Güncelleme Tarihi:
Does it matter? He was holding one the three highest posts of
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I wrote a column headlined "National meditation" last week, and I said we needed to do an idea exercise in order to solve Kurdish question. On the same day, DTP MP Sirri Sakik phoned me. He invited me to this year's Newroz celebrations. I told him "One day, I will come.
Yes, I'll go when that day comes, and I do what Ozal did in the past. I visit the grave of Musa Anter in Nusaybin and I put flowers. That day, I also told Sirri Sakik that:
"There are people who can discuss this issue bravely in
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But what is bravery? There is only one definition of bravery in my opinion. "To be able to tell the rational things aloud. To be able not to hear the extremists". For us, as Turks, this means trying to understand the people who feel and identify themselves as Kurd. To feel deeply, as the Prime Minister said, the meaning of "native language".
To be able to accept the characteristics of that region in which those people live. To be able to do its requirements in politics. Not to be afraid of the "political solution." Not to see the word "amnesty" as a monster or taboo.
On the orher hand, what does bravery mean for Kurds? It means being able to call terrorists as "terrorists". To try to make the terrorists' disarm, give up terrorism, and to try to do that as much as Turkish state. To be able to condemn the terrorist operations without putting ''but'' in front of the sentences.
Not to adore Abdullah Ocalan, and to be able to oppose what he says. To be able to learn living without hoping help from Abdullah Ocalan's posters.
I am looking at the photos arriving from Qandil recently. One thing never changes: outdated Kaleshnikov machine guns in their hands.
They are trying to give the message that "they can't go forward with guns" to each foreign reporter who visit. That means they also learned that they can't move forward with dying and killing.
And now it is time for everybody to behave reasonably instead of fanatics.
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I am dreaming recently.
All parts of
Everybody lives proudly under the
And when I wake I notice that I wasn't sweated. Then I say that this wasn't a nightmare but a beautiful dream and go back to my sleep.