07/05: Estonia! Two sides of one problem!
Estonia is main theme right now!
We have two positions. But it’s not all minds. One more fight new Cold War?
Who knows…
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The Postimees is Estonia’s leading quality daily newspaper – 1 in 3 Estonians reads Postimees*
The Postimees was founded in 1857. Currently the Postimees belongs to the Eesti Meedia group, the only one of its kind that unites both printed and electronic media. The major shareholder of Eesti Meedia is the Nordic media group Schibsted, which holds 92.5% of the Postimees stock.
The Face of the Week: The Unknown Russian Scum
He is dressed in Hugo Boss. In his pocket is a handful of semechki this folk are chewing. He hates fascists. Perhaps, these are the signs which the police and state-security police are going to use in their search for those who looted Tallinn yesterday destroying and stealing others’ property.
To be sure, it is not the first time our streets are witnessing the onslaught of the barbarians. But the last of those happened in wartime and 66 years ago. Historians cannot recall anything like this happening in peacetime.
Back then, in 1941, the ‘victors’, whose offspring are now ravishing Tallinn, had left a ruthlessly burnt down city to the Germans. Four years later, they came back and dug into the ground a dozen of coffins and put up a monument to some unknown soldier. They don’t even know, they are just guessing, whom was it that they buried in here.
For half a century, they staged a comedy by this monument, honoured the memory of the unknown and even recruited unfortunate teenagers with wooden guns for this circus. A gaz-pipe was heating the air for decades. And even later it was still turned on from time to time at the request of the ageing veterans. These old guys used to come there after annual celebrations in May, to have a shot of vodka and to dance a bit.
Newspapers used to be keen on publishing pictures, as from a circus, featuring bearded women and dancing bears. Even the state-security police, located across the street, sometimes picked an especially good picture for its own photo-album.
For 15 years, in Estonia, we talked about integration, as if it were a miracle of some sort. Officials and politicians preached to us how loyal all these comrades whom we inherited from the Soviet Motherland were. And their kids, they are just like ours own, they study the language and all that.
But when Estonian state has got just a bit tougher, has touched just a bit on the feelings of the retired Soviet servicemen, this so far unknown creature reared its true and ugly face. From behind the bronze mask an entirely new - or, more precisely, a forgotten old - face was staring at us. This wasn’t a soldier, nor any civilised human being at all. This was the Russian scum. And we have almost forgotten about his existence.
From time to time, on a dark and empty street, he reminded us of his presence with a clenched fist. But no big harm done. He just lived in a separate space of his, in some other world, in a cocoon, entertained there by Russian TV-propaganda. For us, the state in particular, that was rather convenient. No big problems.
Some of our politicians, Edgar Savisaar, know how to communicate with this folk, they even know how to please them. In bygone times, politicians used to have a cliché - to send signals. His signals Savisaar is sending to the Russian population all the time, competing with Russia’s television, flirting, but never saying a firm ‘yes’. But let us leave to politicians themselves their private feelings and flirting.
In the last few weeks, not only the Russian scum was unmasked, but Savisaar as well. The latter hides now in the Tallinn mayor’s office, snarling through the Chairman of the city-council, Toomas Vitsut. But the former is at large and looking for trouble.
His appetites are not satiated by a suit taken from the Hugo Boss boutique, a pair of jeans from the Marlboro shop and 250 USD Diesel sunglasses stolen from the optician.
He has got the taste of it by now, his spirits are elevated, the weather is fine, and retired Soviet servicemen will give him a free bottle of vodka, if need be. Shouting ‘Everything’s ours’ they will be on a rampage again, calculating what exactly to steal next.
Well, let us cover our windows and shut down our alcohol stores - this source of their regained courage. It is not the first time that we have to defend our state. This integration will too pass. And we’ll deal with the unknown scum accordingly.
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Second look:
One man, who was there...
Riot cops entered Viry street from both ends . The young protesters and random passers by started running away into side streets. Those who decided to stay thinking that running away would provoke the police to arrest them, were knocked face down on the asphalt and handcuffed in plastic handcuffs. An Estonian next to me started talking to the police in Estonian, after which he was set free. My friend Ura Zhuravlev, two other Russians and myself were loaded into a ordinary bus after 15 minutes of lying face down, and were transported to the port.Along the way, some slightly drunk young guys were calling the police fascists. We tried to remind the cops about presumption of the innocence, but they told us to shut up. At terminal D of the port, we were tucked into warehouse 19/6. There was nothing there except dusty cement floor and 200 other people like us. We were ordered to squat by the wall. There were mainly young people, part of them was drunk, all of them seriously beaten up; quite a few people like us, and also some school kids and one old German(http://www.iltalehti.fi/uutiset/200705016054874_uu.shtml) from Euronews TV with his German assistant and a Russian cameraman. Two girls were brought in later. Squatting in dust wasn’t particularly comfortable. Legs became numb after ten minutes, our attempts to stand up were stopped by truncheons and foot kicks. There were twenty five policemen, all of them ethnic Estonians. There were two with shaven heads (one of them didn’t even mind when we called him a Nazi), and one wearing spectacles, who particularly enjoyed beating people. Others beat us from time to time, but when in a fit of outrage they all would charge at us, the ‘quiet’ ones were especially severe. And they had to beat us frequently, since nobody would listen to them or respect them. People would stand up and walk around, calling the cops fascists, promising to find them later and cut their ears off. Some were talking on their mobiles quietly, demanded to be taken to the toilet or be given something to drink. The crowd roared when the coppers attacked one of them and beat harshly. I was amazed at the endurance and the power of spirit of those people. They would stand up after beatings, and carry on with their demands or insult the guards. One of the lads proposed that we all stand up at the same time and thus express our protest. Majority did. Guards started beating everybody up. Twenty more cops rushed in. The protesters were knocked down on the floor or forced to squat again. The German reporter handed us a small knife secretly, and about ten people cut up their plastic handcuffs, sitting there pretending they’re still cuffed. Hands were becoming numb quickly. More people arrived – I counted around 350 by 1:00 am.. Some were sleeping, some others sat or lay silently. There were many with serious injuries: broken noses (they weren’t even allowed to wash, and were given some childrens’ bandaids instead); broken fingers, one with a big would on his leg. There were doctors, but they weren’t of much help. Many people asked for water, but nobody was given any – nor anyone was allowed to go to the toilets. There were some plainclothed people among the coppers,. When I asked him who he was and why we had to be obey him, he knocked me down on the floor and kicked a couple of times with his foot. Then they all put on light-reflecting vests so they at least look like some kind of police. One of shaven heads noticed that our hands were uncuffed, and cuffed us up again. Around 2:00 am the guards changed. There were some ethnic Russians among them. One was a good bloke, he didn’t mind us smoking or talking on the mobiles, and even didn’t mind that we managed to take the cuffs off again. Yet the other one was a bitch. There were also three ‘terminators’ in black among them. Those were especially nasty, beating everybody with metal sticks and heavy boots. Their favourite was to pile up on top of a tied up person and beat him on the back and head with a truncheon.
Around 3:00 am the three of them starting beating one guy badly – he was near us at first, then they dragged him into the centre. Not sure why they beat him, but they beat him hard. Everybody started screaming and demanding them to stop. They dragged him in the far corner. After about ten minutes I noticed he wasn’t moving and asked the Russian cop to call a doctor. I said that if he’s KILLED we all will be witnesses. The doctor examined him and walked off with a smile, hinting that he’s ok. Yet, when were finally released just before 4:00 am, he still wasn’t moving. I suspect he DIED.
The German reporter pulled out his notebook and started taking notes, demanding the policemen and the terminators to give their names (none of them had ID badges). They were kind of loyal to him at first, and even offered him to leave. But the brave German stayed. He then began annoying them, and one of the terminators yelled at him and hit him with a metal stick. The old guy wasn’t scared and fought back. Then three other cops ran up and started beating him. We yelled. They eventually knocked him down, and he hit the wall with his head, getting a bleeding wound size of a fist. No one provided medical help. The brave old fellow laughed and yelled insults at the police in English, promising that the whole world would now learn about the methods of the Estonian police. After 2:00 am they started releasing people, asking for documents before letting them go. Yura and I were let out before 4:00 am. We had our passport details taken. Not sure now how it will all end.
I personally think that when one nation (regardless of reasons) represses another nation with all the might of its state repression machine, locking them up in camps, beating and abusing them, all this is nothing but GENOCIDE – a policy condemned by the mankind and punishable by international law. All this happening in a EU country, not in Africa somewhere. Today I told this story to Tatyana Zhdanok, a Euro Parliament member. She said that a special committee would be formed within a few days to investigate into the crimes of the Estonian state against its citizens. She advised us to keep collecting material regarding such crimes.
Special URL:
The German reporter - http://www.iltalehti.fi/uutiset/200705016054874_uu.shtml
Foto - http://jakadzun.livejournal.com/44489.html?style=mine&mode=reply
Dialog. Must read - http://platon-ee.livejournal.com/21147.html?style=mine&thread=82587#t82587
New place - http://community.livejournal.com/tallinn/1591434.html
We have two positions. But it’s not all minds. One more fight new Cold War?
Who knows…
What do you think about?
Read more...
First look from
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Postimees is Estonia’s leading quality daily newspaper – 1 in 3 Estonians reads Postimees*
The Postimees was founded in 1857. Currently the Postimees belongs to the Eesti Meedia group, the only one of its kind that unites both printed and electronic media. The major shareholder of Eesti Meedia is the Nordic media group Schibsted, which holds 92.5% of the Postimees stock.
The Face of the Week: The Unknown Russian Scum
He is dressed in Hugo Boss. In his pocket is a handful of semechki this folk are chewing. He hates fascists. Perhaps, these are the signs which the police and state-security police are going to use in their search for those who looted Tallinn yesterday destroying and stealing others’ property.
To be sure, it is not the first time our streets are witnessing the onslaught of the barbarians. But the last of those happened in wartime and 66 years ago. Historians cannot recall anything like this happening in peacetime.
Back then, in 1941, the ‘victors’, whose offspring are now ravishing Tallinn, had left a ruthlessly burnt down city to the Germans. Four years later, they came back and dug into the ground a dozen of coffins and put up a monument to some unknown soldier. They don’t even know, they are just guessing, whom was it that they buried in here.
For half a century, they staged a comedy by this monument, honoured the memory of the unknown and even recruited unfortunate teenagers with wooden guns for this circus. A gaz-pipe was heating the air for decades. And even later it was still turned on from time to time at the request of the ageing veterans. These old guys used to come there after annual celebrations in May, to have a shot of vodka and to dance a bit.
Newspapers used to be keen on publishing pictures, as from a circus, featuring bearded women and dancing bears. Even the state-security police, located across the street, sometimes picked an especially good picture for its own photo-album.
For 15 years, in Estonia, we talked about integration, as if it were a miracle of some sort. Officials and politicians preached to us how loyal all these comrades whom we inherited from the Soviet Motherland were. And their kids, they are just like ours own, they study the language and all that.
But when Estonian state has got just a bit tougher, has touched just a bit on the feelings of the retired Soviet servicemen, this so far unknown creature reared its true and ugly face. From behind the bronze mask an entirely new - or, more precisely, a forgotten old - face was staring at us. This wasn’t a soldier, nor any civilised human being at all. This was the Russian scum. And we have almost forgotten about his existence.
From time to time, on a dark and empty street, he reminded us of his presence with a clenched fist. But no big harm done. He just lived in a separate space of his, in some other world, in a cocoon, entertained there by Russian TV-propaganda. For us, the state in particular, that was rather convenient. No big problems.
Some of our politicians, Edgar Savisaar, know how to communicate with this folk, they even know how to please them. In bygone times, politicians used to have a cliché - to send signals. His signals Savisaar is sending to the Russian population all the time, competing with Russia’s television, flirting, but never saying a firm ‘yes’. But let us leave to politicians themselves their private feelings and flirting.
In the last few weeks, not only the Russian scum was unmasked, but Savisaar as well. The latter hides now in the Tallinn mayor’s office, snarling through the Chairman of the city-council, Toomas Vitsut. But the former is at large and looking for trouble.
His appetites are not satiated by a suit taken from the Hugo Boss boutique, a pair of jeans from the Marlboro shop and 250 USD Diesel sunglasses stolen from the optician.
He has got the taste of it by now, his spirits are elevated, the weather is fine, and retired Soviet servicemen will give him a free bottle of vodka, if need be. Shouting ‘Everything’s ours’ they will be on a rampage again, calculating what exactly to steal next.
Well, let us cover our windows and shut down our alcohol stores - this source of their regained courage. It is not the first time that we have to defend our state. This integration will too pass. And we’ll deal with the unknown scum accordingly.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Second look:
One man, who was there...
Riot cops entered Viry street from both ends . The young protesters and random passers by started running away into side streets. Those who decided to stay thinking that running away would provoke the police to arrest them, were knocked face down on the asphalt and handcuffed in plastic handcuffs. An Estonian next to me started talking to the police in Estonian, after which he was set free. My friend Ura Zhuravlev, two other Russians and myself were loaded into a ordinary bus after 15 minutes of lying face down, and were transported to the port.Along the way, some slightly drunk young guys were calling the police fascists. We tried to remind the cops about presumption of the innocence, but they told us to shut up. At terminal D of the port, we were tucked into warehouse 19/6. There was nothing there except dusty cement floor and 200 other people like us. We were ordered to squat by the wall. There were mainly young people, part of them was drunk, all of them seriously beaten up; quite a few people like us, and also some school kids and one old German(http://www.iltalehti.fi/uutiset/200705016054874_uu.shtml) from Euronews TV with his German assistant and a Russian cameraman. Two girls were brought in later. Squatting in dust wasn’t particularly comfortable. Legs became numb after ten minutes, our attempts to stand up were stopped by truncheons and foot kicks. There were twenty five policemen, all of them ethnic Estonians. There were two with shaven heads (one of them didn’t even mind when we called him a Nazi), and one wearing spectacles, who particularly enjoyed beating people. Others beat us from time to time, but when in a fit of outrage they all would charge at us, the ‘quiet’ ones were especially severe. And they had to beat us frequently, since nobody would listen to them or respect them. People would stand up and walk around, calling the cops fascists, promising to find them later and cut their ears off. Some were talking on their mobiles quietly, demanded to be taken to the toilet or be given something to drink. The crowd roared when the coppers attacked one of them and beat harshly. I was amazed at the endurance and the power of spirit of those people. They would stand up after beatings, and carry on with their demands or insult the guards. One of the lads proposed that we all stand up at the same time and thus express our protest. Majority did. Guards started beating everybody up. Twenty more cops rushed in. The protesters were knocked down on the floor or forced to squat again. The German reporter handed us a small knife secretly, and about ten people cut up their plastic handcuffs, sitting there pretending they’re still cuffed. Hands were becoming numb quickly. More people arrived – I counted around 350 by 1:00 am.. Some were sleeping, some others sat or lay silently. There were many with serious injuries: broken noses (they weren’t even allowed to wash, and were given some childrens’ bandaids instead); broken fingers, one with a big would on his leg. There were doctors, but they weren’t of much help. Many people asked for water, but nobody was given any – nor anyone was allowed to go to the toilets. There were some plainclothed people among the coppers,. When I asked him who he was and why we had to be obey him, he knocked me down on the floor and kicked a couple of times with his foot. Then they all put on light-reflecting vests so they at least look like some kind of police. One of shaven heads noticed that our hands were uncuffed, and cuffed us up again. Around 2:00 am the guards changed. There were some ethnic Russians among them. One was a good bloke, he didn’t mind us smoking or talking on the mobiles, and even didn’t mind that we managed to take the cuffs off again. Yet the other one was a bitch. There were also three ‘terminators’ in black among them. Those were especially nasty, beating everybody with metal sticks and heavy boots. Their favourite was to pile up on top of a tied up person and beat him on the back and head with a truncheon.
Around 3:00 am the three of them starting beating one guy badly – he was near us at first, then they dragged him into the centre. Not sure why they beat him, but they beat him hard. Everybody started screaming and demanding them to stop. They dragged him in the far corner. After about ten minutes I noticed he wasn’t moving and asked the Russian cop to call a doctor. I said that if he’s KILLED we all will be witnesses. The doctor examined him and walked off with a smile, hinting that he’s ok. Yet, when were finally released just before 4:00 am, he still wasn’t moving. I suspect he DIED.
The German reporter pulled out his notebook and started taking notes, demanding the policemen and the terminators to give their names (none of them had ID badges). They were kind of loyal to him at first, and even offered him to leave. But the brave German stayed. He then began annoying them, and one of the terminators yelled at him and hit him with a metal stick. The old guy wasn’t scared and fought back. Then three other cops ran up and started beating him. We yelled. They eventually knocked him down, and he hit the wall with his head, getting a bleeding wound size of a fist. No one provided medical help. The brave old fellow laughed and yelled insults at the police in English, promising that the whole world would now learn about the methods of the Estonian police. After 2:00 am they started releasing people, asking for documents before letting them go. Yura and I were let out before 4:00 am. We had our passport details taken. Not sure now how it will all end.
I personally think that when one nation (regardless of reasons) represses another nation with all the might of its state repression machine, locking them up in camps, beating and abusing them, all this is nothing but GENOCIDE – a policy condemned by the mankind and punishable by international law. All this happening in a EU country, not in Africa somewhere. Today I told this story to Tatyana Zhdanok, a Euro Parliament member. She said that a special committee would be formed within a few days to investigate into the crimes of the Estonian state against its citizens. She advised us to keep collecting material regarding such crimes.
Special URL:
The German reporter - http://www.iltalehti.fi/uutiset/200705016054874_uu.shtml
Foto - http://jakadzun.livejournal.com/44489.html?style=mine&mode=reply
Dialog. Must read - http://platon-ee.livejournal.com/21147.html?style=mine&thread=82587#t82587
New place - http://community.livejournal.com/tallinn/1591434.html
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