Mixed feelings in Dubble Dutch

On 5 June 2013 by Carolien Geurtsen

 

Invitation for a peaceful Kandil Meeting Taksim 6th June

Gisteren las ik een stuk van Ilayda Tunca op Facebook wat me erg aangreep. In het Turks, geschreven door Erkan Yolalan. Het staat hieronder.
Ik heb met haar heen en weer gemaild en om een vertaling gevraagd omdat het me net iets te lastig leek om dat zelf zorgvuldig te doen. Die kwam vannacht binnen en feitelijk heb ik daarmee mijn dag nacht ritme wederom een beetje omgegooid.

Izmir Lokma

Het is hier nu prachtig weer, de zon schijnt, en zo meteen ga ik de foto’s verder ophangen voor mijn foto expositie die morgen opent.
Ze zijn prachtig geworden en toen iemand dat gisteren ook zei, barstte ik bijna onmiddellijk in huilen uit, me gelijk haastend me te verexcuseren en uit te leggen dat het zo schuurt op dit moment, juist door wat er allemaal aan buitensporig geweld gebeurt in Turkije, terwijl ik al die beauty van het dagelijks leven daar heb vastgelegd. En alhoewel iedereen het snapt en heel erg lief en supporting is, weet ik niet goed hoe me met alles te verhouden en poog het vooral rustig aan te doen.
Dat is met de berichtgeving uit Turkije niet echt aldoor mogelijk, ook al zie ik ook de kansen en de empowerment waar Elja Daae over spreekt, snap ik de hoop op beëindiging van de regeerperiode van PM Erdogan waar met mijn ex-man duizenden anderen op hopen, (maar wat dan? dat baart me ook zorgen in alle explosiviteit daar) en ook al gebeuren er eindeloos veel mooie en leuke dingen, wordt er yoga gegeven in het Gezi park, bibliotheken ingericht, en wordt er gedanst en gezongen, dat is allemaal echt heel erg fijn. Ook dat een politie agent toegeeft dat hij het voor zijn brood doet en onmiddellijk aan de kant van de protesterenden zou komen te staan als hij verzekert bleef van inkomen. het zegt zo enorm veel over hoe breed de protesten gedragen worden en dat is uiterst bemoedigend.
Maar tegelijk is er blijkbaar ook een vrijbrief gegeven waardoor achter de schermen en met hun nummers vaak uit het zicht, politie agenten vreselijk misbruik maken van hun macht zoals hieronder ook te lezen is. het is werkelijk misselijkmakend hoe mensen onder bepaalde omstandigheden tot onmensen kunnen veranderen. En excuse my French, maar dat die F*cking Erdogan er een paar dagen tussenuit gaat en ondertussen zich er heus wel mee zal bemoeien achter de schermen, maakt mijns inziens dat enorme chaotische non-beleid alleen maar ondoorzichtiger.

Gisteren net nadat ik het bedoelde stuk met had gelezen schreef ik dit

“When hanging up my pictures on the walls for expo, I get these compliments about their beauty and I started crying because it is so true, there is sooo much beauty in Turkey and it hurts so much how the beauty is treated and abused and people are litteraly beaten up and get killed because of political Power Games. 
And than to hear the underneath interview wit a policeman that he only does this because ‘it is his bread/income… is at the same time promissing and very sad.

And to have discussions on Twitter with Turkish-Dutch citizens who are pro AKP and pro Erdogan and even pro the actions of the police can not see the bigger picture of what is happening, I find that so very difficult to digest”.

 


“First of all, thank you to everyone who thought of me, called lawyers and helped. I am home, I’m ok. I want to write about what I experienced, my only aim is to let everyone know about what happens under arrest. I would like to say now that I have no other intentions. I am going to tell you the all the events that happened from the beginning specifying all the abusive language. With all frankness…
Yesterday night (03.06.2013) around 21:00 I was arrested at Beşiktaş Barbaros Boulevard traffic lights. I was neither cursing not throwing rocks. They took me from my arm the second they saw me. Some of my friends saw the way I was arrested on TV. After that hell began. After passing by the traffic lights at the coast, at the IETT bus stop, every single policeman there started to kick and punch me. For about 100-150 meters, until we arrived to Kadiköy pier everyone was throwing kicks and slapping me. “Are you going to save this country fucking bastards” abusive language like this was endless. I couldn’t even count how many people were hitting me until we arrived at the arrest bus. When we arrived someone shouted “Bring him over here” from behind the bus. They took me behind the bus and started beating me. I learned afterwards that the reason they took me behind the bus was because there were cameras. When I arrived at the arrest bus(IETT) the lights were off and I could hear a girls begging voice: “ I didn’t do anything”. I couldn’t even see who was hitting me when I was getting on the bus an while I was in there. In the dark, all I could do was protect my head with my hands. The abusive language continued. I sat and everyone who passed near me were hitting me. I stood up and went to the corner. They asked me to sit down. I told them that everyone is hitting me when I do. They cursed and hit me to make me sit. They were also hitting the girl and throttling her. A civil police who’s name was Süleyman told the girl exactly this: “I will make you bulge out and fuck you right here” and the girls reply was heart breaking “Ok brother.” We were 3 people in the bus and they forced us to say things like “I love the Turkish Police” “I love my country”. They kept saying “Louder!” The abusive language and beating were still going on. When it seemed a bit calmer they brought another guy. His nose was broken. I asked him why he didn’t protect his face and he told me he couldn’t because two people were holding him while the third was punching his face. New people were being brought. Then they brought Mustafa, from Bahçeşehir University. 20 policeman had attacked him he couldn’t even stand and they kept beating him next to the bus. As if that wasn’t enough they beat his head with a police helmet, and hit his head to the bus’s window. They kicked him inside the bus. His hands were cuffed at his back and his head was bleeding. We saw that his head was bleeding and I went to him with a piece of cloth (the t-shirt of the guy with the broken nose) to stop the bleeding. The police called Süleyman cursed at me and said fuck off and go back to your seat. I told him it’s bleeding. He said let it bleed. He didn’t care. They were holding the guy handcuffed, injured. We told some other policeman and they finally someone unlocked the handcuffs. And the most heart breaking of all happened at the police station while answering the official’s questions. Mustafa asked me “What happened at the bus did they hit me?” Our friend didn’t remember. His conscience wasn’t fully there at the bus. We couldn’t use the bathroom at the bus and they only gave us a bottle of water. Later we went to the hospital for reports and to the police station. When we arrived at the police station we were greeted by an army of lawyers. The police were talking to us very politely. A big thank you to all the lawyers, friends who called the lawyers and everyone who were worried for us. There isn’t any exaggeration in this. Everything lived is real and my only purpose is to let everyone know what happened from someone who went through it.
Outbreak against oppression is going on. This fascist order will be broken”.

Erkan Yolalan

Ik zet hier zo nog wat linkjes, onder andere naar een prachtige verzameling in Storify van Elja Daae in, en een foto, maar eerst even ontbijten (of zoiets 😉

Ook al zijn veel mensen vrij gelaten na opgepakt te zijn geweest, en vaak gruwelijk geslagen te zijn, er zijn ook mensen al langer dan 48 uur zoek, en het lijkt er op of er invallen gedaan zijn en mensen hun SIM kaarten afgepakt worden om hun contacten op te sporen en de roep om advocaten neemt weer toe op Twitter.

 



Leuk om te horen wat jij er van vind. Alvast bedankt!

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