The degradation of Josip BrozBMJ 1996; 313 doi: https://doi.org/10.1136/bmj.313.7069.1409 (Published 30 November 1996) Cite this as: BMJ 1996;313:1409
- Paul Aurora
Josip Broz lived in a small children's home on the edge of town. The staff pitied him, for not only had he been born with the ugliest of deformities, but fate had orphaned him at a young age. His mother died giving birth to him; his father, unable to cope, took solace in whisky and met his destiny in a road accident a few months later. Josip's sister, unprepared for the sudden responsibility, abandoned him to the children's home, where he received more sympathy than affection. Josip had his revenge on the staff when the war came, for while they lost their homes and their children Josip stayed in his own bed, and apart from the cold and the occasional journalist, his life did not change.
The war was bloody even by local standards, and by the time it was over the town had been gutted. Then the foreigners arrived driving bright new Land Cruisers, wearing crisp white suits, their wallets bulging. The people were ecstatic.
“Thank God you've come. You've no idea how much we need your money. The school's been levelled, the children are wearing …