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You can call me Al
In her effort to line up political support, Hillary Clinton extends an olive branch, and a White House invite, to Rev. Al Sharpton.
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"The ones who fell on top of me saved my life"
A man who miraculously survived a Serbian massacre tells his terrible story.
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[07/09/99]

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[07/08/99]

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Hillary takes one giant step and one baby step out of her husband's political shadow.
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[07/08/99]

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By Anthony York
[07/07/99]

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It is to this place that Naxhie Gagierri, 27, comes looking for her husband, Fadil, 35, with Fadil's brother and sister. Leaving Naxhie's 2-year-old daughter crying in the back seat of their car, they walk resolutely into the carnage. They toe through the effects. "Where is he?" Naxhie asks, raking her fingers through her hair. She bends over the dismembered leg, stares hard at the corpse in the brush. But the clothes don't match her husband's. Not that she has any hope of his being alive. "Look what the Serbs have done," she sobs. All she wants, she says, is a body to re-bury with dignity.

Also Today "The ones who fell on top of me saved my life" A man who miraculously survived a Serbian massacre tells his terrible story.

Naxhie and Fadil were among a large group of refugees from the villages surrounding Djakove, traveling together toward the Albanian border, believing there was safety in numbers. On April 27, not far from this field just a few miles short of their goal, they were surrounded by Serbian paramilitaries. The men were separated out, the women searched for money. Naxhie remembers watching in horror as one Serbian paramilitary, demanding money from one woman, ripped out the teeth of her child as punishment when she couldn't produce any.

Naxhie's last sight of her husband was of him standing beside a tractor, hugging his 2-year-old daughter, telling her goodbye. As Naxhie ran off with other women toward the Albanian border, she heard long rips of automatic gunfire behind her.

Now she walks a widening circle, then stops, staring at the ground. One hand over her nose to block the stench, she fingers a bloody sock. "It is his," she says; she repaired the sock herself and recognizes her handiwork. She frantically looks for other evidence but finds nothing.

Standing among the fields, villagers come from all directions and ask to be able to show visitors the location and evidence of massacres in their homes and yards. No one near Djakove is burying bodies just yet. They are waiting for the war crimes tribunal to come, exhume the dead and bear witness to the Serbs' crimes.

"Come see my atrocity," one man insists.

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