People who gather in Trafalgar Square want
Recep Tayyip Erdogan government to leave the political scene. Everyone shows
how fed up they are with the dictatorship. A Kurdish man in his fifties chants
“The brotherhood of the folks!”, and everyone Kurdish, Turkish, and all others
from all around the world join him, and repeat “The brotherhood of the folks!”.
There is a great unity against the oppression. Nobody wants to see violence,
and as the crowd gets bigger, somebody with the Turkish flag wants to sing the
Turkish national anthem. Immediately they are rejected by the group in the
middle, who are apparently Kurdish. Feeling betrayed many Turkish people go
away from the main group, and start protesting there. I go with them and sing
the Turkish national anthem. I feel betrayed just like them, as I don’t
understand why people in the middle don’t let them sing the Turkish national
anthem when this was indeed a protest about Turkey.
Can you think of living in England
but not singing God save the Queen? Not everyone likes the Queen, however, when there is an event of
national importance people in the UK unite under their national anthem whether they are from
Ireland or Zimbabwe.
As the time goes on, these two groups don’t unite. Everyone’s
hearts are broken. We think, “is it the picture we are going to see after the
Revolution? Are we going to be always divided like this?”. In order to stop
this madness, I go to the old Kurdish man who was chanting before. I tell him
as I point at the Kurdish group, “You look like somebody that they would
listen. Can you please go and tell them to let that group sing the national
anthem, so that we can all be together?”. I was expecting him to agree
immediately, very naively.
He says “No, that anthem is a
fascist anthem, stating Turkish people are over everyone.” I resist, “But, you
don’t have to sing it. Let that group sing the anthem, and then you can sing whatever you want.
In this way we can all stay united.” As he puts me off, another man approaches.
He looks in his fifties too, and he speaks while his body is shivering, showing some sort of
sickness. Looking quite shaken, he says “Do you know that I have been
tortured? Do you know they were torturing us making us sing that anthem. I am
not going to sing it, and I won’t let it to be sung.” I see no point for
further argument, as I see a man whose life has been stolen from him. His eyes are not eyes any more, they are lost. These eyes lost their belief.No faith. No hope. Nothing but anger is there. His eyes pester my heart as I know that he suffered a lot. But I know we have to be together as a group if we want a unified resistance. I say
with one last effort “I have never been tortured, I wasn't even born at that time. Can’t you try to forget it, and can we unite altogether?”.
My last words make him angry, quite rightly. I can only say, “ What can I say? I don’t know how you feel, I have never been tortured. I’m so sorry.” A tiny girl looking in her twenties approaches, and pulls him away. I can’t blame him. I can’t try to change his opinion. He has every right to feel the way he feels. However, I do understand the other group’s feelings too. They would feel that they are betraying their country if they join the Kurdish group without singing the national anthem of Turkey. Hopelessly, I see what is awaiting us after the revolution. A divided country. As I start to cry in total hopelessness, the girl who took the man away from me comes back. She has this beautiful face, with her dark short hair, and a piercing on her eyebrow. She speaks with determined brown eyes, “Look, I understand you. I am Kurdish." She points at the man just left me, says "I know where they are coming from, they have suffered a lot, but I understand what you want to do and I appreciate it.” I tell the girl, “If we don’t forget the past, we will never unite. We have to find a way, us, the new generation. We have to forget some of this pain...from both sides... if we want a democracy for all.” She smiles, and sees that I was shaken by this event, she puts her hand on my shoulder, “Don’t worry, I understand you. We, the new generation will unite against all violence.” I can’t hold it any longer, so I just hug her. This total stranger, this tiny girl that I have never seen before, becomes the closest person to me in the whole world...While we were hugging, we say things each other silently, that we understand each other...that we will unite against all tyrants... all dictators... all fascists...against all violence whether we are Turkish or Kurdish, or anyone else...We say we are the future of Turkey in harmony, in peace.