farther out. It was a remarkably amazing sight, Budva itself being lit up with a wide variety of bright lights surrounded by an aura of pitch black. By this time Bojana started complaining to Darko to move his car in more because someone may come around the sharp turn in the darkness sideswiping it. Darko never worried much about illegal parking or his speed limit owing to whenever getting pulled over, he just made manifest to the officer his huge governmental badge and they let him go; the badge was at least three times larger than the usual American police officer badge and was gold in color.

Darko became annoyed with Bojana’s complaints so we returned to the car, got in and descended about five minutes down the treacherously dark road into Budva and parked. I couldn’t believe it! It was like a dream, We walked down around Budva, Darko pointing out everything.

We stopped to have a drink at one of the many outdoor bar/café’s and listened to the live entertainment while we sipped our drinks. Then I went to buy another bathing suit at a small shop when Darko told me to follow him and Bojana into the most amazing bar I’ve ever seen, anywhere in the world. The bar itself was actually a small island rocky island; to reach it one had to walk underground maybe a little less than one quarter mile. Upon entering the bar it had many levels; all outside surrounded by the roaring nighttime surf of the sea and live entertainment. I saw a few people illegally swimming and asked Darko if I could swim there too. He informed me the swimming was closed for the evening. We ordered drinks and sat there chilling for a while. On the walk back Darko showed me all the gambling casinos along the Riviera. It looked like anyone could get whatever they wanted in Budva if they had the correct amount of money with them. Montenegro was to me akin to a luxurious playground for the ultra rich, famous as well as infamous. We then walked back via way of the tunnel, stopped at a small outdoor restaurant all ordering a type of delicious pancake we enjoyed by dipping it in chocolate syrup and drove back to the hotel to get some rest.

The next day Darko took merely us to another gorgeous beach. It was reminiscent of Greece. The water was sapphire blue, clear and warm. The beach itself was not large, but completely hidden by huge rocky cliffs. The three of us took a kind of small craft about a quarter of a mile out into the Adriatic; Darko and I jumped in for a swim. Bojana was partially nude sunbathing at the time on the boat and since she was unable to swim, Darko teased her by stealing her clothes, pretending not to give them back to her. She immediately became upset demanding Darko return her clothes; Darko soon complied with her demands. Thereafter, we ended the day with lunch and drinks. The following day was one of my vacation high points. We visited the Ostrog monastery.

Driving to the Ostrog monastery was long, hot and boring. It lied somewhere deep beyond the Montenegrin coastline inland. We drove a long windy road without even so much as a store on it. After a couple of hours, Darko stopped for lunch at the only restaurant I noticed the entire trip. You’d think it would be small being situated in the middle of what I considered, “nowhere.” However, this was not the case.

There was actually a long line and tons of people there having lunch. I could only imagine like us they were on their way to visit Ostrog. The restaurant itself was classy and I can only liken it to seeing a luxurious restaurant in the middle of the Mohave desert. While I was visiting Ostrog monastery in Montenegro, Darko introduced me to a Serbian priest asking me if I wanted confession. The man looked almost verbatim to Karadzic in his monks getup. I mean the way the latest news photos of Karadzic in his monk getup looks. I only became cognizant of this recently since the photos of him since his arrest have been made publicly manifest. In particular I remember the priest’s large darker curl on the top of this priest’s head like in the recent Karadzic photos; I wondered who would make their monks hair like that. This priest blessed me and told Darko in Serbian he could not hear my confession owing to his not understanding English well. He gave me a gift, a book about the monastery itself which I gave to Archbishop John LoBue in West Milford (my priest).

While visiting Ostrog, we venerated the holy relics leaving an offering of either food or money at the door leading to the holy relics; I can’t remember which now. Leaving, we looked around the gift shop, had coffee at the small Ostrog monastery café and Darko gave me a tour where the monks sleep and shower. Then we made the long drive back to the hotel. We had the usual dinner at which time Bojana was overcome with a terrible toothache. I told her I’d pay for the filling tomorrow; Darko knew a dentist 10 meter from Kosovo‘s border. Tomorrow we‘d swim there and have Bojana‘s tooth looked at. The town we went to the next day possessed an ethnic Albanian majority and organized crime was everywhere.

Before retiring for the evening I went for a small walk around the corner from the hotel to buy some snacks; there was a small store there. I never felt endangered at any time by anyone. During my stay in Montenegro I walked to the store myself almost daily buying drinks and other items I could enjoy privately in my room at night. I never noticed previously to that evening’s walk just how many persons actually were vacationing from Western Europe in Budva the fall 2002 like me.


After promenading to the store, upon returning to the hotel, a German man sitting outside the hotel and speaking in broken English introduced himself. When I told him that I was from New Jersey in the United States he became extremely interested and warmly said he is pleased I was able to enjoy the area. I replied, “I was tired and needed to retire.” Saying he understood he returned to his card game.

We had the usual dinner at which time Bojana was overcome with a terrible toothache. I told her I’d pay for the filling tomorrow; Darko knew a dentist ten meters from Kosovo‘s border. Tomorrow we‘d swim there and have Bojana‘s tooth looked at. The town we went to the next day possessed an ethnic Albanian majority and organized crime was everywhere.

We awoke early as to get Bojana to the dentist. This is actually where the Montenegrin bank had refused to exchange our money for Euros. Managing cash was difficult in Serbia and Montenegro owing to that the national currency in Serbia was still dinars and in Montenegro it was Euros. Most businessman preferred either Euros or American dollars, but one never knew which.

Upon parking, Darko led the way down the busy street towards the dentist who I remember being an ethnic Albanian man. Apparently, they visited this dentist previously and he was extremely friendly. Not at any time did any ethnic Albanians cause me, Darko or Bojana any problems because I was American and they were Serb. The dentist was going to take a while and since the bank would not exchange our American dollars for Euros, we could buy neither lunch nor anything else and we all possessed a ravenous hunger for lunch.

Ignoring Darko’s warnings not to go wondering myself, I left the dentist office under the pretense of going for a walk while Bojana had her dental work completed. Before Darko could catch me I was gone. I walked up the main street about one mile and began asking people in English where I could exchange United States currency for Euros. I came upon a well dressed ethnic Albanian high school student, a girl speaking perfect English who told me to walk up the street about another half mile and when I see men selling the cigarettes outside on a bridge table, ask them to do the deed; I did.

The girl asked me about America saying her greatest wish was to study in New York City one day. When I told her about my experience at the New School for Social Research, being dismissed for my anti NATO views on the Kosovo war she replied to me, “maybe she was wrong about wanting to study in Manhattan.”

I made my way to the table with about five ethnic Albanian men hanging about selling cigarettes and asked them in English if they could exchange money for me; they did. They were definitely organized crime. They took my wet cash, examined the bills, one man walked into an apartment building with my cash while I merely waited. He didn‘t rob me and returned with my Euros. Surprisingly, I found everyone in both Serbia and Montenegro very honorable in their business dealings; even if those dealings are organized crime.

Upon receiving my Euros from the men, I walked away back to see if Bojana was through with the dentist; she was. I excitedly told Darko that I had successfully managed to exchange American dollars for Euros thinking he’d be pleased with me; he wasn’t. Darko was always very protective of me. Instead of commending me he immediately got very angry; scolding me he said exchanging money illegally in the streets of Montenegro was both illegal and dangerous. You can’t change the past so I diplomatically apologized and Darko soon forgot his anger I lieu of the fact that now we all could have lunch. Afterward, Darko brought us to a beautiful beach nearby. The majority of the sunbathers were ethnic Albanian and again no one harassed us based on our ethnicity. I tried pushing Darko into driving into Kosovo but he flatly refused. I found it interesting that the international news at this time was reporting that there were hundreds of thousands of homeless ethnic Albanians being ethnically cleansed to Albania, I did not see one ethnic Albanian or Roma homeless on the streets anywhere. All seemed normal only ten meters from the Kosovo border. After a day of swimming and partially nude sunbathing, we returned to the hotel.

Insofar as sequence of events, at this junction in time it was the last few days I spent in Montenegro; it’s difficult now to remember the exact timeline of events. In other words, I remember visiting Old Town and Podgorica also in Montenegro but uncertain of which locations we visited first. During the last two days, Darko took me one day to Old Town in Montenegro for dinner; there we greatly enjoyed an expensive seafood meal after which we walked around. Darko got a parking ticket that night in Old Town and greatly complained about its five dollar fee; for some, five dollars is equal to an entire week pay in Serbia. I think I offered him the five dollars for the ticket feeling guilty because it was only for my benefit he parked there at all. Darko wanted to show me Old Town; he already knew what the beautiful cobble stone streets looked like.

We also went to the Montenegrin capital, Podgorica. I really don’t remember much of Podgorica except for walking around the streets one night. Since we didn’t swim there so it wasn’t a high point for me. When our ten day stay in Montenegro was finished we all packed and returned the way we came in Darko’s car. The day before we left, Darko’s car required maintenance. We didn’t have enough cash on hand left to pay for the needed repairs so I called Arnold Stark, my fiancée in the states, asking him to please wire us five hundred dollars cash to Montenegro; he did. This is a fact that Arnold himself can verify being that he alone possesses the charge card receipt for wiring us the money through Western Union to a town not far from Budva. With Darko’s car repairs complete, we returned home for Beograd.

On the way back to Beograd we made two more important stops. One was Hercegovni where we met up with Darko’s cousin, a soon to be freshman college student and her friends. We had a couple of drinks, snapped some photos and Darko and I went for a quick swim in the sea. When it began to rain, we called it a day. The other stop was somewhere on the way back, where I have no idea. We pulled up to a large lake. Darko pulled his car onto a large ferry boat. There were some people on the ferry, but primarily soldiers from the Serbian military. Reaching the other side we drove around but I can’t remember much.

Returning on the ferry, we piled into Darko’s car and appeared at his apartment several hours later. We were all extremely exhausted and passed out as soon as possible in our separate rooms. Again, we walked past the same old men sitting in front of Darko’s apartment building seeming to do nothing; they waved at us.




There were only two days left of my vacation at this point; I didn’t feel like doing much of anything. I’d come down with terrible stomach symptoms that began in Budva several days prior. This was probably owing to my ignoring Darko and Bojana’s warning not to drink tap water but only bottled; a lesson I ought have learned in Indonesia as a young girl. We were all feeling tired and slightly under the weather merely wanting to recuperate. Notwithstanding, Darko, always an avid early morning riser, insisted we promenade Beograd’s renown indoor marketplace; an extremely large indoor flea market. We walked approximately an hour or two. I tried on several dresses before finally buying myself one; the type I can’t recall. Bojana bought herself Serbian brand makeup after which Darko informed us it’s time to leave.

Shopping was always boring to Darko unless it was for himself and during his stay in the United States Darko, Bojana and I hit many malls in New York and New Jersey such as Willow brook in Wayne, New Jersey. Other favorite stores we often visited were Daffy’s and Macy’s in Forest Hills, Queens, New York. I vividly remember the Republika Srpska diplomatic contact to the Hague court in the Netherlands visiting. Me, Darko, he whose name was Dan in English, along with my daughter little Jill went to Macy’s at the Willow brook Mall in Wayne NJ allowing Dan to buy some gifts for his girlfriend back in Bosnia. Afterwards, we all enjoyed a wonderful lunch at Six Brothers Diner on Route 46 not to far from Montclair State University in New Jersey.

I can’t recall whether it was prior to vacationing in Budva or after, but close to the Beograd marketplace we visited the apartment of a Serbian basketball player and his disc jockey roommate (the walls of the apartment were covered with music CD’s from around the world). It was a very impressive CD collection. He said he often spent time in Manhattan studying when not having to compete.

I became increasingly sad during this time owing that in another day I’d again be saying goodbye to the man I loved, Darko; perhaps leaving Serbia forever. I wanted to stay and live in Beograd permanently but I had duties to my graduate studies at FDU in Hackensack, New Jersey. Had I known the university (FDU) would be soon dismissing me from their graduate program similarly to the New School for Social Research, I would have stayed in Beograd. I always told Darko my greatest desire was to live in Serbia and/or Montenegro. He always replied, “Jill you have your children and your studies now. After your children leave and you complete your graduate degree, then you can come reside in my country.” After the New School discriminated against me and I was recently receiving poor grades at FDU from professors that had formerly studied and graduated from the New School themselves, I felt I wanted to leave America thinking strongly I would have more academic freedom in Serbia. In fact during my entire Serbian trip, I discovered that myself and others freely spoke our minds on a myriad of subjects such as politics and theology without being badgered. This was my personal experience and I know allegedly not all Serb citizenry under previous regimes enjoyed such privilege.

Upon leaving the marketplace we enjoyed lunch at Darko’s which Bojana prepared; she was an excellent cook! My favorite Serbian food is Gibanica (I think this is the correct spelling). Gibanica is an exquisite main dish comprised of Greek filo dough, beef, cheese and sometimes spinach baked in layers similarly to Italian lasagna. After lunch, I decided to walk by myself to a local store for purchasing some items. I wanted some air alone outside not wanting Darko to see me cry. As aforementioned, I became extremely sad about returning to the United States the following day. When returning to the apartment, Darko suggested I nap a while so I did. I don’t remember what time it was when Darko knocked on my door waking me up. He informed me we were heading out soon to meet up with a friend of his named, Sharko, he wanted to introduce me.

We left Darko’s apartment after dusk and about ten minutes later parked nearby a beautiful green park lined with trees along the river, somewhere in Beograd. Uncertain exactly where we were going, I allowed Darko and Bojana to lead.

Strolling down the narrow paved path a few feet wide cutting into a grassy hill, we headed directly towards a boat restaurant. Traversing the small shaky wooden bridge, we boarded. The place was empty; we were the only persons present besides one waitress. We sat as follows; Darko and Bojana sat next to each other as in American restaurant booth’s and I sat alone across vis-à-vis. The boat itself was very luxurious resembling the interior of several large boats formerly owned by the late Aristotle Onassis. I have several books on Aristotle Onassis so I have seen photos of the interior of his large boats. The waitress came over to take our order; there was no menu. We verbally told her which libation we wanted; as she walked away Sharko came in. Sharko was Ratko Mladic; he wore old faded blue jeans sagging a bit around his waist.

I wasn’t scared at all. When first shaking hands with Mr. Mladic I thought quietly, this couldn’t possibly be happening; but it in objective reality it was really happening. I’ve met many interesting people since graduating WPUNJ in New Jersey in 1997. I personally coined the term, extreme sociologist which I consider myself. I may not be rich, but achieved my scholarly goals notwithstanding either FDU or the New School for Social Research in Manhattan dismissing me from their graduate study programs. Since completing my undergraduate degree, I’ve desired to better understand our world by meeting with and talking with the world’s most controversial individuals. I believe in traveling to hidden and seemingly remote places around the world, partaking in local cultural activities for better understanding wherefore people behave as they do.

Mladic first seated himself across from me, in a separate chair the right of Darko. The waitress returned asking Mladic what he preferred to drink; he ordered expensive wine saying jokingly it was “two hundred dollars a bottle,” smiling. I was already drinking an alcoholic beverage of some sort I can’t remember along with Bojana. Darko rarely drank and sipped on something non-alcoholic. Extolling me to Mladic, Darko explicated whereby I was the only American college student standing firm on grave issues pertaining to international justice insofar, the NATO and the former Yugoslavia.


Darko finished boasting about me to Mladic after which I in an extremely forceful forthright manner explained to Mladic my political views insofar as NATO’s breaching international law by launching military aggression against the former Yugoslavia, by bombing the Chinese embassy in Beograd, and, by purposely bombing other civilian targets in Serbia and Montenegro in 1999. I have a film of when NATO bombed a newborn baby hospital unit in Beograd; disgraceful!

Mladic seemed impressed with my viewpoints on war and peace. He was very warm friendly man; very relaxed and laid back. He smiled the entirety we were chilling out just enjoying each other’s company and drink. Hanging out with Mladic was no different than chilling with my other friends back in America. I ordered another drink with Darko’s disapproval. As aforementioned, Darko strongly disdained mind altering substances, always trying to help me overcome my craving for them. Then, Mladic opened his wallet, showing me photos of his wife and children; he had a very attractive family as portrayed in his wallet sized photos. I think he missed them, perhaps empathizing to the loss I felt being estranged with my own two children for so many agonizing years.

Like General Mladic, I possess very few photos of my own children. The photos Mladic had in his wallet were obviously very old because his children were still very young in the pictures. It was evident he didn’t have any recent photos of his family in many years; I sympathized with him in this respect. After reminiscing over family photos he got up sitting next to me across from Darko and Bojana. I let him hold my hand gently massaging it. He kissed my hand, inviting me to spend the night with him in the hills of Beograd; I declined on account of my strong Orthodox Christian theological convictions. I admit Mladic having warm inviting hands and greatly enjoying the manner in which he touched me. I did consider him an attractive man; yet as aforementioned I declined his invitation. He accepted my decision although he did ask me again; again I replied the same answer. It was getting late and I was departing Serbia the following day in the afternoon. Still sipping my drink, I began urging Darko to return to America with me making a life for himself teaching as a professor at a university.

In retrospect, I now feel tremendous guilt and shame because of my advances towards Darko owing to Bojana my best friend sitting there with me vis-à-vis. Feeling a bit tipsy from drinking, Mladic continued making sexual advances towards urging me to go home with him. Darko laughed seemingly thinking Mladic’s advances towards me were cute stating, “go ahead Jill, spend the night with Sharko, it’s fine…Sharko‘s a good friend of mine…don‘t worry if you want to…I promise you’ll not miss your flight back to America tomorrow…“ I continued declining the advances and when it became obvious I wouldn’t change my mind, Darko said we had to leave because I had to finish packing for my flight and get a good nights sleep.

We all departed identically to boarding the boat restaurant, crossing the small narrow wooden bridge; Sharko/ Mladic departed with us. After exiting, Mladic and I stood in front of the boat restaurant for several minutes. I began crying because I loved Serbia not wanting to leave the next day. Mladic pulled me close to him and embracing me, he kissed both my cheeks. I kissed his cheeks also embracing him.

Darko and Bojana were walking ahead towards the car leaving me and Mladic alone. Knowing, I’d continue crying, I broke our embrace saying “goodbye.” Mladic promised to visit me the next day dressed in his full military uniform before I left Serbia. I didn’t want to part; but I did. I saw Darko and Bojana walking towards their car up the grassy hill and followed. I walked briskly catching up with them; I was exhausted and still had to finish packing back at Darko‘s apartment. Once more I turned and saw Mladic drive away in an old brown Mercedes Benz on its left front side. I was surprised to see it was scratched and slightly dented. Arriving back at Darko’s place, I completed preparations for departing the following day and fell fast asleep.

The next day I woke up around mid morning feeling depressed so I went for a walk to a local store picking up some things. Returning to Darko’s, we were standing outside his apartment discussing something when I turned seeing Mladic approaching me in full military regalia. We shook hands glad seeing each other. Of all photos I’ve seen online, Mladic never looked better than he did then.
His military uniform was clean, ironed and he wore every military metal ever earned it seemed to me. He was as honorably decorated as any of the American Joint Chief’s of Staff; even wearing his gold colored in sigma upon his green military cap. He had many gold colored metals hanging from his uniform on the left side by his chest. I was privileged to see him this way; I confess being impressed.

I was surprised to say the very least. Darko said to stand next to Mladic insisting on snapping some photos of the two of us. Mladic placed his arm around my shoulder and I his; we both smiled as Darko snapped some photos. When finished Mladic presented me with a gift. The book I posted online for you all to view, signing it to me under the alias name, Sharko thanking me for beautiful times spent together in Beograd. We embraced and he left as Darko interjected saying we had to hurry to the airport before I miss my flight.

Darko’s German friend delivered me back to Beograd airport the same manner as picked up. There was little time, my flight was actually locking the gate and about to depart without me. Darko ran up to someone important showing his governmental badge as I recall, asking them to hold the flight until I board. There was hardly time for JAT to weigh my luggage; they did however inform me it weighed over the limit allowed. Darko said there was no time to be picky about what I was bringing back to the States ; I obeyed leaving one full suitcase behind with him as to not miss my flight. Quickly helped me through customs and the gate, I tried prolonging our goodbye. Darko didn’t want seeing him cry and urged me on as the Serbian flight attendant waved me to hurry. The gate was closed up and I had to run with my carry on to board the plane. One last time I turned briefly to see Darko; he tried hiding the tears swelling in his eyes as I. I took my seat on the JAT flight back home to America. Upon reaching JFK my luggage was lost and it was delivered over the weekend to my home in Bloomingdale New Jersey. This is what it’s like to chill with the most ruthless men in the world. No biggie really.

THE END

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Miss Jill Louise Starr [Director of LPC New York]
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To: All Interested Parties
Date: March 11th 2001
Subject: Int’l Criminal Court Preparatory Commission Meeting Report [Draft Documents on
Establishing a Permanent ICC]
March 1st – March 9th 2001
United Nations, N.Y.C.
Dear Friends and Colleagues,
In the true spirit of former United States President, Woodrow Wilson’s American Democratic
Ideals#, I hereby forward you draft documents from the recent United Nations meetings held
in New York City on establishing a permanent International Criminal Court.
I strongly believe, if all countries in our world will soon be submitting both themselves and
their citizenry to a new ICC establishment possessing exclusive international legal jurisdiction
over the entire world, that you should fully comprehend its meaning and raison d’etat.
Hence, I believe that all persons possessing a strong commitment to enhancing democracy,
internationally applying equitable social justice and peace for our perpetual human survival and for our posterity [without prejudice], should read these documents.
Respectfully Yours,
Miss Jill Louse Starr
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lpcyusa said...

How New Jersey Police Beat Me Up For Being a Jewish Woman (My Grandafather Was A Rabbi in Russia Too)!

Kridel Lawfirm (Clifton, New Jersey) Bribes Andre Chapman (JIll's Ex-Husband) & Brant Snell for False Statements

Against Her/COMPARATIVE ANALYSIS: WHEREBY MLADIC & KARADZIC TREATED ME WEST MILFORD

DETECTIVES HARRY SHORTWAY & PETER VAN GILST


I ask the New Jersey attorney general to disbar:
Kridel Law Group in Clifton, New Jersey
Contact Information
Phone: 973-470-0800
Fax: 973-472-1909

I originally requested the lawfirm be disbarred from practicing law in the state of New Jersey back when I was attending

William Paterson College in New Jersey prior to 1997.

http://eu4uyuedje.blogspot.com/ (Original Source Website Blog)

It is public information any national news media group in America can prove beyond any doubt, by merely asking for it at

the local Pompton Lakes New Jersey Court Clerk:

1) James A. Kridel Esq., his lawfirm, the West Milford Prosecutor (at that time between 1991-1997), my former landlord

from whom I rented an apartment from, Brant Snell, his brother (joint owner of Snell’s property in Bloomingdale NJ,

along with Harry Shortway and the West Milford Police Force, committed bribery, conspired to commit extortion with

malicious intent against me, and also committed physical acts of terroristic threats against me at the Snell’s residence I

rented.

2) This occurred when the West Milford police responded to a phone call emanating from Brant Snell and arrived outside

my apartment. I had also called them simultaneously because Brant Snell and his brother were threatening me all day

attempting to get me to leave my apartment; neither men filed legal eviction procedings agsainst me.

4) Sgt, Laughlin and co-conspiritors arrived on the scene proceding to cut my phone line at the Snell’s, then proceeding to

threaten me outside my apartment. The police on the scene included red haired Sgt. Laughlin formerly beating my head

against his squad car in West Milford NJ when taking custody of my two children from me giving custody to my ex

husband, Andre Chapman.

All men involved i nthis incident malicously intended endangering my life, reputation and well being; they sucessed. They

also succeeded causing irreparable and permanant emotional harm forever to my two children now adults; my son

currently having a son of his own.

Both men, my ex-husband Andre Chapman along with former landlord Brant Snell admitted their guilt openly in Pompton

Lakes Court before the presiding judge then.

Andre Chapman, my ex husband admitted committing this vile crime against me and my two children to gain continunal

custody rights over my two children at that time, and, Brant Snell for wanting to evict me from my apartment because I

would not have sex with him when I was a student at that time when I rented from him. And, owing to my police report I

filed stating the truth: that he illegally entered my upstairs apartment from his house attempting on numerous occasion to

have sexual relations with me and abuse me against my will through intimidation. Brant Snell also refused to allow me to

lock my upstairs apartment and entered at his own will for several nights.

Harry Shortway told me he strongly suspected Brant Snell and his friend from Vernon NJ having to do with the Vernon

New Jersey rapist/murders that occured at, Waywayanda State Park in West Milford NJ. Harry Shortway asked me to

see what evidence I could get to him against Snell from my apartment leading up to his attic.
I did and it was very suspicous. Snell kept old newspaper clippings of the rapes and murders etc.. Shortway never

arrested either man. SNell’s friend even told me he was up at the Waywaynda Park harrassing women at that time.

The judge fined my ex husband, warning both men and Kridel himself.

The NJ State Attorney General then, completely ignored my complaints afterwhich. I drove to Fort Dix Military Base

complaining to the internal affairs officer who told me that Harry Shortway was affiliated with too powerful an

organization for him to do anyting to help me.

The Kridel lawfirm was allowed to continue practicing their so-called “law” in the state of NJ.

More to Come on them but I was slandered forever and my reputation ruined because my ex husband had told Kridel

lawfirm that “My Wife Jill Starr has a gun and she will use it.”

I never did and it was a lie!
And they wanted to either kill me and/or prove I was too unstable mentally to stand before the Int’l Criminal Court for

Serbia (?) Obviously YES!

I admit often wondering in the post 1999 Kosovo environment when and if:
Bill Clinton will send the NATO to the west milford municipal building for committing agregeous violations of human

rights and genocide against jews and blacks in the State of NJ and in Passaic County in general.

Now that my articles can be proven by court transcripts. I AWAIT MY MONETARY SETTLEMENT! I cannot come fast

enough. When Harry Shortway became andry at me because my ex husband threatened to turn him and his gang into

authorities for dealing cocaine in the Highcrest Lake area of West Milford the West Milford Police all of a sudden

decided they would try me on about 10 traffic tickets. I was forced to come to the municipal building for the case.

My ex husband new about the cocaine dealing in conjunction with te West Milford Police department because he was

living a Treetop Apartments during the time my family moved there when I met my ex husband back when I attended

Walter T Bergen School in Bloomingdale NJ as a young 13 year old girl. My husband was into drugs and bought cocaine

from Shanahan a former West Milford Police Officer involved and thrown off the force for cocaine dealing. Apparently

my ex husband told me that Harry Shortway was invovled in dealing drugs to my ex husband and his friends back at

Treetop during those days.

Jill Starr members.fortunecity... Feb 19 2009
bloomingdale, United States


Harry Shortway originally became angry with me because my ex husband threatened to turn him and his associates into

internal affairs Mr. Sorchinski (alias Zoro in the West Milford Police Force of Internal Affairs up there then) for dealing

cocaine in the Highcrest Lake area of West Milford.

Thereafter, the West Milford Police all of a sudden decided they would try me on about 10 traffic tickets. I was homeless

then because they threw me out of my home, gave custody rights of my two children and assisted my ex husband in

throwing ALL my property and clothing in the local garbage; even though the Paterson Domestic Violence Courts at that

time gave me a court order to have the West Milford Police assist me and help me get my property out of the house I had

lived in at Highcrest saftly. In any event, they (West Milford Courts) forced to come to the municipal building for the case.

My ex husband new about the cocaine dealing in conjunction with the West Milford Police department because he was

living a Treetop Apartments during the time my family moved there when I met my ex husband back, and, when I attended

Walter T Bergen School in Bloomingdale NJ as a young 13 year old girl. My husband was into drugs and bought cocaine

from Shanahan a former West Milford Police Officer involved and thrown off the police force for cocaine dealing at

Treetop Apartments.

My ex husband, ANdre Chapman told me he threatened Harry Shortway because he was jealous I thought he was ”cute”

and Andre Chapman told me that Harry Shortway was involved in dealing drugs to my ex husband and his friends back at

Treetop during those days when I was a yong girl.

The West Milford Prosecutor also used a court protected document i.e., my Passaic County Diagnostic Exam in the

traffic violations case against me which he later dropped at once when I pointed out it made him in ”Contempt of Cort’ in

the case for handling it and even for looking at that document which was only allowed for viewing by either myself or my

attorneys in my custody case.

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COMPARATIVE ANALYSIS: WHEREBY MLADIC & KARADZIC TREATED ME WEST MILFORD DETECTIVES

HARRY SHORTWAY & PETER VAN GILST

Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Comparing Whereby Karadzic & Mladic Treate Me W/NJ Deteecties Harry SHarry Shortway, Pete Van Gilst,

Sorchinski Could Face Murder Charges Sources Sa
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Harry Shortway, Pete Van Gilst, Sorchinski Could Face Murder Charges Sources Say>>

The Instablog.Com website administration today stated on my blog account, I am no longer authorized to submit articles

for some unknown reason. I surmise the reason may be I’m submitting too many articles at once. Hence, I opened an

additional account just so I could post this follow up comment on my previously written article entitled, Comparing West

Milford Detectives in New Jersey to the Treatment Received By Karadzic and Mladic in Serbia.

Please read it.

It is an extremely important legal case I am submitting to the Hague Court in the Netherlands as an individual

complainant from here in the United States of America. I hope it will set an international precedent even in America

people are abused by government officers.

I am fully convinced after almost a decade of asking the legal governmental authorities at local, state and federal levels

here in the United States of America to arrest and try Detective Harry Shortway and his Sgt. Laughlin in a court of law in

America for attempting to murder me and moreover physically and emotionally torturing me and my family in 1990/1991,

it is clear,

the United States of America is either unwilling OR incapable of taking the bold moral measures to arrest Harry

Shortway and associates giving him a fair trial here in America similarly to what American diplomats such as Hillary

Clinton accuse Serbia of not submitting General Mladic to the Hague for trial.

Hypocritical America, don’t you agree (?)

This makes a mockery of genuine ideals insofar as human rights in America while manifesting extremely gross violations

of human rights against me as well as attempted genocide committed against me by Harry Shortway (on account of

allegedly wanting to kill me because I derive from a Jewish family background and was then married to a black on

account of his fascist affiliations with the National Alliance KKK group). These crimes against me occurred only thirty

minutes away from the United Nations Security Council in Manhattan; I, Jill Starr am an American citizen and previously

wrote the UN about this in the early 1990s.

All together now let’s remember the crime of ‘genocide’ in and of itself, can be the attempt to kill one OR thousands of

members of any ethnic, religious group.

More to come on this story.
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I AM OFFERING A FINANCIAL REWARD FOR ANY AND ALL INFORMATION LEADING TO CAPTURE AND

ARREST OF DETECTIVE HARRY SHORTWAY FORMER WEST MILFORD NEW JERSEY DETECTIVE AND

HIS SGT. LAUGHLIN AND ASSOCIATES:

1) SGT. LAUGHLIN (IS A TALL RED HAIRED MAN OVER 6 FEET IN HEIGHT AND SLIM BUILD- HE IS NOT

VERY INTELLIGENT).

SGT. LAUGHLIN WAS LAST SEEN BY ME IN BACK OF RYAN MACHINE COMPANY IN THE DRIVEWAY OF

THE HOUSE I USED TO RENT WITH MY FAMILY OFF MACOPIN ROAD IN WEST MILFORD NEW JERSEY

YANKING ME BY MY LONG HAIR AND BANGING MY HEAD AGAINST HIS POLICE CAR WHILE HIS ROCKIE

PARTNER COP WATCHED. THEN HE SHOVED ME INTO HIS POLICE CAR IN HANDCUFFING WHICH HE

CONTINUED TIGHTENING AGAINST MY WRISTS TILL THEY BEGAN BLEEDING IN PAIN WHILE I CRIED

OUT IN AGONY AND TEARS FOR HIM TO STOP; HE WOULD NOT STOP AND CONTINUE LAUGHING WHILE

HE DROVE ME TO UP TO SEE SHORTWAY WHO WAS WAITING FOR ME AT THE WEST MILFORD POLICE

STATION.

I AM OFFERING A FINANCIAL REWARD FOR ANY AND ALL INFORMATION LEADING TO CAPTURE AND

ARREST OF DETECTIVE HARRY SHORTWAY FORMER WEST MILFORD NEW JERSEY DETECTIVE AND

HIS SGT. LAUGHLIN AND ASSOCIATES:

1) SGT. LAUGHLIN (IS A TALL RED WAVY HAIRED MAN OVER 6 FEET IN HEIGHT AND SLIM BUILD- HE IS

NOT VERY INTELLIGENT).

SGT. LAUGHLIN WAS LAST SEEN BY ME IN BACK OF RYAN MACHINE COMPANY IN THE DRIVEWAY OF

THE HOUSE I USED TO RENT IN HIGHCREST LAKE COMMUNITY WITH MY FAMILY OFF MACOPIN ROAD

IN WEST MILFORD NEW JERSEY YANKING ME BY MY LONG HAIR AND BANGING MY HEAD AGAINST HIS

POLICE CAR ABOUT TEN TIMES NONSTOP WHILE HIS ROCKIE PARTNER COP STOOD THERE DOING

NOTHING MERELY WATCHING ME BE ABUSED.

THEN SGT LAUGHLIN SHOVED ME INTO HIS POLICE CAR IN HANDCUFFS WHICH HE CONTINUED

TIGHTENING AGAINST MY WRISTS TILL THEY BEGAN BLEEDING IN PAIN WHILE I CRIED OUT IN AGONY

AND TEARS FOR HIM TO STOP; HE WOULD NOT STOP AND CONTINUED LAUGHING WHILE HE DROVE

ME TO UP TO SEE SHORTWAY WHO WAS WAITING FOR ME AT THE WEST MILFORD POLICE STATION.

THIS FINANCIAL REWARD IS CONTINGENT UPON ANY FINANCIAL SETTLEMENT I MAY RECEIVE IN THE

FUTURE FROM THE THREE GRADUATE SCHOOLS FORMERLY DISCRIMINATING AGAINST ME IN THE

MOST VILE MANNERS IN THE NJ AND NYC AREAS.

I WILL OFFER SPLIT EQUITABLE FINANCIAL REWARD OF 50% OF ANY MONEY I RECEIVE TO THOSE

AGENCIES AND/OR INDIVIDUALS COURAGEOUS ENOUGH TO HELP BRING THESE RUTHLESS

DETECTIVES AND THEIR SGT’S TO JUSTICE AND JAIL.

AND, IF AMERICAN CANNOT FIND THE MORAL AND POLITICAL WILLPOWER TO BRING THEM TO

JUSTICE AND TRIAL HERE IN THE USA, I WANT THEM EXTRADITED TO THE HAGUE ICC COURT.

In friendship and diplomacy my reputation for honesty proceeds me so all interested persons and/or parties in helping me

bring Shortway and his Sgt Laughlin from West Milford NJ to trial at teh Hague,

can rest assured I will uphold my end of the reward agreement shall I receive financial settlement myself from the

aforementioned colleges in the near future.

lpcyusa said...

I Felt many Times Safer With General Ratko Mladic Than I Do Sitting Alone In My Apartment In Bloomingdale, NJ USA

As an after thought on my book. I doubt very much that I met Mr. Mladic on a ”baor restaurant.” There was no one else

present having dinner.

It as more like a living and/or conference setting and seems to me now to be more like a private yacht. I have never really

been on one before but it reminded me of photos I’ve seen of the interior of Onassis’s yachts.

I felt many times more safer sitting with General Ratko Mladic Than I Do Sitting At Home In My Apartment In

Bloomingdale, NJ US!

Although it may sound foreign to many here in America, I would feel safer having the Serbian Army as my bodyguards

here at my house in Bloomingdale, NJ where I rent a small apartment to protect me from the local townships’ corrupt law

enforcement officials and if I had teh finances I hire a few.

Jill Starr
I grew up traveling the world with my parents at age 7. I remember being on the island of Java in 1970/71 going

swimming in the pool at Hotel InterContinentel surrounded by armed soldiers; and, and flying over Vietnam and my father

pointing out "look Jill we are flying over Vietnam now..." with my Mom. The interesting thing was no commercial airlines

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fairness, preventive diplomacy, crimes against humanity, serbia, kosovo, montenegro, edcuation, west milford,

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11:48 AM 5/12/2009

COMPARE HOW MLADIC AND KARADZIC TREATED ME WITH THAT OF AMERICAN DETECTIVES IN

WEST MILFORD NJ->

Neither Mladli nor Karadzic touched me in any manner maliciously UNLIKE the detectives in West Milford NJ in

America who banged my head against a police car over ten times and laughed at me while they handcuffed me so tight my

wrists bled in the squad car. They were serving me with the ’restraining order’ my ex husband filed against me to gain

custody of my two children in early 1990/91.

paid large sums of money back then to retain an attorney in New Jersey to sue the West Milford detectives. Sgt. Laughlin

the tall red haired police officer over 6 feet tall was the one who banged my head against his cop car in my driveway while

a rookie cop watched! No attorney took my case saying I was up against too powerful organizations. I ever went to Fort

Dix NJ and told the head of the police there and he ignored me as well.

Inversely, the alleged most ruthles men and war criminals in the world since Hitler TREATED ME WITH HUMAN

DIGNITY AND RESPECT ACTING LIKE GENTLEMAN AT ALL TIMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I await everyone’s comment!

The crime against me was racially based I was told later since many of the police in West Milford belong to the KKK

connected group called THE NATIONAL ALLIANCE (I was married to a black man and my family was Jewish) even

though I am Russian Orthodox Christian). I traced the National Alliance to the Southern States and read their Nazi

manifesto to kill all ”Jews, Russians and Black.” Their signs used to be explicitly posted in the Hewitt West Milford Post

Office

So I grabbed one and called them and discovered their true genocidal agenda. I am a war crimes investigator and right

here only 30 minutes from the United Nations in West Milford NJ we have genocide occurring and no one listens to me!
The detectives involved were and not limited to: Sgt. Laughlin, Detective Harry Shortway and his close partner Peter Van

Gilst and the former internal affairs investigator Mr. Sorchinsky aka ZORO. The National Alliance manifesto clearly

indicates that persons ought use their powerful positions all over New Jersey, whether they be police, doctors and/or

judges to rid the world of Russians,. Jews and Blacks

One of the many reasons for which I am on permanent disability is that I felt coerced by the police in Passaic County that

unless I said I was ”insane” I may be shot and killed because I’d be able to testify against them! Detective Shortway set

me up to be murdered once already by placing an ad in the localO paper and saying he was leaving on vacation etc.etc... it

is too complicated to go into here and now. I was looking for a new place to rent with my family at the time. On a voice

changing machine (as my children can attest to) he gave me directions to a house to look at towards the end of all this

ordeal with him. Later I found out the directions where I told my family I was going to look at th rental were over 20 miles

in another direction and no one wold have ever found me again. This is my take on this and I am usually correct. Sorry for

my spelling but this is extremely dificult for me to remember (agonizingly painful emotionally)

I am scared to death now not of anything emanating from my writing about Mladic, but of my present close proximity

where I reside nearby to West Milford and its associated Detectives. I never feared being hurt because I am writing a

book based on my experiences in Serbia and Montenegro. Yes I am fearful of retaliation of SHORTWAY AND HIS

CRONIES !

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UN NGO In NYC Confirms United States Used Psychiatric Facility in Wykoff NJ USA

(Ramapo Ridge Hospital) As SEcret Military Tribunal and Torture Facilty

Monday, April 20, 2009
Recovery Leads to Near Death Experience at Ramapo Ridge Psychiatiric Hospital in Wykoff,
New Jersey (U.S.A.) A few years ago during an incident becoming seemingly common place in my life happening so often

now. The local Bloomingdale New Jersey Police Department again had forced me
physically into a psychiatric Hospital again; this time Chilton Hospital in Paquannock, NJ,
USA. I was in the emergency room once again, for seemingly no reason whatsoever after making
another attempt reporting an incident for investigation to the local Bloomingdale, NJ Police
mentioning issues effecting the entire world. Anyway, this time Chilton Hospital forced me into a place called Ramapo

Ridge Psychiatric Hospital. They had me on medications dropping my blood pressure to 82 over 67 (i almost died). They

continued to force me to take this medication for at least three weeks in which time they refused to release me. I was not

released for almost one month after arguing with the staff that there was nothing at all wrong with me. Each day my two

regular psychiatrists called Ramapo Ridge Mental Hospital trying to get released. They refused and Ramapo Ridge told

me I had to stand before a judge and court located in the bottom floor of the building to be released.After three weeks I

had to go downstairs and I actually stood before what seemed to be a “war crimes tribunal,” in lower level of the Ramapo

Ridge . I stood before a judge wearing a regular judicial long black robe and a line of attorney’s beseeching my release

from the hospital.
I dont know to this day what this experience was about; i dread to tell you. Secret types of
military tribunals right here operating in the USA by the CIA (?) Inquiring minds demand
answers.

UN NGO In NYC Confirms United States Used Psychiatric Hospital Ramapo Ridge in Wykoff,
New Jersey (U.S.A. AS Secret Military Tribunal and Interrogation Facility)A few years ago
during an incident becoming seemingly common place in my life happening so often now. The
local Bloomingdale New Jersey Police Department again had forced me physically into a psychiatric Hospital again; this

time Chilton Hospital in Paquannock, NJ, USA. I was in the emergency room once again, for seemingly no reason

whatsoever after making another attempt reporting an incident for investigation to the local Bloomingdale, NJ Police

mentioning issues effecting the entire world. Anyway, this time Chilton Hospital forced me into a place called Ramapo

Ridge Psychiatric Hospital. They had me on medications dropping my blood pressure to 82 over 67 (i almost died). They

continued to force me to take this medication for at least three weeks in which time they refused to release me. I was not

released for almost one month after arguing with the staff that there was nothing at all wrong with me. Each day my two

regular psychiatrists called Ramapo Ridge Mental
Hospital trying to get released. They refused and Ramapo Ridge told me I had to stand before
a judge and court located in the bottom floor of the building to be released. After three weeks I had to go downstairs and I

actually stood before what seemed to be a “war crimes tribunal,” in lower level of the Ramapo Ridge . I stood before a

judge wearing a regular judicial long black robe and a line of attorney’s beseeching my release from the hospital. I dont

know to this day what this experience was about; i dread to tell you. Secret types of military tribunals right here

operating in the USA by the CIA (?) Inquiring minds demand answers. UN NGO In NYC Confirms United States Used

Psychaitric Hosptial Ramapo Ridge in Wykoff, New Jersey (U.S.A. AS Secret Military Tibunal and Interrogation Facility)

I will also add that now I am scared beyond belief to go to the emergency room at Chilton Hospital in Pomtpon Plains

NJ. WHY (?) Ever since the Bloomingdale, NJ police illegally forced me to continually go into the psychiatric ward at

Chilton against my and my doctors will whenever I make a local police report when I feel my life is endangered, when I

am physically ill with the flu or something, I notice when I go to the Chilton Hospital emergency room, instead of taking

my injury seriously, the doctors just ask me if I want to go into the psychiatric section upstairs, strongly suggesting I am

being ”paranoid.” Instead of offering me good medical care.

I can never get nondiscriminatory emergency medical care at Chilton hospital without the
hospital itself insisting that I am just being ”paranoid.” And they always call my psychiatrist
whenever I go to their hospital even for the flu! This has led to Arnold Stark my former professor advising me to always

go to St Joseph’s Hospital in Wayne NJ instead which I do n ow.
I will also add that now I am scared beyond belief to go to the emergency room at Chilton Hospital in Pomtpon Plains

NJ. WHY (?) Ever since the Bloomingdale, NJ police illegally forced me to continually go into the psychiatric ward at

Chilton against my and my doctors will whenever I make a local police report when I feel my life is endangered, when I

am physically ill with the flu or something, I notice when I go to the Chilton Hospital emergency room, instead of taking

my injury seriously, the doctors just ask me if I want to go into the psychiatric section upstairs, strongly suggesting I am

being ”paranoid.” Instead of offering me good medical care.

I can never get nondiscriminatory emergency medical care at Chilton hospital without the
hospital itself insisting that I am just being ”paranoid.” And they always call my psychiatrist
whenever I go to their hospital even for the flu! This has led to Arnold Stark my former professor advising me to always

go to St Joseph’s Hospital in Wayne NJ instead which I do n ow. Jill Starr
I grew up traveling the world with my parents at age 7. I remember being on the island of
Java in 1970/71 going swimming in the pool at Hotel InterContinentel surrounded by armed
soldiers; and, and flying over Vietnam and my father pointing out "look Jill we are flying over
Vietnam now..." with my Mom. The interesting thing was no commercial airlines flew over
Vietnam unti. about one decade ago and certainly not in the 1970s. Sports: Water polo, Soccer
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indonesia, russia, romania, political science, united nations, ideology, news media, war crimes,
fairness, preventive diplomacy, crimes against humanity, serbia, kosovo, montenegro,
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Mysterious Spooks/ Spirits From My Past Scare Me A

Thursday, April 23, 2009
Mysterious Spooks/ Spirits From My Past Scare Me At Ramapo Ridge Facility
Jill Starr , bloomingdale: Apr 5 2009
United States :

Mysterious Spooks/ Spirits From My Past Scare Me At Ramapo Ridge Facility
This is the story while I was illegally detained at Ramapo Ridge facility in Wykoff NJ USA, a
man comes in through the front door wearing a one piece janitor outfit and starts mopping for
about 10 minutes . He looked like one of my father’s former associates from way back in the day (I won’t say who now).

Anyway, he walked out of the men’s room and then tosses his mop aside and unzips his janitorial outfit revealing a pin

striped sharp blue suit, grabs his briefcase behind the front
desks and whisks himself out the front door saying goodbye to me. Posted by lpcyusa at 10:48 AM 0 comments Evidence

United States Tortured Its Own Citizen


When I refused to take the continuous lines of medications at Ramapo Ridge facility I knew that
I was extemely allergic to they told me I needed an ”Attitude adjustment.”
This is when they took me into a solitary confinement room and put my arms and legs in straps
on a horrible bed. The injected me with the medication they told me I was ”going to get one way or another.” For about 4

-6 hours (it is difficult to kow I was drugged) the facility would not allow me a
bedpan or to get up to the bathroom and told me to crap and piss all over msyelf and I could
take a shower when my ”attitude is right.” AFter I calmed down because I had no recourse, I was allowed to take a

shower they bossed me around saying ”Go shower now Jill!”

I was absolutely tortured right there in NJ USA Ramapo Ridge Sends Me Back To Chilton Hospital After My First

Ambulatory Arrival And Drug Urine Test Fails Ramapo Ridge Sends Me Back To Chilton Hospital After My First

Ambulatory Arrival And Drug Urine Test Fails
The first time Chilton sent me via ambulance to the Ramapo Ridge facility, the ambulance from
Chilton dropped me off. The Ramapo Ridge facility gave me a urine test as soon as I arrived at
the detention facility in Wykoff NJ USA. The test was positive for a result because Ramapo Ridge sent me all the way

back to Chilton by way of another ambulance at 3Am in the morning.
The Head Nurse told me “Jill you have to go back to Chilton Hospital because we have to wait
for your urine test to clear from something or the other...) to the best of my memory which is
VERY good as we know is a proven fact. I was sent back to Chilton Hospital from Ramapo Ridge at about 3 am in the

morning until a urine test that Chilton Hospital in Pompton Plains NJ said that I was able to be transported back to

Ramapo Ridge. It must have been close to 4-5:30 am almost dawn when this occurred to me.I will continue to release

proof and details until the United States of America grants both Serbia and myself immediate monetary settlements for

our troubles.
Serbia and Bonsia and Montenegro are due moneys because of illegal bombing of their countries and I am owed a sizable

financial settlement as stated. I ask President Obama to immediately work out an out of international court settlement at

once before the news reports it right with MY TRANSLATION!

When the second time I arrived at Ramapo Ridge about 4 am in the morning after complaining that in my own views

there was no reason to send me back and forth between hospitals in the middle of the night, the Ramapo Ridge facility

told me to wait ina room with magazines and puzzles in it. I worked on a large jigsaw puzzle and heard the Head Nurse

say to a man that looked like a CIA operative ”ENTER THIS TIME IN HER LOG.” Even writing about this experience

in this blog to expose it causes me panics attacks I will have for the rest of my life.
When I refused to take the continuous lines of medications at Ramapo Ridge facility I knew that
I was extemely allergic to they told me I needed an ”Attitude adjustment.”
This is when they took me into a solitary confinement room and put my arms and legs in straps
on a horrible bed.


The injected me with the medication they told me I was ”going to get one way or another.”
For about 4-6 hours (it is difficult to kow I was drugged) the facility would not allow me a
bedpan or to get up to the bathroom and told me to crap and piss all over msyelf and I could
take a shower when my ”attitude is right.” AFter I calmed down because I had no recourse, I was allowed to take a

shower they bossed me around saying ”Go shower now Jill!”
I was absolutely tortured right there in NJ USA http://lpcyu.instablogs.com/feed
And again, both Ramapo Ridge and Chilton in Pompton Plains NJ both allowed former doctor
Charlotte Piuck, my former psychiatrist whose license taken away by the New Jersey branch of
American Medical Association, consult with Ramapo Ridge and Chilton doctors whom were

licensed and they agrered with her behind the meddical desk to continue giuving me
medications they all knew I had long hostories of being allergic to.
When I did get allergic reactions in Chilton and Ramapo Ridge BOTH FACILITIES
REFUSED TO GIVE ME BENEDRYL TO COUNTER ACT TE ALLERGIC REACTION
WHICH COULD HAV KILLED ME


ill Starr, Director of the UN/NGO The Law Projects Center Manhattan Area Office Confirms
She Was Illegally Detained by US Intlligence Officials at Ramapo Ridge Facility in Wykoff NJ
(Secret US Military Tribunal and Interrogation Center) Where She Was Placed In Straight
Jacket and Gave Me Injections Ramapo Ridge facility also put me in a straight jacket and chained me to the bed in their

facility and gave me injections for hours!eing Drugged and Questioned At Ramapo Ridge in Wykoff In addition to being

dragged off and illegally detained and imprisoned for over 2.5 weeks in Ramapo Ridge Psychiatric Facility in Wykoff NJ

by Bloomingdale, NJ Police Officials hoping to collect on information they are trying to get out of me ; they hope sharing

in that pot of million dollar Euros on the Mladic & Karadzic arrest which is why they have abused me so
here locally in NJ USA, the facility at Ramapo Ridge came fully equipped with judges in long black robes and an entire

courtroom with a row of high powered attorneys in high powered suits, for defendants for persons like myself demanding

to be released when their regular doctors continued calling the facility to have the released; and, Ramapo Ridge refused.
Ramapo Ridge also drugged me on medications I had a long history of being allergic to
against my will and kept keeping logs all day and night about “what Jill was rambling about
now,” I remember in my drugged state rambling about Osama bin Laden and some others things
they were trying to force out of me about war crimes in Serbia and Bosnia. I almost died from
the low blood pressures these drugs produced in me and I have Arnold Stark with me when
they took my blood pressure and it was only like 62/90 (!) Arnold said “She could die!” to the
facility doctors but they only forced me to take more medicines.
PRSIDENT OBAMA HAS DONE NOTHING FOR CHANGE! HE LIES AND COVERS THIS
UP AND I STILL AWAIT SOME FINANCIAL SETTLEMENT FOR THIS TORTURE IN NJ
USA. ONLY 30 MINUTES FROM THE UNITED NATIONS IN NYC
Posted by lpcyusa at 7:54 AM 0 comments
This is why I, Jill Starr, Felt So Safe on a Tivat Montenegro Car Ferry Surrounded By At Least
20 Armed Serbian Soldiers....Jill Starr Accuses Local Police Of Illegally Serving Search Warrant too (!) Bloomingdale

Police arrested me under the pretense for “drugs,” but they searched illegally
way outside the legal limits of their “search warrant” signed by local Judge Cluff (also serving
in West Milford NJ and he knows Harry Shortway)...The search warrant itself never manifested
any particular place in my home where I had drugs and/or not explicit what types of any drugs
if any the local Bloomingdale NJ Police were looking for in my house and at what location in
my house itself. It was like I was served with a “Patriot Act Warrant” ANYTHING WAS LEGAL FOR THEM TO DO

TO ME! THE LOCAL DETECTIVE SEARCHED EVERYTHING THREATENING TO PUT ME IN OB/GYN

STIRRUPS AND LOOK UP MY PRIVATES IF THEY COULD NOT FIND WHAT THEY WERE SEARCHING FOR

IN MY HOUSE AND BODY. THEY STRIP SEARCHED ME WITH A FEMALE PATRON TOO IN TOWNHALL!

I DEMAND IMMEDIATE ARRESTS OF CERTAIN LOCAL BLOOMINGDALE POLICE
INVOLVED IN MY TORTURE AND ABUSE, PRESIDENT OBAMA NOW!
I have a copy of it the warrant in my hands now to be released at any time.
They ransacked my place searched every paper for evidence of where Mladic and Karadzic
were instead (!) http://www.icty.org/case/karadzic/4 Click the link above to see international justice in action. Legal

scholars around the world are not asking why Radovan Karadzic cannot be granted
enough time by the Hague’s Int’l Criminal Court to read his own transcripts for his own
defense, and, have his legal briefs translated before his arraignments (?) so he can defend
himself in the Hague’s highest court. Why can’t he subeana Richard Holbrook as a witness to testify and others in his

behalf possessing important and vital documentary evidence in acting in his own defense (?) If a small court in Paterson

New Jersey and local courts my own small New Jersey municipality can arrange such legal provisions, why won’t the

Hague (?)
After all the Hague claims it does not have enough resources which is doubtful since it claims
necessity to move gold and other international assets on court business unhindered through
interstate borders. The Hague’s highest court globally has just been exposed in one easy blog as as a genuine travesty of

social equitable international justice in all cases in the Former Yugoslavia.
Posted by lpcyusa at 7:40 AM 0 comments US tried to assassinate me: Karadzic to UN court
United States Tried to assassinate me’: Karadzic to UN court
Submitted by Sahil Nagpal on Fri, 08/01/2008 - 06:23.
London, Aug. 1: Former Bosnian-Serb leader Radovan Karadzic has accused the United
States of trying to assassinate him. Appearing before a UN war crimes tribunal in The Hague, Karadzic, who is now

known to his jailers as prisoner number 38, informed Dutch judge Alphons Orie that Richard Holbrooke, the former

United States Assistant Secretary of State, had granted him immunity as part of a wider Bosnia peace deal agreed in

1995.

“My commitment was to withdraw even from literary life and all sorts of public life,” he said.
How else can Karadzic or anyone else sitting at the Hague’s highest court get fair trials in this
matter (?) Intelligence Office Sources also confirm that Ratko Mladic’s life is also in grave danger and it is in his best

interest to remain at all costs away from the Hague until a full investigation is
completed in the death of Slobodan Milosevic as well.
Sources confirm that a mryiad of local NJ doctors knowingly put Jill Starr on enough
combination drugs to overdose herself knowing she was suicidal and depressed at that time.
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Comparing Whereby Karadzic & Mladic Treate Me W/NJ Deteecties Harry SHarry Shortway,
Pete Van Gilst, Sorchinski Could Face Murder Charges Sources Sa
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Harry Shortway, Pete Van Gilst, Sorchinski Could Face Murder Charges Sources Say>>
The Instablog.Com website administration today stated on my blog account, I am no longer
authorized to submit articles for some unknown reason. I surmise the reason may be I’m
submitting too many articles at once. Hence, I opened an additional account just so I could
post this follow up comment on my previously written article entitled, Comparing West Milford
Detectives in New Jersey to the Treatment Received By Karadzic and Mladic in Serbia.
Please read it. It is an extremely important legal case I am submitting to the Hague Court in the Netherlands as an

individual complainant from here in the United States of America. I hope it will set an international precedent even in

America people are abused by government officers.
I am fully convinced after almost a decade of asking the legal governmental authorities at
local, state and federal levels here in the United States of America to arrest and try Detective
Harry Shortway and his Sgt. Laughlin in a court of law in America for attempting to murder
me and moreover physically and emotionally torturing me and my family in 1990/1991,
it is clear, the United States of America is either unwilling OR incapable of taking the bold moral
measures to arrest Harry Shortway and associates giving him a fair trial here in America
similarly to what American diplomats such as Hillary Clinton accuse Serbia of not submitting
General Mladic to the Hague for trial. Hypocritical America, don’t you agree (?)
This makes a mockery of genuine ideals insofar as human rights in America while manifesting
extremely gross violations of human rights against me as well as attempted genocide committed
against me by Harry Shortway (on account of allegedly wanting to kill me because I derive
from a Jewish family background and was then married to a black on account of his fascist
affiliations with the National Alliance KKK group). These crimes against me occurred only
thirty minutes away from the United Nations Security Council in Manhattan; I, Jill Starr am
an American citizen and previously wrote the UN about this in the early 1990s.
All together now let’s remember the crime of ‘genocide’ in and of itself, can be the attempt to
kill one OR thousands of members of any ethnic, religious group.
More to come on this story.
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I AM OFFERING A FINANCIAL REWARD FOR ANY AND ALL INFORMATION LEADING
TO CAPTURE AND ARREST OF DETECTIVE HARRY SHORTWAY FORMER WEST
MILFORD NEW JERSEY DETECTIVE AND HIS SGT. LAUGHLIN AND ASSOCIATES:
1) SGT. LAUGHLIN (IS A TALL RED HAIRED MAN OVER 6 FEET IN HEIGHT AND SLIM
BUILD- HE IS NOT VERY INTELLIGENT). SGT. LAUGHLIN WAS LAST SEEN BY ME IN BACK OF RYAN

MACHINE COMPANY IN THE DRIVEWAY OF THE HOUSE I USED TO RENT WITH MY FAMILY OFF

MACOPIN ROAD IN WEST MILFORD NEW JERSEY YANKING ME BY MY LONG HAIR AND BANGING MY

HEAD AGAINST HIS POLICE CAR WHILE HIS ROCKIE PARTNER COP WATCHED. THEN HE SHOVED ME

INTO HIS POLICE CAR IN HANDCUFFING WHICH HE CONTINUED TIGHTENING AGAINST MY WRISTS

TILL THEY BEGAN BLEEDING IN PAIN WHILE I CRIED OUT IN AGONY AND TEARS FOR HIM TO STOP; HE

WOULD NOT STOP AND CONTINUE LAUGHING WHILE HE DROVE ME TO UP TO SEE SHORTWAY WHO

WAS WAITING FOR ME AT THE WEST MILFORD POLICE STATION. I AM OFFERING A FINANCIAL

REWARD FOR ANY AND ALL INFORMATION LEADING TO CAPTURE AND ARREST OF DETECTIVE HARRY

SHORTWAY FORMER WEST MILFORD NEW JERSEY DETECTIVE AND HIS SGT. LAUGHLIN AND

ASSOCIATES: 1) SGT. LAUGHLIN (IS A TALL RED WAVY HAIRED MAN OVER 6 FEET IN HEIGHT AND SLIM

BUILD- HE IS NOT VERY INTELLIGENT).
SGT. LAUGHLIN WAS LAST SEEN BY ME IN BACK OF RYAN MACHINE COMPANY IN
THE DRIVEWAY OF THE HOUSE I USED TO RENT IN HIGHCREST LAKE
COMMUNITY WITH MY FAMILY OFF MACOPIN ROAD IN WEST MILFORD NEW
JERSEY YANKING ME BY MY LONG HAIR AND BANGING MY HEAD AGAINST HIS
POLICE CAR ABOUT TEN TIMES NONSTOP WHILE HIS ROCKIE PARTNER COP
STOOD THERE DOING NOTHING MERELY WATCHING ME BE ABUSED.
THEN SGT LAUGHLIN SHOVED ME INTO HIS POLICE CAR IN HANDCUFFS WHICH
HE CONTINUED TIGHTENING AGAINST MY WRISTS TILL THEY BEGAN BLEEDING IN
PAIN WHILE I CRIED OUT IN AGONY AND TEARS FOR HIM TO STOP; HE WOULD
NOT STOP AND CONTINUED LAUGHING WHILE HE DROVE ME TO UP TO SEE
SHORTWAY WHO WAS WAITING FOR ME AT THE WEST MILFORD POLICE STATION.
THIS FINANCIAL REWARD IS CONTINGENT UPON ANY FINANCIAL SETTLEMENT I
MAY RECEIVE IN THE FUTURE FROM THE THREE GRADUATE SCHOOLS
FORMERLY DISCRIMINATING AGAINST ME IN THE MOST VILE MANNERS IN THE NJ
AND NYC AREAS. I WILL OFFER SPLIT EQUITABLE FINANCIAL REWARD OF 50% OF ANY MONEY I

RECEIVE TO THOSE AGENCIES AND/OR INDIVIDUALS COURAGEOUS ENOUGH TO HELP BRING THESE

RUTHLESS DETECTIVES AND THEIR SGT’S TO JUSTICE AND JAIL. AND, IF AMERICAN CANNOT FIND THE

MORAL AND POLITICAL WILLPOWER TO BRING THEM TO JUSTICE AND TRIAL HERE IN THE USA, I

WANT THEM EXTRADITED TO THE HAGUE ICC COURT.
In friendship and diplomacy my reputation for honesty proceeds me so all interested persons
and/or parties in helping me bring Shortway and his Sgt Laughlin from West Milford NJ to
trial at teh Hague, can rest assured I will uphold my end of the reward agreement shall I receive financial settlement

myself from the aforementioned colleges in the near future.

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UN NGO In NYC Confirms United States Used Psychiatric Facility in Wykoff NJ USA

(Ramapo Ridge Hospital) As SEcret Military Tribunal and Torture Facilty

Monday, April 20, 2009
Recovery Leads to Near Death Experience at Ramapo Ridge Psychiatiric Hospital in Wykoff,

New Jersey (U.S.A.)

A few years ago during an incident becoming seemingly common place in my life happening so
often now. The local Bloomingdale New Jersey Police Department again had forced me
physically into a psychiatric Hospital again; this time Chilton Hospital in Paquannock, NJ,
USA. I was in the emergency room once again, for seemingly no reason whatsoever after making
another attempt reporting an incident for investigation to the local Bloomingdale, NJ Police
mentioning issues effecting the entire world.
Anyway, this time Chilton Hospital forced me into a place called Ramapo Ridge Psychiatric
Hospital. They had me on medications dropping my blood pressure to 82 over 67 (i almost
died). They continued to force me to take this medication for at least three weeks in which time
they refused to release me. I was not released for almost one month after arguing with the staff that there was nothing at

all wrong with me. Each day my two regular psychiatrists called Ramapo Ridge Mental Hospital trying to get released.

They refused and Ramapo Ridge told me I had to stand before a judge and court located in the bottom floor of the

building to be released.

After three weeks I had to go downstairs and I actually stood before what seemed to be a “war
crimes tribunal,” in lower level of the Ramapo Ridge .I stood before a judge wearing a regular judicial long black robe

and a line of attorney’s beseeching my release from the hospital.
I dont know to this day what this experience was about; i dread to tell you. Secret types of
military tribunals right here operating in the USA by the CIA (?) Inquiring minds demand

Saturday, March 28, 2009
UN NGO In NYC Confirms United States Used Psychaitric Hosptial Ramapo Ridge in Wykoff,
New Jersey (U.S.A. AS Secret Military Tibunal and Interrogation
United States :

UN NGO In NYC Confirms United States Used Psychaitric Hosptial Ramapo Ridge in Wykoff,
New Jersey (U.S.A. AS Secret Military Tibunal and Interrogation Facility)UN NGO In NYC
Confirms United States Used Psychaitric Hosptial Ramapo Ridge in Wykoff, New Jersey
(U.S.A. AS Secret Military Tibunal and Interrogation Facility)
Jill Starr , bloomingdale: Feb 12 2009
United States :
UN NGO In NYC Confirms United States Used Psychaitric Hosptial Ramapo Ridge in Wykoff,
New Jersey (U.S.A. AS Secret Military Tibunal and Interrogation Facility)A few years ago
during an incident becoming seemingly common place in my life happening so often now. The
local Bloomingdale New Jersey Police Department again had forced me physically into a
psychiatric Hospital again; this time Chilton Hospital in Paquannock, NJ, USA.
I was in the emergency room once again, for seemingly no reason whatsoever after making
another attempt reporting an incident for investigation to the local Bloomingdale, NJ Police
mentioning issues effecting the entire world.
Anyway, this time Chilton Hospital forced me into a place called Ramapo Ridge Psychiatric
Hospital. They had me on medications dropping my blood pressure to 82 over 67 (i almost
died). They continued to force me to take this medication for at least three weeks in which time
they refused to release me.

I was not released for almost one month after arguing with the staff that there was nothing at
all wrong with me. Each day my two regular psychiatrists called Ramapo Ridge Mental
Hospital trying to get released. They refused and Ramapo Ridge told me I had to stand before
a judge and court located in the bottom floor of the building to be released.
After three weeks I had to go downstairs and I actually stood before what seemed to be a “war
crimes tribunal,” in lower level of the Ramapo Ridge . I stood before a judge wearing a regular judicial long black robe

and a line of attorney’s beseeching my release from the hospital.
I dont know to this day what this experience was about; i dread to tell you. Secret types of
military tribunals right here operating in the USA by the CIA (?) Inquiring minds demand
answers. UN NGO In NYC Confirms United States Used Psychaitric Hosptial Ramapo Ridge in Wykoff, New Jersey

(U.S.A. AS Secret Military Tibunal and Interrogation Facility)
Tags: cia, military tribunals, jill starr, rendition

I will also add that now I am scared beyond belief to go to the emergency room at Chilton
Hospital in Pomtpon Plains NJ. WHY (?) Ever since the Bloomingdale, NJ police illegally forced me to continually go into

the psychiatric ward at Chilton against my and my doctors will whenever I make a local police report when I feel my life

is endangered,
when I am physically ill with the flu or something, I notice when I go to the Chilton Hospital
emergency room, instead of taking my injury seriously, the doctors just ask me if I want to go
into the psychiatric section upstairs, strongly suggesting I am being ”paranoid.” Instead of
offering me good medical care. I can never get nondiscriminatory emergency medical care at Chilton hospital without the

hospital itself insisting that I am just being ”paranoid.” And they always call my psychiatrist

whenever I go to their hospital even for the flu! This has led to Arnold Stark my former professor advising me to always

go to St Joseph’s Hospital in Wayne NJ instead which I do n ow.
I will also add that now I am scared beyond belief to go to the emergency room at Chilton
Hospital in Pomtpon Plains NJ. WHY (?)Ever since the Bloomingdale, NJ police illegally forced me to continually go into

the psychiatric ward at Chilton against my and my doctors will whenever I make a local police report when I feel my life

is endangered,
when I am physically ill with the flu or something, I notice when I go to the Chilton Hospital
emergency room, instead of taking my injury seriously, the doctors just ask me if I want to go
into the psychiatric section upstairs, strongly suggesting I am being ”paranoid.” Instead of
offering me good medical care. I can never get nondiscriminatory emergency medical care at Chilton hospital without the

hospital itself insisting that I am just being ”paranoid.” And they always call my psychiatrist whenever I go to their

hospital even for the flu!
This has led to Arnold Stark my former professor advising me to always go to St Joseph’s
Hospital in Wayne NJ instead which I do n ow. Jill Starr
I grew up traveling the world with my parents at age 7. I remember being on the island of
Java in 1970/71 going swimming in the pool at Hotel InterContinentel surrounded by armed
soldiers; and, and flying over Vietnam and my father pointing out "look Jill we are flying over
Vietnam now..." with my Mom. The interesting thing was no commercial airlines flew over
Vietnam until. about one decade ago and certainly not in the 1970s. Sports: Water polo, Soccer
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Mysterious Spooks/ Spirits From My Past Scare Me A

Thursday, April 23, 2009
Mysterious Spooks/ Spirits From My Past Scare Me At Ramapo Ridge Facility

Mysterious Spooks/ Spirits From My Past Scare Me At Ramapo Ridge Facility

Jill Starr , bloomingdale: Apr 5 2009
United States :

Mysterious Spooks/ Spirits From My Past Scare Me At Ramapo Ridge Facility
This is the story while I was illegally detained at Ramapo Ridge facility in Wykoff NJ USA, a
man comes in through the front door wearing a one piece janitor outfit and starts mopping for
about 10 minutes .
He looked like one of my father’s former associates from way back in the day (I won’t say who
now).Anyway, he walked out of the men’s room and then tosses his mop aside and unzips his
janitorial outfit revealing a pin striped sharp blue suit, grabs his briefcase behind the front
desks and whisks himself out the front door saying goodbye to me.
Posted by lpcyusa at 10:48 AM 0 comments

Evidence United States Tortured Its Own Citizen

Thursday, April 23, 2009
United States :

Even writing about this experience in this blog to expose it causes me panics attacks I will have

for the rest of my life.

WHAT DO YOU SAY OBAMA (?)
WHICH CIA OPERATIVES WANT THEIR JOCK STRAPS REMOVED FIRST (?)
WE KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS! WHAT DO YOU SAY OBAMA?
When I refused to take the continuous lines of medications at Ramapo Ridge facility I knew that
I was extemely allergic to they told me I needed an ”Attitude adjustment.”
This is when they took me into a solitary confinement room and put my arms and legs in straps
on a horrible bed. The injected me with the medication they told me I was ”going to get one way or another.” For about 4

-6 hours (it is difficult to kow I was drugged) the facility would not allow me a
bedpan or to get up to the bathroom and told me to crap and piss all over msyelf and I could
take a shower when my ”attitude is right.”

After I calmed down because I had no recourse, I was allowed to take a shower they bossed
me around saying ”Go shower now Jill!” I was absolutely tortured right there in NJ USA
Ramapo Ridge Sends Me Back To Chilton Hospital After My First Ambulatory Arrival And
Drug Urine Test Fails Ramapo Ridge Sends Me Back To Chilton Hospital After My First Ambulatory Arrival And Drug

Urine Test Fails
The first time Chilton sent me via ambulance to the Ramapo Ridge facility, the ambulance from
Chilton dropped me off. The Ramapo Ridge facility gave me a urine test as soon as I arrived at
the detention facility in Wykoff NJ USA.
The test was positive for a result because Ramapo Ridge sent me all the way back to Chilton by
way of another ambulance at 3Am in the morning.
The Head Nurse told me “Jill you have to go back to Chilton Hospital because we have to wait
for your urine test to clear from something or the other...) to the best of my memory which is
VERY good as we know is a proven fact.
I was sent back to Chilton Hospital from Ramapo Ridge at about 3 am in the morning until a
urine test that Chilton Hospital in Pompton Plains NJ said that I was able to be transported
back to Ramapo Ridge. It must have been close to 4-5:30 am almost dawn when this occurred to me.
I will continue to release proof and details until the United States of America grants both
Serbia and myself immediate monetary settlements for our troubles.
Serbia and Bonsia and Montenegro are due moneys because of illegal bombing of their
countries and I am owed a sizable financial settlement as stated.
I ask President Obama to immediately work out an out of international court settlement at once
before the news reports it right with MY TRANSLATION!

When the second time I arrived at Ramapo Ridge about 4 am in the morning after
complaining that in my own views there was no reason to send me back and forth between
hospitals in the middle of the night, the Ramapo Ridge facility told me to wait ina room with
magazines and puzzles in it. I worked on a large jigsaw puzzle and heard the Head Nurse say
to a man that looked like a CIA operative ”ENTER THIS TIME IN HER LOG.”
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bloomingdale, United States
[Member]
Even writing about this experience in this blog to expose it causes me panics attacks I will have
for the rest of my life.WHAT DO YOU SAY OBAMA (?)
WHICH CIA OPERATIVS WANT THEIR JOCK STRAPS REMOVED FIRST (?)
WE KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS!WAHT DO YOU SAY OBAMA?\
[Member] When I refused to take the continuous lines of medications at Ramapo Ridge facility I knew that I was extemely

allergic to they told me I needed an ”Attitude adjustment.”
This is when they took me into a solitary confinement room and put my arms and legs in straps
on a horrible bed.


The injected me with the medication they told me I was ”going to get one way or another.” For about 4-6 hours (it is

difficult to kow I was drugged) the facility would not allow me a
bedpan or to get up to the bathroom and told me to crap and piss all over msyelf and I could
take a shower when my ”attitude is right.”AFter I calmed down because I had no recourse, I was allowed to take a

shower they bossed me around saying ”Go shower now Jill!”


I was absolutely tortured right there in NJ USA

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(And again, both Ramapo Ridge and Chilton in Pompton Plains NJ both allowed former doctor
Charlotte Piuck, my former psychiatrist whose license taken away by the New Jersey branch of
American Medical Association, consult with Ramapo Ridge and Chilton doctors whom were
licensed and they agrered with her behind the meddical desk to continue giuving me
medications they all knew I had long hostories of being allergic to.
When I did get allergic reactions in Chilton and Ramapo Ridge BOTH FACILITIES
REFUSED TO GIVE ME BENEDRYL TO COUNTER ACT TE ALLERGIC REACTION
WHICH COULD HAV KILLED ME
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Posted by lpcyusa at 10:57 AM 0 comments
Jill Starr, Director of the UN/NGO The Law Projects Center Manhattan Area Office Confirms
She Was Illegally Detained by US Intlligence Officials at Ramapo Ridge Facility in Wykoff NJ
(Secret US Military Tribunal and Interrogation Center) Where She Was Placed In Straight
Jacket and Gave Me Injections
Ramapo Ridge facility also put me in a straight jacket and chained me to the bed in their
facility and gave me injections for hours!eing Drugged and Questioned At Ramapo Ridge in
Wykoff. In addition to being dragged off and illegally detained and imprisoned for over 2.5 weeks in
Ramapo Ridge Psychiatric Facility in Wykoff NJ by Bloomingdale, NJ Police Officials hoping
to collect on information they are trying to get out of me ; they hope sharing in that pot of
million dollar Euros on the Mladic & Karadzic arrest which is why they have abused me so
here locally in NJ USA, the facility at Ramapo Ridge came fully equipped with judges in long black robes and an entire

courtroom with a row of high powered attorneys in high powered suits, for defendants for persons like myself demanding

to be released when their regular doctors continued calling the facility to have the released; and, Ramapo Ridge refused.

Ramapo Ridge also drugged me on medications I had a long history of being allergic to
against my will and kept keeping logs all day and night about “what Jill was rambling about
now,” I remember in my drugged state rambling about Osama bin Laden and some others things
they were trying to force out of me about war crimes in Serbia and Bosnia. I almost died from
the low blood pressures these drugs produced in me and I have Arnold Stark with me when
they took my blood pressure and it was only like 62/90 (!) Arnold said “She could die!” to the
facility doctors but they only forced me to take more medicines. PRSIDENT OBAMA HAS DONE NOTHING FOR

CHANGE! HE LIES AND COVERS THIS UP AND I STILL AWAIT SOME FINANCIAL SETTLEMENT FOR THIS

TORTURE IN NJ USA. ONLY 30 MINUTES FROM THE UNITED NATIONS IN NYCPosted by lpcyusa at 7:54 AM 0

comments
This is why I, Jill Starr, Felt So Safe on a Tivat Montenegro Car Ferry Surrounded By At Least
20 Armed Serbian Soldiers....

Jill Starr Accuses Local Police Of Illegally Serving Search Warrant too (!)
Bloomingdale Police arrested me under the pretense for “drugs,” but they searched illegally
way outside the legal limits of their “search warrant” signed by local Judge Cluff (also serving
in West Milford NJ and he knows Harry Shortway)...The search warrant itself never manifested
any particular place in my home where I had drugs and/or not explicit what types of any drugs
if any the local Bloomingdale NJ Police were looking for in my house and at what location in
my house itself. It was like I was served with a “Patriot Act Warrant” ANYTHING WAS LEGAL FOR THEM TO DO

TO ME!
THE LOCAL DETECTIVE SEARCHED EVERYTHING THREATENING TO PUT ME IN
OB/GYN STIRRUPS AND LOOK UP MY PRIVATES IF THEY COULD NOT FIND WHAT

THEY WERE SEARCHING FOR IN MY HOUSE AND BODY. THEY STRIP SEARCHED ME
WITH A FEMALE PATRON TOO IN TOWNHALL! I DEMAND IMMEDIATE ARRESTS OF CERTAIN LOCAL

BLOOMINGDALE POLICE INVOLVED IN MY TORTURE AND ABUSE, PRESIDENT OBAMA NOW! I have a copy

of it the warrant in my hands now to be released at any time.They ransacked my place searched every paper for evidence

of where Mladic and Karadzic
were instead (!) http://www.icty.org/case/karadzic/4


Legal scholars around the world are not asking why Radovan Karadzic cannot be granted
enough time by the Hague’s Int’l Criminal Court to read his own transcripts for his own
defense, and, have his legal briefs translated before his arraignments (?) so he can defend
himself in the Hague’s highest court. Why can’t he subeana Richard Holbrook as a witness to testify and others in his

behalf possessing important and vital documentary evidence in acting in his own defense (?)If a small court in Paterson

New Jersey and local courts my own small New Jersey municipality can arrange such legal provisions, why won’t the

Hague (?) fter all the Hague claims it does not have enough resources which is doubtful since it claims necessity to move

gold and other international assets on court business unhindered through interstate borders.
The Hague’s highest court globally has just been exposed in one easy blog as as a genuine
travesty of social equitable international justice in all cases in the Former Yugoslavia.

Posted by lpcyusa at 7:40 AM 0 comments
US tried to assassinate me: Karadzic to UN court

United States Tried to assassinate me’: Karadzic to UN court
Submitted by Sahil Nagpal on Fri, 08/01/2008 - 06:23.

London, Aug. 1: Former Bosnian-Serb leader Radovan Karadzic has accused the United States of trying to assassinate

him. Appearing before a UN war crimes tribunal in The Hague, Karadzic, who is now known to his jailers as prisoner

number 38, informed Dutch judge Alphons Orie that Richard Holbrooke, the former United States Assistant Secretary of

State, had granted him immunity as part of a wider Bosnia peace deal agreed in 1995.“My commitment was to withdraw

even from literary life and all sorts of public life,” he said. How else can Karadzic or anyone else sitting at the Hague’s

highest court get fair trials in this Intelligence Office Sources also confirm that Ratko Mladic’s life is also in grave danger

and it is in his best interest to remain at all costs away from the Hague until a full investigation is completed in the death

of Slobodan Milosevic as well.
Sources confirm that a mryiad of local NJ doctors knowingly put Jill Starr on enough
combination drugs to overdose herself knowing she was suicidal and depressed at that time.

Comparing Whereby Karadzic & Mladic Treate Me W/NJ Detectives Harry SHarry Shortway,

Pete Van Gilst, Sorchinski Could Face Murder Charges Sources Sa
Thursday, April 2, 2009 Harry Shortway, Pete Van Gilst, Sorchinski Could Face Murder Charges Sources Say>>

It is an extremely important legal case I am submitting to the Hague Court in the Netherlands as an individual

complainant from here in the United States of America. I hope it will set an
international precedent even in America people are abused by government officers.
I am fully convinced after almost a decade of asking the legal governmental authorities at
local, state and federal levels here in the United States of America to arrest and try Detective
Harry Shortway and his Sgt. Laughlin in a court of law in America for attempting to murder
me and moreover physically and emotionally torturing me and my family in 1990/1991,
it is clear, the United States of America is either unwilling OR incapable of taking the bold moral
measures to arrest Harry Shortway and associates giving him a fair trial here in America
similarly to what American diplomats such as Hillary Clinton accuse Serbia of not submitting

General Mladic to the Hague for trial.

Hypocritical America, don’t you agree (?) This makes a mockery of genuine ideals insofar as human rights in America

while manifesting extremely gross violations of human rights against me as well as attempted genocide committed against

me by Harry Shortway (on account of allegedly wanting to kill me because I derive from a Jewish family background and

was then married to a black on account of his fascist affiliations with the National Alliance KKK group). These crimes

against me occurred only thirty minutes away from the United Nations Security Council in Manhattan; I, Jill Starr am an

American citizen and previously wrote the UN about this in the early 1990s.
All together now let’s remember the crime of ‘genocide’ in and of itself, can be the attempt to
kill one OR thousands of members of any ethnic, religious group. More to come on this story.
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I AM OFFERING A FINANCIAL REWARD FOR ANY AND ALL INFORMATION LEADING
TO CAPTURE AND ARREST OF DETECTIVE HARRY SHORTWAY FORMER WEST
MILFORD NEW JERSEY DETECTIVE AND HIS SGT. LAUGHLIN AND ASSOCIATES:

1) SGT. LAUGHLIN (IS A TALL RED HAIRED MAN OVER 6 FEET IN HEIGHT AND SLIM
BUILD- HE IS NOT VERY INTELLIGENT). SGT. LAUGHLIN WAS LAST SEEN BY ME IN BACK OF RYAN

MACHINE COMPANY IN THE DRIVEWAY OF THE HOUSE I USED TO RENT WITH MY FAMILY OFF

MACOPIN ROAD IN WEST MILFORD NEW JERSEY YANKING ME BY MY LONG HAIR AND BANGING MY

HEAD AGAINST HIS POLICE CAR WHILE HIS ROCKIE PARTNER COP WATCHED. THEN HE SHOVED ME

INTO HIS POLICE CAR IN HANDCUFFING WHICH HE CONTINUED TIGHTENING AGAINST MY WRISTS

TILL THEY BEGAN BLEEDING IN PAIN WHILE I CRIED OUT IN AGONY AND TEARS FOR HIM TO STOP; HE

WOULD NOT STOP AND CONTINUE LAUGHING WHILE HE DROVE ME TO UP TO SEE SHORTWAY WHO

WAS WAITING FOR ME AT THE WEST MILFORD POLICE STATION.

I AM OFFERING A FINANCIAL REWARD FOR ANY AND ALL INFORMATION LEADING
TO CAPTURE AND ARREST OF DETECTIVE HARRY SHORTWAY FORMER WEST
MILFORD NEW JERSEY DETECTIVE AND HIS SGT. LAUGHLIN AND ASSOCIATES:
1) SGT. LAUGHLIN (IS A TALL RED WAVY HAIRED MAN OVER 6 FEET IN HEIGHT
AND SLIM BUILD- HE IS NOT VERY INTELLIGENT).
SGT. LAUGHLIN WAS LAST SEEN BY ME IN BACK OF RYAN MACHINE COMPANY IN
THE DRIVEWAY OF THE HOUSE I USED TO RENT IN HIGHCREST LAKE
COMMUNITY WITH MY FAMILY OFF MACOPIN ROAD IN WEST MILFORD NEW
JERSEY YANKING ME BY MY LONG HAIR AND BANGING MY HEAD AGAINST HIS
POLICE CAR ABOUT TEN TIMES NONSTOP WHILE HIS ROCKIE PARTNER COP
STOOD THERE DOING NOTHING MERELY WATCHING ME BE ABUSED.
THEN SGT LAUGHLIN SHOVED ME INTO HIS POLICE CAR IN HANDCUFFS WHICH
HE CONTINUED TIGHTENING AGAINST MY WRISTS TILL THEY BEGAN BLEEDING IN
PAIN WHILE I CRIED OUT IN AGONY AND TEARS FOR HIM TO STOP; HE WOULD
NOT STOP AND CONTINUED LAUGHING WHILE HE DROVE ME TO UP TO SEE
SHORTWAY WHO WAS WAITING FOR ME AT THE WEST MILFORD POLICE STATION.
THIS FINANCIAL REWARD IS CONTINGENT UPON ANY FINANCIAL SETTLEMENT I

MAY RECEIVE IN THE FUTURE FROM THE THREE GRADUATE SCHOOLS
FORMERLY DISCRIMINATING AGAINST ME IN THE MOST VILE MANNERS IN THE NJ
AND NYC AREAS. I WILL OFFER SPLIT EQUITABLE FINANCIAL REWARD OF 50% OF ANY MONEY I

RECEIVE TO THOSE AGENCIES AND/OR INDIVIDUALS COURAGEOUS ENOUGH TO HELP BRING THESE

RUTHLESS DETECTIVES AND THEIR SGT’S TO JUSTICE AND JAIL. AND, IF AMERICAN CANNOT FIND

THE MORAL AND POLITICAL WILLPOWER TO BRING THEM TO JUSTICE AND TRIAL HERE IN THE USA, I

WANT THEM EXTRADITED TO THE HAGUE ICC COURT.
In friendship and diplomacy my reputation for honesty proceeds me so all interested persons
and/or parties in helping me bring Shortway and his Sgt Laughlin from West Milford NJ to
trial at the Hague, can rest assured I will uphold my end of the reward agreement shall I receive financial settlement

myself from the aforementioned colleges in the near future.


lpcyusa said...

I Felt many Times Safer With General Ratko Mladic Than I Do Sitting Alone In My Apartment
In Bloomingdale, NJ USA
As an after thought on my book. I doubt very much that I met Mr. Mladic on a ”boat
restaurant.” There was no one else present having dinner.
It as more like a living and/or conference setting and seems to me now to be more like a private
yacht. I have never really been on one before but it reminded me of photos I’ve seen of the
interior of Onassis’s yachts.
I felt many times more safer sitting with General Ratko Mladic Than I Do Sitting At Home In
My Apartment In Bloomingdale, NJ US!
Although it may sound foreign to many here in America, I would feel safer having the Serbian
Army as my bodyguards here at my house in Bloomingdale, NJ where I rent a small apartment
to protect me from the local townships’ corrupt law enforcement officials and if I had teh
finances I hire a few.


lpcyusa said...

I Felt many Times Safer With General Ratko Mladic Than I Do Sitting Alone In My Apartment
In Bloomingdale, NJ USA
As an after thought on my book. I doubt very much that I met Mr. Mladic on a ”boat
restaurant.” There was no one else present having dinner.
It as more like a living and/or conference setting and seems to me now to be more like a private
yacht. I have never really been on one before but it reminded me of photos I’ve seen of the
interior of Onassis’s yachts. I felt many times more safer sitting with General Ratko Mladic Than I Do Sitting At Home In

My Apartment In Bloomingdale, NJ US!

Although it may sound foreign to many here in America, I would feel safer having the Serbian
Army as my bodyguards here at my house in Bloomingdale, NJ where I rent a small apartment
to protect me from the local townships’ corrupt law enforcement officials and if I had teh
finances I hire a few.

Former United States CIA Assassins Confess To Jill

Monday, April 20, 2009
Former United States CIA Assassins Confess To Jill Starr About America's War Crimes In


Vietnam, South and Central America. I heard and saw no evidence of any war crimes in either Serbia and/or

Montengro.No one went around chatting about committing war crimes, but right here in the United States of America I

used to date a former West Point Professor who worked in the CIA/NSA as a military mercenary and assassin.
As a former US military commander he confessed to me terrible war crimes, civilian and child
rapes entire squads of US armed military groups committed together in Vietnam and also in
South and Central America etc. If the Hague wants to prosecute people for crimes against humanity, I can begin to give

them an entire list of US CIA crimes committed under US Presidential orders in Central and South America , Cuba and

Vietnam in which US military commanders gave orders to their groups to rape and pillage entire villages in Vietnam etc...


Where does the Hague really want to start on US WAr Crimes (?) Ready, On Your Mark, Get
bloomingdale, United States IN fact one man told me that the CIa made him and his military comrades commit terrible

rapes against children, old women and others during his Vietnam War torture. He said he and others were scared to

intervene and stop it because the other US servicemen
would have shot then on account of disobeying ”direct orders” that it was ”Ok for the
squadron of that particular US Military formation ” to act like that .
This former CIA man said he tuned into an drinker because he found it very hard to live daily
with these crimes and other assassinations he carried out under direct US military orders in
Nicuragua etc.. like cutting murdering people for the CIA etc. by cutting their throats.
How the CIA used maids and housekeepers to spy directly on leading politicians of many
his person became very angry with the US government and wrote several books. he also said the underground map room

at West Point was under neath the parking (underground) to the left. Welcome Jill Starr. Join the discussion!

Posted by lpcyusa at 6:04 PM 0 comments
Former United States CIA Assassins Confess To Jill Starr About America's War Crimes In

Vietnam, South and Central America Former United States CIA Assassins Confess To Jill Starr About America's War

Crimes In Vietnam, South and Central America.
I heard and saw no evidence of any war crimes in either Serbia and/or Montengro.
No one went around chatting about committing war crimes, but right here in the United States
of America I used to date a former West Point Professor who worked in the CIA/NSA as a
military mercenary and assassin. As a former US military commander he confessed to me terrible war crimes, civilian and

child rapes entire squads of US armed military groups committed together in Vietnam and also in South and Central

America etc.
If the Hague wants to prosecute people for crimes against humanity, I can begin to give them
an entire list of US CIA crimes committed under US Presidential orders in Central and South
America , Cuba and Vietnam in which US military commanders gave orders to their groups to
rape and pillage entire villages in Vietnam etc... Where does the Hague really want to start on US WAr Crimes (?) Ready,

On Your Mark, Get IN fact one man told me that the CIa made him and his military comrades commit terrible rapes

against children, old women and others during his Vietnam War tour.He said he and others were scared to intervene and

stop it because the other US servicemen
would have shot then on account of disobeying ”direct orders” that it was ”Ok for the
squadron of that particular US Military formation ” to act like that . This former CIA man said he tuned into an drinker

because he found it very hard to live daily with these crimes and other assassinations he carried out under direct US

military orders in Nicuragua etc.. like cutting murdering people for the CIA etc. by cutting their throats.

How the CIA used maids and housekeepers to spy directly on leading politicians of many
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