WHAT a pleasure to revisit the estate of Count André de la Roche in central
Spring here can be nippy but the murderous chill and somberness of winter days are gone. You may not always see it but the sun is there, blissfully high up in the sky, a silvery, luminous presence behind grey clouds.
The Sancerrois countryside is now a rolling, rollicking ocean of dark green leaves and flowers of all the colours you can imagine; and if you are having an outdoors conversation you make each other repeat words in the din of a million birds, each keen on diffusing its own melodious babble.
Schweppes, the golden
In a way, André de la Roche himself can hardly be called to be in a mood much different from Schweppes.’ He has been working hard in the cellars, whistling as he dotingly checks his produce, known here as the nectar of the gods, in its various stages of maturation. Out in the field he makes sure to rid his vineyards of unwanted growths and have the superfluous branches clipped in order to make the good ones more resistant.
The count nevertheless finds time to discuss for the readers of Dawn the issue that is bothering us today: the hullabaloo about the international criminal court and its avowed mission of punishing the perpetrators of crimes against humanity, anywhere in the world. The case in point is the Sudanese president, Omar Hassan al-Bashir.
‘I am glad to see finally there is someone with guts enough to thumb his nose at this masquerade. Ever since the ICC issued an arrest warrant against him on March four this year, he has merrily travelled to
‘By publicly qualifying the warrant against him as ‘not worth the ink it is written in’ President Omar al-Bashir has put to test an entire concept concocted by a set of lavishly paid bureaucrats comfortably sitting in The Hague and trying to arrest leaders all over the Third World.
‘The International Criminal Court, as you know, is a very recent phenomenon that went into operation only seven years ago. In the media-dominated world of today, it apparently is given to embroidering a highly attractive (for the young in any case!) vocabulary that Socrates would not have failed to notice as rhetoric.
‘Take a deep breath and think about it. When we utter words like ‘international community,’ ‘one world’ and ‘crime against humanity’ etc, words that would have been considered total gibberish only 30 years ago, are we communicating an infallible truth? Or is our aim simply limited to flattering people in order to convert them to our point of view? That’s exactly what Socrates identifies as rhetoric in Plato’s dialogue Gorgias.
‘The Americans triumphantly held the
‘The ICC has set for itself the starting point of human history as of July 1, 2002 and is not concerned with events that took place prior to this date, thus automatically granting immunity to the nuclear terrorists.
‘Just as well, come to think of it! Because if you push this logic to its most ludicrous hilt, you better prepare to dig up Alexander the Great, Julius Caesar and Napoleon Bonaparte from their graves and put them on trial too.
‘I have heard no voices from
‘Oh, let me correct myself. As a matter of fact the ICC prosecutors did throw out as ‘manifestly outside our jurisdiction’ a complaint from the Iraqi people in February 2006, pleading that the war crimes in
‘A phony argument is often put forward (or is it mere simple-mindedness?) according to which in a democracy freedom of expression is an effective check against human rights abuses. Well, all the facts pertaining to the Hiroshima-Nagasaki bombings were published in the American press. Did that stop the
‘The ICC, under the false premises that crimes against humanity only take place in non-democratic countries, does not consider possession or use of weapons of mass destruction a felony. It has nevertheless issued 12 warrants since its inception against African leaders, four of whom are actually under arrest currently.
‘Despite incessant moralising tirades from American human rights groups, the
As if in approval of his master’s conclusion, Schweppes, now sufficiently rested, gives out a decisive ‘woof!’ and bolts in hot pursuit after a rainbow-coloured dragonfly.
The writer is a journalist based in
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