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June 11, 2013
This is our call to the whole world
11 June 2013
Police violence that began at Taksim Gezi Park on the morning of the 14th day continues as of midnight.
After the failure of the inept play of provocation staged in the morning by the police, the gas-bomb attack that the police continues as of now has led to hundreds of injuries -including many head traumas. All the animals and birds around Taksim Square are dying because of intense gas.
Our people, our children in Taksim Square and Gezi Park continue their resistance, risking their lives to protect their dignity.
We invite the whole world to show their reaction to stop the police violence carried out by the direct order of the government, and to support our people.
More is Happening in Istanbul
Dear Friends,
So much has happened in Turkey since I wrote to you last.
As I type my heart is pounding and my fingers are rushing on the keyboard to tell you the news. I am in the midst of emotions. I follow the news on social media and from the personal accounts of my friends who are out there in Istanbul and Ankara diligently and persistently working to have their voices heard by the State and the mass media.
Something BIG is happening in Turkey. I feel joy, fear, hope… This is how a revolution must feel. I am so lucky to experience it in my lifetime.
From Occupy Gezi’s Facebook Page
Although I am geographically far from the heart of the resistance, that is Taksim Square in Istanbul, my heart leapt with the crowds when I hear that the police once again entered the Gezi Park and are spraying people with tear gas and pressured water.
Our Prime Minister says that the people in Gezi Park and the protestors in other parts of Turkey who support the Gezi Park Movement are looters, a bunch of vandals and alcoholics. Obviously our PM didn’t go to the Park. Because the people who are resisting in the park are the most well educated, most creative, most open-minded and progressive people of Turkey. They have the wit and humor to turn the Prime Minister’s insults into a tool for identity politics. They are not unlawful citizens as the media broadcasts.
They have the ability to differentiate the common cause from their personal beliefs. The differences between religious, ideological, socio-economic status are put aside in the Park. The common cause has become the most important thing now. They demand recognition and respect as dignified citizens of the country.
Since this morning my heart has been pounding like crazy.
Pasifist Activists of Gezi Park
http://www.internethaber.com
I got on the Internet and saw that police intervention has begun again in Istanbul’s Gezi Park. A group of so-called “protestors” threw a Molotov cocktail at the police and the police responded by weakly pressurized water to the “protestors”. All the mainstream media was there with their live TV equipment ready to broadcast the act of “Gezi Park protestors attacking the police. It was planned by the government and the security forces to provoke the resistance movement. The Molotov cocktail bombs being thrown by plain clothed policemen at other security forces around Gezi Park were explosive and loud.
When the “provocation” started the Occupy Gezi protestors came out of their tents to see what all the noise was.
Then something unexpected happened. The people who make up the Occupy Gezi movement, instead joining the provocation against the police, they remained calm and joined their hands to make a large human circle around the provocateurs. Police remained outside of the circle and the provocateurs were stopped by the real protestors.
Meanwhile the unrest has spread to the whole country. The Prime Minister Erdogan has been arrogantly misinforming the nation about what is actually going on. The State is acting indifferent and completely ignoring the people who are out there. Mass media continues to broadcast Prime Minister Erdogan’s speeches (four or five times a day) where he marginalizes and humiliates the people who are protesting and declares them to be looters, vandals, unethical people who have no respect for religion or the law.
If Turkey has one soft spot, it is religion. If you want to divide the country into two camps all you have to use is religion. Many politicians have been using religion successfully to create polarity and hatred in Turkey. So now, the Prime Minister is telling to the rest of the nation that these people drank beer inside the mosque even though soon after his speech, the Imam of that mosque came out and denied the statement. Then, PM Erdogan said that the ladies who wear headscarves were harassed by the people who protest. Again women in headscarves stood up and denied PM’s statement.
These are known tricks. People from all walks of life are streaming into Taksim Square to demonstrate that they are not buying the lies.
During last 5 days, when there was no police intervention, the park became the home for all kinds of groups in Turkey. People from different religious, ideological and economic backgrounds are camping together in the Park. They are curious about each other and have learned to listen. There were mass yoga classes being taught. There is a free library created. A medial clinic for anybody who needs care. All kinds of volunteers are there. Doctors, teachers, lawyers, writers, artists…
Some political parties and ideological organizations are there in the Park as well, trying to capitalize on and possibly hijack the Gezi Park movement. They hope to appropriate the momentum and energy of the people for their own agendas. Yet what I have seen up to this point is that people will not accept to be reduced and be used as a tool for any exiting ideology.
There is now one organization called Taksim Solidarity, which aims to represent all the people in Gezi Protest movement. They submitted the demands of people in the Gezi Park movement to the state. In their declaration they demanded freedom to use and defend the public spaces without being considered as a threat. There has been no response from the government’s side so far.
As I write you this I am receiving messages, hundreds of messages written by my friends and family that police attacked the Park with pepper sprays, tear gas and water cannons again. So many people are injured and one is having an asthma crisis. Gezi people were going to give a speech to the press today but now they can’t even open their mouth to say a word. The Park is under such a gas cloud that people from Bosporus Bridge (5 km away) can see it. Meanwhile the attorneys at the main courthouse who wanted to defend the Gezi Park Movement and talk to the press have been attacked by the police and fifty of them been arrested and detained. During the arrest of the attorneys a lot of police brutality has been witnessed by everyone around the courthouse.
In front of the courthouse-today
The brutal attack to the lawyers and their arrest is viewed by the Gezi Park movement people as a clear message, that they have no legal protection and that they should stop resisting in no time. There is not a word from the Prime Minister about the future of the Gezi Park; neither an apology for the disproportionate violence police exercised over people for the last two weeks.
Yet something has changed and there is no going back. I can feel the pulse of the whole nation from here, across from the sea. Gezi People and their supporters all around Turkey need your help and support more than ever. Please keep spreading the word and telling the truth about what is actually going on in Turkey.
This is another struggle between people who believe in power and people who believe in dignity.
I believe dignity will win soon or later.
As Mahatma Gandhi once said:
First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win.
Human Circle
human circle
June 7, 2013
RESIST ISTANBUL: A personal story
This is a piece -her personal story- written by my dear friend Deniz Erkmen on the recent Social Protest Movement (Occupy Gezi). If you are still curious about what is happenning in Istanbul (well by now it is whole Turkey) please keep reading!
Thank you so much for your support!
From Occupy Gezi’s Facebook Page
WHEN THERE IS NO OTHER WAY BUT RESISTANCE!
A personal account of the early days of OccupyGezi
Deniz Erkmen
At home in Istanbul, grading student papers while trying to follow a continuous facebook updates of events, I am getting more and more anxious to leave. It is impossible to concentrate. I read few lines from the paper, stop and think “do I have vinegar at home”? I read a few more lines, stop and wonder “does the pharmacy sell gas masks?” Not able to sit any longer, I call, text and facebook message a few friends; a marine biologist first, a graduate student in history second, then a film director and an environmental engineer… Everyone is planning to head to the Taksim square. I pack some vinegar and a bandanna into my backpack; I make sure I wear sneakers so I can run fast and I leave home not quite sure what is ahead of me.
At the ferry terminal, I greet my friend who just walked there from a meditation workshop. Aslı and I originally met at a yoga class. A month ago, we were at a yoga retreat together, in a small peaceful green campground next to the Mediterrenean. We look at each other, half worry-half smile. Life is, indeed, strange. I notice that her friend has flip flops on; in my mind I go “who will wear flip flops to a demonstration like this?” But this is what happens when you have young writers, yoga teachers, and filmmakers in an uprising. We are not that experienced when it comes to fighting police on the streets; it has not really been our cup of tea until now. But in the next few days, we’ll get our training.
My generation – people born mid 70s to 90s in Turkey have been categorically defined by their apoliticalness. Born around and after the military coup where many activists have been jailed and tortured brutally, many of us, unless their families were activists, have been socialized to avoid “politics.” Demonstrations have been dangerous affairs in Turkey and we have been taught by our families to stay away as much as possible. While this has changed over time to a certain extent, that socialization is strong and has created certain political habits of avoidance. Combine that with the general distrust towards established political institutions that is the trademark of the postindustrial generations and an unresponsive system without many functioning channels for participation, you have people who are not very positive about the possibilities of change through participation.
Then why are all my friends walking towards Taksim? What happened? Why would someone like me, someone who hates crowds, feels slightly awkward when she chants the slogans of the Turkish leftist parties, who flees the city whenever she can to rockclimb, would pack vinegar and a bandanna and walk towards a square where she is pretty sure she will get tear-gassed, maybe even worse?
https://fbcdn-sphotos-e-a.akamaihd.net
At this point, I have already been part of the activities that have been going on to protect the small park, Gezi Parkı, at Taksim square, which is the social and political center of Istanbul. The park is, comparatively, tiny. Don’t think Central Park or Hyde Park; it is probably not even 1/10th of those. But it is the only green space in this very busy, very urban square. The Justice and Development party (JDP) government has decided unilaterally that they were to turn the park into a shopping mall in a replica of an Ottoman military barrack, even though there are multiple malls in walking distance or a few metro stops away. An association and a platform was formed around the issue and they started organizing and gathering signatures to protect the park.
This attempt to destroy the park was not an isolated case of transferring public property for private development. It was just one incident among the ongoing attacks from the JDP party directed towards public spaces, including not just historical buildings, city squares and neighborhoods, but also forests and national parks. We have been witnessing an ongoing destruction over the years. Just in the last few months, amidsts protests, a beloved pastry shop in a historical building was closed and a cherished movie theater was torn down because they were in a historical building that was sold to be turned into a shopping and entertainment complex. The groundbreaking for the third bridge over Bosphorus which is expected to cause enourmous environmental damage took place against opposition from citizen initiatives and professional bodies. The law to open up national parks to development was just waiting to be discussed at the parliament. We were sharing our concerns among friends and on social media, but were joking about how we couldn’t keep up with the speed of destruction.
Nor was the style new: pushing a big urban project that has no public support, that does not make sense from a public service or urban planning perspective, without any regard for objections coming from the civil society. Tayyip Erdoğan’s version of “democracy” meant that since he was elected and has majority in the parliament, he could do whatever he wanted, however he wanted it.
The governing style was indicative of an increasingly authoritarian and arrogant JDP party that was single-handedly pushing a conservative and neoliberal agenda. On the one hand, there were ongoing series of policies that were enacted that caused fear about state intervention in people’s lives and choices. There was the discussion about banning abortions and stories about women being mistreated in state-hospitals when they went in to get abortions; then the PM demanding families to have three kids. There was the overhaul of the education system with the goal of raising “a religious generation.” There was the ban on alcohol consumption between the hours of 10 pm and 6 am along with a ban on all alcohol advertisement. There was a growing sense that the government was trying to push a life-style and fit the public into a conservative mold.
On the other hand, the problem was not just about our fear for our life-styles. It also looked like the PM was using these interventions to distract everyone from major issues and to woo his followers by emphasizing the party’s conservativeness. In the meantime, democratic deficits of Turkey just continued to exacerbate. Turkey became the country with the highest number of imprisoned journalist in the world. The mainstream media was silenced and the judiciary became an ally for the executive. There was no way to oppose the JDP. Lastly, on May 11, there was a bombing in Reyhanlı, a town on Syrian border, already tense as a result of the civil war in Syria and Turkish government’s support for the opposition forces. 51 people were killed and the goverment reacted by banning the media from reporting on Reyhanlı. 51 people dead, 140 injured and we couldn’t even read about it in the papers.
While these were happening, people around me were getting more and more frustrated. We joked among our friends about how we couldn’t read the newspapers in the morning because we got too depressed to do work; and how we coudn’t read them at night because we lost our sleep. I felt like I was pushed into a corner by the increasingly conservative and authoritarian politics of the JDP, that I had no place to live and breathe in this country. I was feeling suffocated. Suffocated in this once majestic city where I was born and grew up, whose streets I have walked for years. Constantly afraid that any building, any street, and any nature area in other parts of the country that I loved and cherished was about to be destroyed. Voiceless, powerless; I felt helpless and I was angry not just at the government but at my helplessness. Gezi Parkı felt like a corner that we were pushed into. It was the last corner. It was small; but I could fight to save it.
So I followed the activities of the Taksim platform; I tried to spread the word over the social media. Then last week, on May 27, we got the news that the government sent bulldozers to start the construction. A small group stopped the bulldozers and on May 28 the police tried to push them out. The Gezi Parkı Watch was organized so some activists started sleeping at the park to fend off the bulldozers. People started to go to the park, including myself. The demonstrations were relatively small at first. In fact, I was not quite sure if they would ever get bigger. It was fun; people cheering, singing. A young, educated, colorful crowd, made mostly of anarchists, feminists, socialists, students, LGBT movement… Knowing that we are doing our best to show that we care about our right to this city felt good – but I also was not sure if we got any support beyond the park. And I was not sure what I would do if the police just kicked us out and tore the park down.
But when on the morning of May 31st the police raided the park at 5am, teargassed the demonstrators and burnt their tents down; when they continued to brutally teargas and spray people with water, even during the press release at the Taksim square couple of hours later, when a young woman was shot by tear-gas cannisters in her head, I instictively knew that there was no going back. To protest or not to protest was not a question anymore. The brutality, the arrogance, the sense of injustice was so strong and so in our faces that at last it boiled over. You push people back into a corner, and you keep on attacking, they would have to push back. There is a point where political protest is a defense as much as voice.
What has transpired after that has just been incredible. That night, on the ferry, we could already smell the teargas blowing in the wind from Taksim. We were afraid but we knew what we had to do. We joined others who were coming from all directions as we walked up Cihangir to Sıraselviler with thousands of people, people who looked, how should I put it, very regular. They have finished their work day, walked off their offices and met their friends. They were frustrated with the brutality, with the sense that their lives, their choices, their voices did not matter. They were frustrated about the arrogance of the primeminister. They were tired of feeling helpless. They wanted to breathe, live in freedom.
So they walked and chanted, in solidarity. I had friends who were walking from different directions towards Taksim Square that night and we all had similar stories to tell. Stories of cooperation and kindness amidst chaos. It was scary but incredibly uplifting. Are all street uprisings against police this friendly? These demonstrators were saying “sorry” when they bumped into each other while running away from a tear-gas cannisters. They were sharing their food and water, spraying each others’ teary burning faces with homemade antihistamine-water mixtures, carying one another, shouting “do not panic” while trying to remain calm under tear- gas fire, building barricades together. People were opening their doors and letting strangers in. Older people were shouting words of support from windows and giving protestors lemon, milk and vinegar (to help with the effects of the teargas). It felt like the people of Istanbul, who normally grunt and grind their teeth at each other in public, who elbow their way in and out of public transportation have realized that they actually live in the same city, that they can actually help each other and cooperate… That was the feeling – a moment of enlightenment: Yes, we live in the same city. Yes, we have the right to live like dignified human beings. And yes, we can.
I am pretty sure that this is a turning-point in Turkish political history. A game-changer. Not because of what will come out of it as a result. I have no idea what will come out of these protests. I know that the aftermath of any uprising is chaotic; those that are the most organized have a way of hijacking the process; and established practices and habits do not disappear quickly. Moreover, a lot depends on the primeminister, whose reaction until this point has just been unbelievably, infuriatingly uncompromising. He is transforming himself into a dictator in front of our eyes and provoking his supporters in a very dangerous and irresponsible manner. So, who knows what will happen? I cannot claim to be overly hopeful – if things go downhill from here, there can also be a lot of disappointment.
But I believe that what we have witnessed in the past week was a break of political tradition in Turkey. There has been nothing similar in recent Turkish history, where so many people of different stripes came out on the streets voluntarily, spontenously, and have cooperated, coexisted and resisted together. This was a huge learning experience for all these “apolitical” professionals and youth who saw and experienced first-hand that if they act in solidarity – and they acted in solidarity; the socialists, the secularists, the soccer fans, the feminists, the Kurds – they can achieve something. That there is joy in solidarity and cooperation when you are fighting against injustice. That they can, in fact, use their strongests assets – their wit, creativity and love – against police brutality. Finally, we took to the streets and finally we are not afraid or helpless anymore. Now even my three year old niece says she wants to go out and join the resistance. That gives me some hope.
June 5, 2013
The view from Taksim Square: why is Turkey now in turmoil?
The view from Taksim Square: why is Turkey now in turmoil?
Elif Şafak, another favorite novelist of mine, analyses the protests in Istanbul. Very well written.
June 3, 2013
More on Istanbul Protest by Ece Temelkuran
More on Istanbul Protest by Ece Temelkuran
People have killed their fear authority and protests are growing!
An article by one of my favorite novelists!
June 1, 2013
What is Happenning in Istanbul?
Taken from Occupy Gezi’s Facebook page.
To my friends who live outside of Turkey:
I am writing to let you know what is going on in Istanbul for the last five days. I personally have to write this because most of the media sources are shut down by the government and the word of mouth and the internet are the only ways left for us to explain ourselves and call for help and support.
Four days ago a group of people who did not belong to any specific organization or ideology got together in Istanbul’s Gezi Park. Among them there were many of my friends and students. Their reason was simple: To prevent and protest the upcoming demolishing of the park for the sake of building yet another shopping mall at very center of the city. There are numerous shopping malls in Istanbul, at least one in every neighborhood! The tearing down of the trees was supposed to begin early Thursday morning. People went to the park with their blankets, books and children. They put their tents down and spent the night under the trees. Early in the morning when the bulldozers started to pull the hundred-year-old trees out of the ground, they stood up against them to stop the operation.
They did nothing other than standing in front of the machines.
No newspaper, no television channel was there to report the protest. It was a complete media black out.
But the police arrived with water cannon vehicles and pepper spray. They chased the crowds out of the park.
In the evening the number of protesters multiplied. So did the number of police forces around the park. Meanwhile local government of Istanbul shut down all the ways leading up to Taksim square where the Gezi Park is located. The metro was shut down, ferries were cancelled, roads were blocked.
Yet more and more people made their way up to the center of the city by walking.
They came from all around Istanbul. They came from all different backgrounds, different ideologies, different religions. They all gathered to prevent the demolition of something bigger than the park:
The right to live as honorable citizens of this country.
They gathered and marched. Police chased them with pepper spray and tear gas and drove their tanks over people who offered the police food in return. Two young people were run over by the tanks and were killed. Another young woman, a friend of mine, was hit in the head by one of the incoming tear gas canisters. The police were shooting them straight into the crowd. After a three hour operation she is still in Intensive Care Unit and in very critical condition. As I write this we don’t know if she is going to make it. This blog is dedicated to her.
These people are my friends. They are my students, my relatives. They have no «hidden agenda» as the state likes to say. Their agenda is out there. It is very clear. The whole country is being sold to corporations by the government, for the construction of malls, luxury condominiums, freeways, dams and nuclear plants. The government is looking for (and creating when necessary) any excuse to attack Syria against its people’s will.
On top of all that, the government control over its people’s personal lives has become unbearable as of late. The state, under its conservative agenda passed many laws and regulations concerning abortion, cesarean birth, sale and use of alcohol and even the color of lipstick worn by the airline stewardesses.
People who are marching to the center of Istanbul are demanding their right to live freely and receive justice, protection and respect from the State. They demand to be involved in the decision-making processes about the city they live in.
What they have received instead is excessive force and enormous amounts of tear gas shot straight into their faces. Three people lost their eyes.
Yet they still march. Hundred of thousands join them. Couple of more thousand passed the Bosporus Bridge on foot to support the people of Taksim.
No newspaper or TV channel was there to report the events. They were busy with broadcasting news about Miss Turkey and “the strangest cat of the world”.
Police kept chasing people and spraying them with pepper spray to an extent that stray dogs and cats were poisoned and died by it.
Schools, hospitals and even 5 star hotels around Taksim Square opened their doors to the injured. Doctors filled the classrooms and hotel rooms to provide first aid. Some police officers refused to spray innocent people with tear gas and quit their jobs. Around the square they placed jammers to prevent internet connection and 3g networks were blocked. Residents and businesses in the area provided free wireless network for the people on the streets. Restaurants offered food and water for free.
People in Ankara and İzmir gathered on the streets to support the resistance in Istanbul.
Mainstream media kept showing Miss Turkey and “the strangest cat of the world”.
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I am writing this letter so that you know what is going on in Istanbul. Mass media will not tell you any of this. Not in my country at least. Please post as many as articles as you see on the Internet and spread the word.
As I was posting articles that explained what is happening in Istanbul on my Facebook page last night someone asked me the following question:
«What are you hoping to gain by complaining about our country to foreigners?»
This blog is my answer to her.
By so called «complaining» about my country I am hoping to gain:
Freedom of expression and speech,
Respect for human rights,
Control over the decisions I make concerning my on my body,
The right to legally congregate in any part of the city without being considered a terrorist.
But most of all by spreading the word to you, my friends who live in other parts of the world, I am hoping to get your awareness, support and help!
Please spread the word and share this blog.
Thank you!
For futher info and things you can do for help please see Amnesty International’s Call for Urgent Help
Taken from Occupy Gezi Facebook page. Also used by Reuters
May 31, 2013
İstanbul Uzaktan Muhteşem Görünüyor!
Fotoğrafçıyı henüz bilmiyorum.
Bu sabah güneş daha yeni doğuyordu, yüreğim sıkışık uyandım. Gözlerimi bilgisayardan çekemediğim bir gecenin nihayetinde bir kaç saat önce uyumuştum zaten, gözlerim çakmak çakmak.
Yattığım yerden bilgisayarıma baktım. DÜn gece neler oldu acaba? Yüreğim korkuyla sıkıştı. Ya birileri daha öldüyse? İnterneti açıp da göreceklerim, polis bütün vahşeti ile temel yaşam hakları için bir araya gelmiş dostlarımın üzerine saldırıyor. Nişantaşı köşebaşlarında belki bir ünlü görürüz de haber yaparız diye yirmi dört saat nöbet tutan medyada tık yok. Bir tek haber geçmiyorlar. Dostlarım yürüyor. Yaralanıyor, ölüyor.
Ben uzaktayım. Korkuyorum, seviniyorum, üzülüyor sonra çoşuyorum. Parmaklarımla sayfaları tararken duygudan duyguya giriyorum ama bir duygu hep sabit kalıyor yüreğimin ortasında:
Gurur.
Uzaktan Gezi Parkı müthiş görünüyor.
Korka korka bilgisayarımın kapağını kaldırdım. Karşıma çıkan ilk fotoğrafta toz tadında bir gökyüzü fonunun önünde eflatun Boğaziçin köprüsünün üzerinde yürüyordu dostlarım. Taksim’e katılmak üzere Anadolu yakasından karşıya geçiyorlardı. İnanamadım.
Bu nasıl bir güzellikti! Umut bir anda bütün duyguları sildi süpürdü, tek renk olarak kalbime yayıldı.
Sokaklardaki dostlarıma, öğrencilerime şunu söylemek istiyorum:
Bugün, yarın ne olursa olsun, Gezi Parkı, Taksim Meydanı ve bütün İstanbul AVMler için parsel parsel satılsa da bu artık kazanılmış bir zaferdir. Artık sokaklara çıkmasanız da bu sizin zaferiniz, bizim zaferimizdir. Tarih buradan sonra bıraktığı yerden devam edemez. Çünkü böyle bir hareketin gücü tarihi rayından çıkarmıştır. Ne olursa olsun, hiç bir şey eskisi gibi olamaz.
O toz kıvamındaki gökyüzünün altında şafak vakti yürüyen dostlarım, sizlerle gurur duyuyorum.
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Son üç gündür sokaklara dökülmüş insanlar herhangi bir şeyci değiller. Evet, Gezi Parkı’nın yok edilmemesi için eyleme başladılar ama onları “çevreci” çerçevesine bile sokamazsınız. Hayır, ne kadar zorlarsanız zorlayın İstanbul’un merkezinden ülkenin dört bir yanına yayılan insanları hiç bir pencereye, kalıba, kutuya sokamazsınız.
Bu hareket bir ideolojinin, bir sistemin, bir ülkenin değil, insan’ın varoluş mücadelesidir.
Çünkü insan düşünür, konuşur, yazar, yaratır.
Bunları özgürce yaşamak ister.
İnsan boş vakitlerini alışveriş merkezi vitrinlerine bakarak değil, kahvelerde, çaybahçelerinde, parklarda birbirinin yüzüne bakarak geçirmek ister.
Bedenine temiz hava ve zehirsiz gıda girsin ister.
Her yetişkin insan kendi hayatı hakkında kendisi karar vermek ister.
İnsan böyle bir şeydir. Zaman, toplum, ideolji dinlemez.
Evrensel bir gerçektir bu: İnsan yaşamak ister.
İstanbul’un merkezinden Türkiye’ye yayılan hareketin özü budur. Polis eliyle devletin yok etmeye çalıştığı şey en saf haliyle İnsan’dır.
Vatan, millet, din, ideoloji, sistem, sokaklara dökülen dostlarımın umurunda deği.
İnsanca yaşamak istiyorlar.
Yaşamak…
Bir ağaç gibi tek ve hür
Ve bir orman gibi kardeşcesine…
Bu Hasret Bizim!
Nazım Hikmet
