STATEMENT OF SREĆKO ŽIVANOVIĆ FROM REPOVAC, BRATUNAC MUNICIPALITY, GIVEN ON APRIL 11, 1942, ON THE USTASHA MASS KILLINGS OF SERBS ON THE DRINA RIVER.[1]
1 . [ource] Kostić, 25 April 42[2]
STATEMENT
Srećko Živanović, a peasant from Repovac, Bratunac Municipality, Srebrenica District, Bosnia, 39 years old, a Serb, who in the village of Bačevci, on 11 April 1942, stated:
On April 8, rumors spread about the Ustasha incursion, which were reinforced by shooting and fire in which the village of Kravice[3] vanished.
Panic-stricken, our villagers fled to the bank of the Drina. Women and children and cattle were to be transferred first, and we, the men, in the end.
On the 9th of this month, at around 2 p.m., a truck with about 30 armed men dressed in black appeared at the crossing point. At that moment, there were about 80 women, children and the elderly on the bank, completely unarmed, who were shot at by people from the vehicle, regardless of the fact that these were women and children and regardless of the fact that we raised our hands in surrender. In the meantime, two more trucks came with men dressed in black, who joined the shooting. When I saw the killing of women and children, I hid in the thicket on the bank. After the shooting stopped, the Ustashas began searching the area. When I saw that they would find me, I got up and shouted to them with raised hands: “I surrender”. Despite all that, an Ustasha shot at me and a woman standing next to me.
There was a boat full of children and women on the bank. The Ustashas overturned it, so that everyone who was in it drowned. The children and women, who were still holding on to the overturned boat, were shot by the Ustashas from the bank, so that they sank, too.
As the Ustashas took me to the bank, they beat me fiercely with rifle butts. I and an old man Vladimir Đukanović, the Mayor of Bjelovac, Vojin Grujić and his son Vojislav, together with his wife, were driven from the river to the village of Bjelovac. We were further beaten there. With the fiercest curses to the Serbian king, his mother, Gypsies, Nedić, Dangić and Račić, we were beaten. “You want to escape across the Drina to Nedić, do you think that we cannot get to you in Serbia?” one of them asked me.
Another one asked me if I was a Communist and when I answered that I was not, he hit me with the handle of his pistol, cursed fiercely and said: “So you are a Chetnik, do you see the one in the corner, he is also a Serb, but he is a better Serb than you. He is a Communist and he is fighting against you Chetniks together with us.” I really saw an armed civilian in the corner. “Do you want to cross, to go to Nedić?”, said a third man, “we will cross over to Serbia soon, and remember, not even a single child in the cradle will stay alive there.”
I was released upon the intervention of Hasan Fendić, the new Mayor of Bratunac, but when I realized that they were persecuting me and that they were looking for me at home, I fled to Serbia to save my life. My children and my three children, who remained in the village, have most likely been killed.
I can swear on this statement. Srećko Živanović
[1] АВ, Ф. 562, 3.1.1.2, 412-413.
[2] Handwritten note.
[3] Kravica. See: P. Đukanović, Ustanak na Drini, 172-180.