By Andrej Nikolaidis, CdM columnist
Anyone who watched the verbal-literary diarrhoea of Croatian fans at the match against Montenegro in Podgorica could see that the problem with fascism is not so much that it is disgusting and foul-smelling, but that it is cowardly and hypocritical.
Cowardly, because it is the ideology of the mob; because it always implies the terror of the majority over the minority, in other words, terror over the weaker.
Look at the American fascists gathered around Trump. Their target is migrants, because they claim that these newcomers will take their country and make it theirs. They forget, of course, that America is a nation of migrants and that everyone there came from somewhere else. They also forget that once they arrived, they took the land from its original inhabitants and made it theirs. So, they are afraid that someone will do to them exactly what they did to others. Trump’s anti-immigrant hysteria is the very definition of hypocrisy.
The word fascism, in case anyone doesn’t know, comes from the Italian fascio, or the Latin fascis, meaning “bundle.” The idea is simple: strength lies in numbers. A single twig is easy to break; if you tie thin twigs into a bundle, they resist force.
That, however, is only partially true: a bundle of twigs burns better than a single twig when set alight by the left. Besides, when you pile up excrement, it is not any solid wall, not an insurmountable barrier to migrants, seasonal workers, Jews, or anyone else fascists see as a threat to their faecal traditions—it is simply a heap of shit.
This brings us to the merry fascists who shouted “For the homeland — ready” and “Kill the Serb” in Podgorica. Let’s establish an axiom: the Ustashas are Croatian Chetniks, and the Chetniks are Serbian Ustashas. Not only did Chetniks and Ustashas fight on the same side in World War II, not only did they flee together at the war’s end, but they are also bound, like a bundle of twigs smeared with dung, by the aforementioned hypocrisy. You see: neither the Ustashas—then or the ones at the Podgorica stadium—bothered that Pavelic practically handed all of Dalmatia to Mussolini. If it weren’t for the partisans, “Torcida” today would be a group of fans from Italy. The Chetniks, meanwhile, who were building Moljevic’s “Homogeneous,” or “Greater” Serbia, didn’t care that the NDH took Bosnia and reached Zemun, near Belgrade. When it was time, they fled together, in brotherhood and unity, so to speak.
Fleeing is, in fact, the main characteristic of both Ustashas and Chetnik warfare. They fled sometimes together, sometimes individually; sometimes on foot, sometimes using vehicles. Which is why Ustashas and Chetnik military actions are not studied at military academies, but at traffic faculties.
It’s therefore no surprise that Ultra Montenegro brushed off Torcida like spit, like a stinky bug on a lapel: in a single sentence.
Because Ultra Montenegro didn’t even apologise to the “For the homeland — ready” shouters, so they had nothing to reject. Their “Forgive us, Dubrovnik” wasn’t an apology—it was a legitimisation: a statement of which Montenegro they belong to.
What happened at the stadium under Gorica, as Croatian media also correctly noted—Jutarnji list and Slobodna Dalmacija praised the hosts while criticising the Croatian fans—is another reminder of why it is crucial that Montenegrin fascism never takes root. Another reminder that for free Montenegro, Ustashas and Chetniks, Thompson and Baja Mali Knindza, can only ever be one thing—the same damn thing.
Any politically (semi-)literate person can see that at the stadium in Podgorica, and before that during the attack on Croatian fans on the road from Budva to Cetinje, the Ustashas and Chetniks executed a one-two pass. Evidence of this is the fact that such a massive banner brought by Croatian fans could not have been smuggled into the stadium without the police knowing. The message was clear: here are your Croats. But neither Croats are Ustashas, nor Serbs are Chetniks—the very idea of equating an entire nation with its fascists is fascist. It should be rejected with disgust. If I wanted to be sarcastic, I’d say: the greatness of Montenegro is precisely that when it joins the European Union, it will allow Croatian Ustashas and Montenegrin Chetniks to live in the same state community.
Lastly, let me restate this by using the words of one of the regime’s own intellectual opponents—Julius Evola—against it.
So: we know that both “For the homeland — ready” and all monuments to Pavle Djurisic and the like are just alibis for fascist defeat. Let the fascists have their “truths.” Ours is simple: when, with our selfless help, all their works collapse—as they always do—we will stand, triumphant and proud, amid their ruins.
(Columnists’ opinions and views do not necessarily reflect those of the CdM editorial team)
