We never met. If it wasn’t for the latest developments maybe I would have never acknowledged your existence like many others who live in the comfort of their shiny bubble. They’ve arrested you and all your electrical belongings last week. With your comrade Gulhan Yag among 24 more.
The judicial process continues. Court issued a secrecy order. So I should not go into details. Doesn’t worth to talk about justice in Turkey anyways. It doesn’t worth the words we’d waste. But I want it to be known, Roza Yaruk is not alone in this path. I don’t want Roza to feel alone. Because you are not!
Discrimination in Turkey is not only a function of ethnicity. Every individual separated from the flock faces it. You, set aside your Kurdish identity, just because you studied radio & television and you went on to study social gender in such a country, just because you worked for Mersin Istar to help the women of this land day and night, because of their eyes and their tears when they look at your face, you always belonged to the real minority.
In this beloved country where success never goes unpunished I never expected you to be an exception, as Muge Tuzcuoglu said “I am a rock…” And it was no surprise. It’s your turn now as we were dispensed throughout the centuries, as we were wasted, as we walked under acid rain. Now, it’s your turn. But don’t put your beautiful face down.
Injustice has no roots. It gets carried away in the first storm. As long as you remember the eyes of those mothers, those women, that long for your sight, in tears, every day; you remember we carry a lump in our throat as you wait there without a breath, you’ll roll on! We shall, too.
If you’re asking we do fine. Rocks are still, rivers are flowing as if you’re still here in their usual habitude. It’s October today. Mornings are cooler, at night one needs a cover… Please pay attention to cuddle yourself.
What else? The usual ways of the usual universe. Yesterday our Prime Minister talked 3 hours in his party’s congress when he even uttered the word ‘Kurd’ once. Rejoice! The war is going on, young people are being killed everyday. We stand still Roza, you shall as well.
You should dare it to get out and write about the likes of Pozanti prison abuses aloud, run with hope to attend to women in need, to be Roza Yaruk as only Roza Yaruk could be.
Maybe you owe nothing to that country, but you owe yourself that much.
Take good care,
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