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- Jan. 08, 1990: A Kaleidoscope Of Chaos
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1990
- Jan. 08, 1990 When Tyrants Fall
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- WORLD, Page 35
- A Kaleidoscope of Chaos
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- <body>
- <p>On the road from the border to Bucharest: people ricocheting
- between agony and elation, fear and hope
- </p>
- <p>By James Wilde/Timisoara
- </p>
- <p> On Christmas Eve in Timisoara, the border city where the
- uprising against Nicolae Ceausescu first bubbled up, a young
- woman stood in a field, rocking back and forth, crying softly.
- "Bloody, oh, how bloody," she crooned over the corpse of an old
- man. His hands had been cut off, his body disfigured by boiling
- water and acid. He had been her father.
- </p>
- <p> Nothing could have prepared the mind for Timisoara and the
- tableau of horrors left by the regime's last and worst spasm
- of barbarity. In the same muddy field, laid out on white
- sheets, were two dozen other naked bodies, more victims of a
- massacre Dec. 16 and 17 by the Securitate, Ceausescu's secret
- police. These bodies too had been subjected to efforts to
- render them unrecognizable, an obvious attempt not only to
- spite those the victims left behind but also to intimidate
- them. The bodies bore various marks of torture: ankles entwined
- in barbed wire, stomachs crudely sewn up where they had been
- slashed open. On the corpse of one woman lay the seven-month
- fetus that had been ripped from her womb. But horror was not
- the only emotion expressed in Rumania last week. In the village
- of Denta, near Timisoara, church bells were pealing. A
- procession of villagers, many of whom looked like Gulag
- veterans in their shabby overalls and torn jackets, streamed
- out of the small Orthodox church and gathered on the village
- green, singing in thanksgiving joy. A horse-drawn cart
- clattered by, and its euphoric driver shouted, "Long live the
- liberation!"
- </p>
- <p> Scenes that were part of an otherworldly mixture of triumph
- and fear, suspicion and hope: peasants making the V-for-victory
- sign outside empty shops or beside wells said to have been
- poisoned by the Securitate. No one confident that those brutal
- defenders of the old regime were really gone; no one certain
- what kind of a government was in charge. People ricocheting
- between agony and elation. And fear everywhere.
- </p>
- <p> More than a week after the rebellion erupted, Securitate
- snipers were still shooting at anything that moved, armed or
- unarmed, in the streets of Timisoara. Every intersection had
- a checkpoint manned by young and visibly frightened rebels.
- Whenever a car appeared, they flagged it down to search for
- weapons; even a stooped grandmother might join in the effort.
- </p>
- <p> In a country thick with informers, where the constant fear
- of betrayal to the Securitate had destroyed people's ability
- to trust one another and work together, the newfound sense of
- common cause showed itself in other ways. Women rushed out to
- the army tanks rumbling along Timisoara's streets and passed
- baskets of bread and pails of tea through the hatches. One
- recalled another legacy of Ceausescu's--the beggaring of
- Rumania--when she explained, "We have nothing else to give
- the soldiers except bread."
- </p>
- <p> Rumor swirled. Everyone had heard about one place or another
- where Ceausescu followers had suddenly appeared: "Last night
- we heard that paratroopers loyal to that murderer [Ceausescu]
- had been dropped outside the town," said Asofei Jorim, 21, a
- student who had survived the Timisoara massacre and joined the
- militia guarding the city. "We have even heard that Palestinian
- students who were being trained as terrorists here are also
- supporting the old regime."
- </p>
- <p> Everywhere, relief and triumph mingled with a persistent
- sense of danger. At Moravita, a sleepy Rumanian frontier post
- on the edge of the Yugoslav border, customs officials waved
- their arms high in victory but warned, "Be very careful. There
- is shooting all the time." In villages along the road to
- Bucharest, virtually every Rumanian flag had the communist logo
- scissored out of the center of the blue, yellow and red field;
- everywhere, signs lauding communism and Ceausescu had been
- defaced. In Craiova, an industrial city west of Bucharest,
- jubilation reigned even as fighting between the army and the
- Securitate was still going on. "We are all in ecstasy over our
- new freedom," said Eugen Radui, a 19-year-old student who was
- part of a group guarding a hotel. "I have had no liberty. It
- is impossible to describe what it was like living here." At the
- town hall, where a provisional governing committee of 40 people
- had been installed, the lights were kept dim so snipers could
- not spot potential targets through the windows.
- </p>
- <p> Even so, nothing could dim the realization that Rumania had
- entered a new era. "It was the students who lighted the fire,
- the students in Bucharest and Timisoara," said Emilian Mercan,
- 36, a former travel agent and member of the Craiova committee.
- "I never thought this could happen, this revolution." Later,
- after hearing that Ceausescu and his wife Elena had been
- executed, Mercan summed up his feelings in what might be close
- to a nationwide sentiment: "We are like children waking from
- a nightmare in the middle of the night. All we want is
- reassurance that it won't happen again."
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