“Five trade unions are set to begin today a nationwide demonstration campaign and one-day strike following the harsh police intervention in Taksim the night of June 15, daily Hürriyet has reported.
The Confederation of Progressive Trade Unions (DİSK), the Confederation of Public Sector Trade Unions (KESK), the Turkish Doctors’ Union (TTB), the Union of Chambers of Turkish Engineers and Architects (TMMOB) and the Turkish Dentists Union (TDHB) have called on workers to take to the streets in a joint decision.
“The ruling Justice and Development Party [AKP] government has launched an offensive against the nation, who refuse to give up their rights and freedoms by staging an insistent resistance,” the group said in a statement.
The members of the unions will stop working on June 17 except for emergency cases and will march to their cities’ centers.
The group has also asked for tolerance because of the disruption and also demanded the support of the people in the squares for a more “egalitarian, free and democratic Turkey.”
The members of the five syndicates that will begin demonstrations as of today could reach “hundreds of thousands,” according to a KESK official.
“We will take the streets using our power of production,” said the general secretary of DİSK, Kani Beko.
“KESK members will go to their workplaces tomorrow, they will read a statement, and they will take to the streets,” KESK General Secretary İsmail Hakkı Tombul said.”
Let the anxious contract you’ve unwittingly written evolve slowly and uncomfortably into a relationship. Find shared interests and common ground like sushi and folk music. Build an impenetrable bastion upon that ground. Make it sacred. Retreat into it every time the air gets stale or the evenings too long. Talk about nothing of significance. Do little thinking. Let the months pass unnoticed. Ask her to move in. Let her decorate. Get into fights about inconsequential things like how the fucking shower curtain needs to be closed so that it doesn’t fucking collect mold. Let a year pass unnoticed. Begin to notice.
Figure that you should probably get married because you will have wasted a lot of time otherwise. Take her to dinner on the forty-fifth floor at a restaurant far beyond your means. Make sure there is a beautiful view of the city. Sheepishly ask a waiter to bring her a glass of champagne with a modest ring in it. When she notices, propose to her with all of the enthusiasm and sincerity you can muster. Do not be overly concerned if you feel your heart leap through a pane of sheet glass. For that matter, do not be overly concerned if you cannot feel it at all. If there is applause, let it stagnate. If she cries, smile as if you’ve never been happier. If she doesn’t, smile all the same. Let the years pass unnoticed. Get a career, not a job. Buy a house. Have two striking children. Try to raise them well. Fail frequently. Lapse into a bored indifference. Lapse into an indifferent sadness. Have a mid-life crisis. Grow old. Wonder at your lack of achievement. Feel sometimes contented, but mostly vacant and ethereal. Feel, during walks, as if you might never return or as if you might blow away on the wind. Contract a terminal illness. Die, but only after you observe that the girl who didn’t read never made your heart oscillate with any significant passion, that no one will write the story of your lives, and that she will die, too, with only a mild and tempered regret that nothing ever came of her capacity to love.
Do those things, god dammit, because nothing sucks worse than a girl who reads. Do it, I say, because a life in purgatory is better than a life in hell. Do it, because a girl who reads possesses a vocabulary that can describe that amorphous discontent of a life unfulfilled—a vocabulary that parses the innate beauty of the world and makes it an accessible necessity instead of an alien wonder. A girl who reads lays claim to a vocabulary that distinguishes between the specious and soulless rhetoric of someone who cannot love her, and the inarticulate desperation of someone who loves her too much. A vocabulary, goddamnit, that makes my vacuous sophistry a cheap trick.
Do it, because a girl who reads understands syntax. Literature has taught her that moments of tenderness come in sporadic but knowable intervals. A girl who reads knows that life is not planar; she knows, and rightly demands, that the ebb comes along with the flow of disappointment. A girl who has read up on her syntax senses the irregular pauses—the hesitation of breath—endemic to a lie. A girl who reads perceives the difference between a parenthetical moment of anger and the entrenched habits of someone whose bitter cynicism will run on, run on well past any point of reason, or purpose, run on far after she has packed a suitcase and said a reluctant goodbye and she has decided that I am an ellipsis and not a period and run on and run on. Syntax that knows the rhythm and cadence of a life well lived.
Date a girl who doesn’t read because the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. She can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. She feels them in her skin. The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness. Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so goddamned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life of which I spoke at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being told. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. Or, perhaps, stay and save my life.”
(Translated from Turkish - Source)
“I was under custody for 29-30 hours. In the demonstrations yesterday, police cornered some of the protesters. And I was cornered in Kizilay AVM (shopping center) with my friends Dilara Yayintas, Bahadir Alkac and Dogac Ozates. A gas bomb was thrown to the building. Then a police crew ordered us to kneel on the ground and go to the bottom floor. They threatened everybody there and swore at them. To the women, they shouted sexist insults. One of the policemen turned and said to the women kneeling, “Which one of you wants to take care of me?” They kicked us with their feet and forced us to put stuff that was not ours into our bags but we refused. We were taken by them and most of got beaten up. They “searched” my clothes by banging my head to the bus window.
We were taken to Ankara main police department. We were forced to kneel to the ground in the bus during our ride and sworn at all the time. They called us terrorists and they said, “Their families couldn’t raise these kids up properly”, just because we used our democratic right to demonstrate. Around 10 pm, we were locked in a basketball stadium, we were at least 300 people. We were there until next day 2 pm. Water was given to us only at the beginning of the night few times. The toilets were open at the beginning only for 1-2 hours and then they locked it and we were given no food, nothing at all during our custody. Inside was very airless and it was hard to breath. We were only allowed to smoke inside. Some fake lawyers came and they tried to make us sign papers and took photos of us. If we did so, they said they would allow us out. Many people had to accept but 50-60 of us resisted them and signed nothing without our own lawyers. Then lawyers came from BARO (Body of Lawyers) and they supported us.
We were taken to medical jurisprudence and they made us wait for 8 hours under the noon sun inside a bus just for doctors to come and say, “Are you ok?” and then they went away. We returned to the police station and they made us wait inside the bus again for two hours. Then we learnt that our 24 hours custody which started at 10 pm yesterday was long over but they didn’t let us out. When we said, it is our legal right to go, they threatened us. And on the papers, they destroyed the evidence in front of us that we were made to wait more than our custody time. And then they sent us to hospital just for doctors to again pretend that they are helping, then we were released.
Just because we were in that demonstration, we were openly called terrorists. One of our girl friends told us that 8 policemen attacked her with their sticks, she could barely walk. We saw people whose faces were destroyed, whose hands were broken, who were beaten up. However I’ll be back there at the demonstrations as soon as I get better. They kept us there to scare us, to break our resistance but we will not give up. And please tell the others that, what they did to us is the proof that how powerful we are and how much they are scared of us.”
Spokesperson for the UN High Commissioner for Human Rights: Cécile Pouilly
Date: 4 June 2013
We are concerned about reports of excessive use of force by law enforcement officers against protestors who initially gathered to express their dissatisfaction with the redevelopment of the historic Taksim square - an important venue for political protests - and Gezi Park, and againstothers who joined demonstrations to support them throughout Turkey.
We welcome the acknowledgment on the part of authorities that disproportionate force may have been used and their call for an investigation of law enforcement officers who are alleged to have broken the law and violated international human rights standards. Such investigations should be prompt, thorough, independent and impartial, and perpetrators should be brought to justice.
There have also been reports that a high number of people have been arrested and dozens have been injured throughout Turkey. All those injured must have prompt access to medical care and human rights safeguards during arrest and detention must be upheld to avoid unlawful or arbitrary detentions.
We call on the Government of Turkey to ensure that the right to freedom of peaceful assembly is fully respected and urge protestors to ensure that demonstrations remain peaceful.
We encourage the authorities to enter into a genuine dialogue with the civil society, including neighbourhood associations, on the urban projects in the Taksim square and Gezi park.
Based on a survey administered by İstanbul Bilgi Üniversitesi to over 3,000 demonstrators over 20 hours, here are some statistics about the protesters/demonstrators in Turkey:
1) 39.6% of the demonstrators are between the ages of 19 to 25; 24% are between the ages of 26 and 30.
2) For 53.7%, it’s the first time they’ve ever participated in a mass demonstration like this one
3) 70% do not affiliate themselves with any political party (for the purposes of this demonstration/protest)
4) 92.4% of the protesters are against the authoritative rule of Erdogan
5) 79.5% are against a military coup.