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Carla Del Ponte: Madame Prosecutor

Carla Del Ponte begins this odd “memoir” of eight years as the chief prosecutor—the public face—of the International Criminal Tribunal for (the former) Yugoslavia with her first call on George Tenet, director of the Central Intelligence Agency in 2000. She catalogued (completely Serbian) crimes including the shelling of Sarajevo, ethnic cleansing operations and the killings of “about 7,500” Muslim males at Srebrenica. Tenet, she writes, promised complete cooperation in pursuing the evildoers. “I should have known better,” than to trust Tenet. Dismissing Arthur Schopenhauer’s dictum that women are not capable of grasping the nature of “justice,” she asserts to the contrary it is men who erect a muro di gomma (wall of rubber) to deflect justice—including the CIA director. She called on him again to complain of a lack of cooperation saying