The great day finally came, and all I could think about was the joylessness of justice. The spectacle of the brave crowds in Belgrade was strangely unintoxicating. Perhaps justice must be joyless, because it is preceded by injustice.
Justice comes always with a shadow.
If it is properly understood, the establishment of justice cannot be an intoxicating experience. As I regarded the images of the sacking of the dictator's parliament and the dictator's TV station, my dourness startled me. All this was true. But it was not all that was true. There was also the knowledge that the road to the Serbian revolution had passed through Vukovar and Sarajevo and Srebrenica and Pristina.