Human trafficking in Bosnia: What the UN Doesn't Want You to Know

Kathryn Bolkovac and Rachel Weisz at an afterpremier of "The Whistleblower"

In 1999, Kathryn Bolkovac went to Bosnia as part of a UN mission. She discovered terrible wrongdoing - and refused to stay silent about it. She tells Nisha Lilia Diu her incredible story, now the subject of a film starring Rachel Weisz.

'Do you want coffee? Baileys? Coffee and Baileys?’ Kathryn Bolkovac pours a dash of liqueur into a black onyx mug. 'That’s what I’m having.’

She’s just home from work on this icy Friday evening in a small city near Amsterdam.

She has lived in Holland, with her Dutch husband, ever since her life was transformed by events so extraordinary they have been made into a film, The Whistleblower, starring Rachel Weisz.

Before going on a UN peacekeeping mission to Bosnia 13 years ago , Bolkovac, 51, was a police officer in Nebraska. She specialised in sex crimes, was nicknamed Xena: Warrior Princess, and had a 95 per cent conviction rate.

'It was actually higher than that,’ she corrects me, settling on an L-shaped chocolate suede sofa. I tell her that in Britain the rape conviction rate is more like 6 per cent. She laughs, amazed.

'You have to get confessions. That’s the trick – knowing how to interview people.’

But with 10 years on the street and two failed marriages behind her, it was time for a change.

She signed up with DynCorp, the private contractor providing American personnel for the UN mission in Bosnia. The war was only recently ended and the country’s legal infrastructure was in disarray.

Bolkovac thought of 'all the good, meaningful work I was going to do’, training Bosnian police officers and re-establishing law and order.

The first of several nasty shocks came before she’d even left: among the recruits at DynCorp’s training week in Texas was a man from Mississippi. He’d been to Bosnia before and had had such a good time he was going again.

He told them all how scenic it was, adding, 'and I know where you can get really nice 12- to 15-year-olds’. Bolkovac was baffled, believing she’d misheard.

In Bosnia, where there were so many dead the Olympic football stadium had been turned into a cemetery, she threw herself into her work.

Soon Madeleine Rees, the head of the UN Office of the High Commissioner for Human Rights, had recruited her to run a pilot project on violence against women.

While there, working in a police station with a hole in the floor for a lavatory, Bolkovac secured Bosnia’s first conviction for domestic violence.

Then one day the body of a skimpily dressed Ukrainian girl came floating down the River Bosna. Soon after, a Moldovan girl was found wandering the river banks.

Bolkovac attempted to interview her but only understood one word, 'Florida’, the name of a nightclub where she’d often see UN vehicles parked.

When she arrived the club was deserted. She found stacks of American dollars and foreign passports in a safe and, behind a locked door, seven girls. 'Sheer terror,’ says Bolkovac of the looks on the girls’ faces. 'It was exactly as you see in the film:

'they’re huddled, they’re holding each other, they’re on these bare, stained mattresses.’ They were too afraid to talk. One of them pointed to the river outside. 'We don’t want to end up floating.’

Dozens of girls began turning up at Bolkovac’s station with 'eerily similar’ stories:

They’d taken a job abroad as a waitress or cleaner or nanny - often at the insistence of their own families - but during the journey everything had gone wrong.

They were taken somewhere else altogether, forcibly stripped and sold to someone who humiliated, beat and raped them into dead-eyed submission. Now they were imprisoned in brothels in Bosnia.

'People ask me what’s true,’ says the film’s director, Larysa Kondracki. 'But it’s barely scratching the surface. We had to tone it down.’

The problem was so widespread, says Rees (now secretary general of the Women’s International League for Peace and Freedom), 'Kathy ended up having time to deal with nothing but trafficking.’

Girls who escaped were frequently found – sometimes grabbed outside safe houses – and brutally punished by their pimp, with the others made to watch. But that wasn’t the only reason they wouldn’t testify.

'They didn’t expect [the police] to help them,’ says Bolkovac.

She discovered numerous individuals in the Bosnian and UN police (which was made up of some 1,800 officers from 45 countries) who were not only using trafficked prostitutes but were on the traffickers’ pay-roll.

They were paid to give warnings on raids, return girls who escaped or, when rescued girls were repatriated ('dumped somewhere on the border’, according to Bolkovac), let the traffickers know where they could collect them so they could be 'recycled back into the system.

'Free access to the girls was an added perk.’

Bolkovac is fresh-faced and young-looking, with a thick ponytail of light-blonde hair, but she seems tired.

'I found it intolerable,’ she says. The more she investigated, the more her UN colleagues turned against her.

'She’d been very popular and one of the lads,’ says Rees. 'And you could see she was getting increasingly isolated in the cafeteria; people weren’t sitting with her.’

Bolkovac’s files went missing, her superiors pulled her cases, people warned her to back off.

Eventually, she wrote an email detailing everything she’d learnt and sent it to 50 senior mission personnel, with the subject 'Do not read this if you have a weak stomach or a guilty conscience’.

Four days later she was demoted, and a few months after that DynCorp fired her for falsifying her timesheets.

But Bolkovac had kept copies of all her files; her mantra, she says, has always been 'document, document, document’. She successfully sued DynCorp for unfair dismissal for making a protected disclosure – legal-speak for whistleblowing.

The tribunal stated, 'It is hard to imagine a case in which a firm has behaved in a more callous manner.’

Within hours of the ruling DynCorp settled a second whistleblowing case against it, offering an undisclosed sum to an aircraft mechanic from Texas called Ben Johnston, who had evidence of UN personnel buying and selling girls elsewhere in Bosnia.

Johnston signed a gagging order. 'It was very disappointing,’ says Bolkovac with a sigh.

Most disappointing of all was what happened next: several men were sent home, but none was punished further. No future employer will ever know what these men were guilty of.

I asked DynCorp if its guidelines had become more stringent since 2001 and was sent its code of ethics.

It states that 'engaging in or supporting any trafficking in persons […] is prohibited. Any person who violates this standard or fails to report violations of this standard shall be subject to disciplinary action, up to and including termination of employment.’

So nothing has changed.

DynCorp continues to win multimillion-dollar military contracts with the American government in Iraq, Afghanistan and Haiti among other places.

This is despite paying a $155,000 settlement to a contractor in Iraq in January 2012 and, in June 2011, $7.7 million to the US State Department itself over charges of filing false paperwork.

Unlike those who had been quietly sent home, Bolkovac’s professional record was blighted by her dismissal and she’s been unable to find work in international law enforcement since.

She currently works at an auctioneers which deals in industrial and agricultural equipment, as well as consulting and speaking at universities and NGOs in her own time.

The UN mission in Bosnia finished in January 2003 but the abuses did not end there.

In fact, Jacques Paul Klein, the head of the UN mission in Bosnia, went on to lead the UN mission in Liberia, where he presided over similar scandals.

He has now 'dropped off the face of the earth’, says Bolkovac.

He was retired from the UN after allegedly having an affair with a woman who was taking his UN secrets to the Liberian dictator, Charles Taylor. 'You couldn’t make it up, could you?’ says Rees.

Recent years have seen allegations of sexual exploitation by UN peacekeepers in the Ivory Coast, the Congo, Columbia… The list goes on.

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