What’s happening in Taksim Gezi Park?
You know me friends, I’ve long lost my belief in cities and put all my heart to rural.
Yet today, we’re seeing the most hope-giving stuff in last 20 years, perhaps.
The small-yet-meaningful protests (seems to be against tree-cutting in the park, but actually against all the shitty destruction and pressure we are continously getting under the arrogant, absurd and greedy government) in Taksim Gezi Park quickly became a place where all people from all backgrounds and with different yet rooted-in-the-same-shit problems gathered and ask for… Life itself.
You know, I always argue that the moment where this discriminatory, unsustainable, greedy and liar paradigm will hit its peak, that will be the beginning of its fall. I have now, first time after sooo long, that we are in that peak today. We get a long and painful way up to that peak, lots of suffering, lots of inner-struggles, yes. But now, we’re rolling downhill on a bike. With a smile in our faces.
Yes, smiles on our faces. That’s why I get so excited and hopeful from this small protest that organicly became “OccupyGezi/Taksim”. I see the excitement around. I hear hearts beating like crazy from 600 kilometers away, in my village. I myself feel my heartbeats get faster, and my smile getting bigger every second.
The police continuously attack the “rebels”, burning their tents, spraying tear gas the way I wash my companion Çakıl the Dog in a hot summer day. They will attack more, they will beat more, they will even kill perhaps.
But the bike is now downhill – and nobody seems to intend touching the brakes.