It's always the same:
Not admitting mistakes inevitably is leading to further mistakes.
Right, Ms Merkel? How is it going with your bed partner?
Are we looking for a new name for you - may I propose Rosemary, for instance?
By facing our faults, only, we can change the game.
As finding of today, a very touching letter by a journalist on the latest events in Cizre,
A letter from the basement of death in Cizre
"The letter comes just as reports are shared that the Turkish armed forces have bombed and burned 60 civilians to death in two separate basements in Cizre.
[...] The street that used to be the scene of happy people dancing and singing is now the center of a pain that will never ease, never go away. 28 people are crying when a voice coming from the phone screams: “They have come.” Shouting, more screaming, women’s voices can be heard through the phone. One woman’s voice can be heard above the others. “Dishonorables!” she exclaims and the screams suddenly come to a halt. Now, everyone who heard those voices through the phone, have fixed their attention upon Bostanci Road number 23.
The road is like a dark well … Time has stopped. The singers in the street have gone silent. Bostanci Road is black. No cry is heard, no scream. No voice of a woman shouting “dishonorable.” What did she see that made her say that? What were those sounds, sounds like those coming from weapons. Bostanci Road is dark now. Dark like a black well where the screams and cries of the oppressed cannot be heard.
Instead of the sun rising, smoke is rising from a fire so intense that humanity cannot breathe. We cannot breathe, they cannot breathe. Bostanci Road cannot breathe. Unknown men in bulletproof vests and helmets and with guns in their hands are invading Bostanci Road. They do not belong in this street and they have never met the children of Bostanci Road. They have never seem them play, never witnessed their happiness. [...]
Kevin Carter comes to my mind, the South African photographer who took a picture of a little black girl who was dying from hunger and a vulture sitting nearby. The vulture eventually flew away after the picture was taken and Kevin Carter also left without helping the little girl. Although the photograph triggered humanitarian organizations to collect donations, Kevin Carter suffered a severe depression over the fact that he left the girl. He committed suicide. Either we become Kevin Carter or …
Right now I am fighting my guilty conscience while I am in a daze, shifting between my journalistic work and my nightmare. The basement is invaded by vultures and there are 28 people who are thirsty. Not even in my dreams can I give them water. I commit suicide every single day in those 55 days that I have lived on Bostanci Road number 23 in Cudi neighbourhood in Cizre. I put all my identities behind me except the one of me as a human being.
To give a glass of water to someone in need is harder than dying again and again. So many times I die in my nightmares. Either we end up like Kevin Carter or we do everything in our power to give a glass of water.[...]
“We have lost all our comrades and heroes. How are we supposed to live,” he said, breaking down, sobbing. Do not say men do not cry because in Cizre, they cry.
I guess one day the vultures will fly away from Bostanci Road number 23 and the sun will rise where there is now a thick, black smoke.
We journalists will not commit suicide due to a guilty conscience like Kevin Carter did. We will light up this basement and tell the truth.
We send our greetings to our colleagues who have come here from Istanbul to support journalists who are putting their lives at risk to report on the realities in North Kurdistan [Southeastern Turkey].
Let us protect the lives in the basement against the vultures!
Journalist Asya Tekin
February 8, 2016
Cizre"
This is how people with conscience feel. The others, anyway, feel nothing. Those are dead, already.
Please read it up as a whole in a quiet moment; it is absolutely worth the read if you wish to understand that this what is happening in Turkey is about much more than a 'PKK problem' made-up by Turkish government in order to achieve their other goals.
Don't get blinded by the blur - it is by far over time to wake up!
It's for months a genocide according to all definitions of genocide -
yet, International politics keeps looking the other way and shaking hands with the serpent.
Another, serious question:
Where are our journalists? Sipping latte macchiato in a fancy place and copy pasting some Reuters/AFP preselects is not what this profession was originally intended for.
Europe - you loose All if you keep going this way.
LoVe (for those who are still worth it),
Lyn
