CENTRAL NEWS
On 28 December 2011, the fascist AKP regime added a new ring to the chain of massacres developed by the colonial Turkish state in Kurdistan. Thirty-four Kurdish people, most of them children, were killed in the Roboski massacre within the framework of the genocide policy pursued on the Kurdish people.
The enemy has done nothing other than being an enemy, but where are we going wrong, what is missing? As democratic peoples, what have we done other than demanding justice in front of the cameras and protesting?
The haunting reality is that the Turkish state only went as far as we allowed it to. No exaggerations are being made when the history of Kurdistan is described as bloody. In fact, at this point, the world is conditioned to Kurdish corpses. How many fancy words must be used to describe such a detriment? How many more times must the blood of Kurdish toddlers nourish our soil before we decide to stop allowing death from just catching us on our way out of primary school? How many bagfuls of bones have we planted in the motherland? But most importantly, how many more bagfuls do we have left to give?
And our biggest burden, still, is a prosperous yet illegal country. Maybe the wealth of unruly squeals of laughter, the frivolous joys of our little ones have infested the lands which we step on.
8 years have passed since Roboski, three weeks since Til Rifat.
How many of the children of Roboski stopped attending the school of the state that massacred their brothers and friends?
Aren’t hundreds of young people from that village or surrounding villages going to become soldiers of the army that slaughtered their brothers and peers?
Aren’t we watching the television of that state, the system that labelled those 34 young as terrorists, people every day?
So, what is the real tragedy here? Another massacre committed by Kurdistan’s Hitler, or the fact that we are, at this exact moment in time, allowing the straws to be loaded on our back before we finally collapse?
But they are Nato’s something-something strongest army, you say. And your anger is buried with those innocent people. Your pain becomes as worthless as your identity. Then die we shall, because the enemy has done nothing other than being an enemy and Kawa’s fire of resistance was lit long ago.
