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Kurdish People and Reality of the PKK

Here is a great article written by Nabi Yagcioglu in daily Taraf. I dont have to say that I dont agree with everything he says, but he does speak the truth. Here is the link to the original in Turkish, too.

Nowadays there are two confusing phenomena : Reality of the AK Party and that of the PKK. In order to clarify these confusions, one needs to look at the peoples [behind these movements]. When I look at from this perspective, I see enlightening awakening of the Islam-oriented populace prior to AK Party and rising libertarian awakening of the Kurdish people prior to the PKK.

Before the fruit, one needs to see the soil that gives life and taste to it.

All of us, from time to time, say “It was the oppressive atmosphere of September 12th[the military coup d’etat of 1980] that created PKK”. This judgement is only one facet of the reality. PKK is not solely a product of the September 12th.  PKK is an organization, one of the organizations that resilient Kurdish people created, a people that did not let itself to be  either assimilated or annihilated by the state of the Turkish Republic.

Yesterday[past] was different, but today when one thinks of the reality of the PKK, it should not be only weapons that come to  mind, prior to that, the support that it receives from its people should be acknowledged. There is sociology behind that support. In the southeast,at least one person  from every family (one should think of family in terms of relatives as well) is either in this war, or extra-judicially [by the deep and open state] killed, and at least one person has rebelled and went to the mountains [to join the guerillas]. It does not end there, countless villages and hamlets have been evacuated [forcefully by the Turkish Armed Forces], thousands of Kurds have been forced to immigrate to the west. They were forced into a destitute situation of  unemployment,lack of  education, and hunger. And there is a history, Dersim Massacre is not the only example[there are many more].

This is oppression[tyranny].

Rebelling against oppression is a right.

From “there is no Kurd” nonsense they have come to “Kurds are our brothers” purple prose. “We are brothers, we have been living together for ages, we have intermarried” discourse  is only one side of the reality, and from this perspective it is a miracle that peoples [Kurds and Turks together] have created; however when looked from a political point of view, this [merely] is a hypocrisy that hides [undermines] the oppression and inequality. There can exist no brotherhood where there is inequality. And expecting brotherhood from the one that is oppressed, downtrodden, sufferer is deceiving oneself if not naivite. If humanism is not understood correctly, it could turn into an ornamental shawl that is used to hinder inequality and injustice.

Contrary to the popular belief, it is not the ones who are oppressed that decide the form of rebellion, but rather the oppressors. The ones that try to annihilate the others with violence and weapons are reciprocated in the same manner. Sow the wind, and reap the whirlwind.

What have you given[in order to have the face] to be asking for?

Here it is, Kurdish people is a people that against all these odds could not be brought down on its knees and assimilated [into Turkishness]. Even in the face of this 30 years old  bloody history, the Kurds are a resisting  people that have caught the national awakening momentum today. These people are still under pressure, but no longer are they downtrodden, or oppressed; they are a competent people that have gained self-confidence and succeeded in establishing their own local governances.  This is the rality we are facing, there is no use of contorting the facts. There is a past behind Kurdish people’s freedom struggle,  this struggle is a result of accumulation of  this people’s and Kurdish intellectuals’ struggle, but by pointing out to this fact, one should not ignore PKK’s role [in this]. When I think of the “Kurdish Movement”, I think of the active role of the PKK, but I also think of the waves of a united and rising  people’s movement that is composed of factions that think differently from the PKK as well, and a movement of those who were parts of the non-governmental organizations that have transformed into peace and democracy activists.

This point, especially nowadays, is a sensitive  point on which we need think on more attentively. My knowledge and observations tell me that those who are in the Kurdish Movement, and who criticize the mistakes  of the PKK, and think of alternative methods of struggling [other than the armed struggle], and even those who vote for the AK Party, all come together around protection  of the rights that the Kurdish people have gained. They are aware of the consequences that might arise if this rising wave breaks down. Because, the Kurds know this mechanism called state much better than  the Turks, and they know state’s carrot and stick, and divide and control strategies very well, and they dont want to fall into the trap. In my opinion, they are very right.

Kürt halk hareketinin yükselen dalgasını kırabilecek bir başka tehlike ise bizzat PKK’den gelebilir. Gelinen noktada PKK’nin şiddet eylemlerini sürdürmesi veya kontrol dışı eylemlerle şiddet olaylarının devamı bu bileşik hareketi bölebilir. Batman’da barış ve demokrasinin sevilen dört aktivistinin mayın patlaması sonucu can yakan ölümleri bu tehlikeyi gösteren çok ciddi bir uyarıydı. Bu halk onlarca yıl şiddet altında yaşamaktan bıktı ve yoruldu artık. Barışı bu nedenle en çok onlar istiyor. Ama eşit haklılık temelinde.
Özetle; hem iç hem dış konjonktür, silahlı eylemi iki taraf için de çıkmaz yol yapmıştır. Barış söylemlerinden “barışı inşa etme” evresine geçilmek zorunda. Barışın inşası sürecine giremez isek ne olur? Geçici ateşkes, kalıcı hale gelemez ve barışın inşası sürecinin kapısını açamazsa sonrasını düşünmek bile istemiyorum.

Another dangerous move that can break down this rising wave of  Kurdish people’s movement could come from the PKK itself. At this point, if  PKK continues its acts of violence or continuation of these violent acts out of its control, it  could divide this united movement. The deaths of the  four beloved activists of peace and democracy in Batman caused by the mine explosion is a very serious warning sign  showing the dangers [of such a move]. These people are sick and tired of living under this cycle of violence for decades. That is the reason why they are the ones who want peace the most. But based on the principle of  equality. Shortly; both domestic and international conjuncture have made it very difficult for both sides to use weapons. Peace discourse has to evolve into “constructing peace” phase. What would happen if we dont move on to constructing peace process,? If the temporary ceasefire[declared by the PKK, unilaterally] does not turn  into a permanent ceasefire and cannot open the door the constructing peace process, I dont even want to think about what could happen.

Let me tell you by reminding you the words of deceased Turgut Ozal [Turkey’s president during 1993, in which  PKK has declared its first unilateral  ceasefire] that was cited by Cengiz Candar: If this ceasefire breaks down, the violence would return multi-folds and the country would turn into a blood bath.

PS: The writings in italic in brackets are my additions to clarify the meaning.

sincere are my deeds!

noble were my ancestors/
sincere my deeds/
that is why i sacrificed so many a life/
so that we can prevent the big strife/
that will make us our live even more damning and dooming/
while peace is what we really are seeking/
no i am not giving up/
i shall drink from the golden cup/
the sacred water of martyrdom/
if need be, to reach long awaited freedom/
you all shall witness my might/
with the sword of Damocles/
your path will be filled with light/
light of Saladin, that defeated Lionheart/
it is this heart i have that gives me strength/
otherwise how can i go to this length/
little do they know of my anger and power/
if they don’t give what is mine/
i will take by sword and by powder/
let it be know to them, to the bloodthirsty enemies/
or else they wont have a chance to escape my sword/
even if they have strongest of the armies.

biji Kurdistan, bimri koledar!

ps: a lot of things are happening in Kurdistan and I will be writing a post very soon about recent development and what they mean for us!

The Kurds!

Who are the Kurds?


I think Cigerxwin has answered this question better than anybody else, so I will just leave you alone with his great poem called "Kime Ez" or "Who Am I", the only thing you need to do is to replace "I" with "We":
WHO AM I?

Who am I, you ask ?
The Kurd of Kurdistan,
a lively volcano,
fire and dynamite
in the face of enemy.
When furious,
I shake the mountains,
the sparks of my anger
are death to my foes.
Who am I ?

I am in the east,
forts and castles
towns and hamlets,
rouks and boulders,
What irony, what a shameful day !
A slave I am now for blood suckers
Yet I saved the Middle East
from the Romans and the crusaders.
Who am I ?

Ask the Near East,
Ask the Middle East,
villages and towns,
plains and deserts.
They were once all mine
when by war and knowledge
I defeated rivals
to become crowned over an empire
stretching to the borders of India.
Who am I ?

I am the proud Kurd,
the enemies' enemy,
the friend of peace-loving ones.
I am of noble race,
not wild as they claim.
My mighty ancestors
were free people.
Like them I want to be free
and that is why I fight
for the enemy won't leave in peace
and I don't want to be forever oppressed.
Who am I ?

I shall free my land
from the tyrants;
from the crrupt Shah and Mollas,
from the Turkish juntas
so we may live free
like other nations,
so my gardens and meadows
are mine again;
So I can join the struggle
for the good of mankind.
Who am I ?

It was I who defeated
Richard the Lionheart
My own blood I shed
to defend these regions.
A thorn I was in my enemies' side;
in my shadow lived the Arabs, Turks and Persian;
many a king held my horse's head.
Yes I am the warrior,
I am Saladin,
the King of Egypt, Syria and Israel.
Who am I ?

I am Ardashir,
I am Noshi Rawan.
In the acient days
rivals feared my caesars
regretted my animosity.
I knew no fright;
in love with adventure;
from India to Greece
they paid me tribute.
Who am I ?

Yes, I am the Kurd,
the Kurd of Kurdistan
who is poor and oppressed today.
My castles and forts
are now demolished;
my name and my fame'
swindled by my assailants,
those who set germs into my body
to paralize my existence
making a nameless soul of me;
a nation with no friends.
Who am I?

I am the one who despite it all
remains the unyielding Kurd;
still formidable to the enemy.
The smell of dynamite is again in my nostrils
and in my heart the strong desire to erupt.
I am the fighting valiant of mountains
who is not in love with death
but for the sake of life and freedom
he sacrifices himself
so that the land of his ancestors,
the invincible Medes;
his beloved Kurdistan , may become unchained.
Who am I?

One of my ancestors was the Blacksmith Kawa
who slayed Dahak, the notorious tyrant
to break off chains from Kurdish shoulders
and save many heads from the sword and death.
The day his vicious reign ended
was called NEWROZ, the New Day.
When Newroz comes winter departs
taking with it the dark harsh times
to make place for light and warmth.
This is the time, as Zoroaster says,
the evil spirit Ahriman is defeated
at the hand of Ormazd, the god of wisdom and light.
Who am I?

I am the maker of Newroz;
again I shall become my own master,
the ruler of my land
so I may enjoy the fruits of my orchards,
relish the sacred wines of my vineyards
and put an end to a dark era
by seeking salvation in knowledge and science;
I shall make another new day
and breathe the pure air of the liberty.
Who am I?

I am Kordokh, the good old Khaldew;
I am Mitan; Nayri and Sobar;
the son of Lo Lo; Kardok and Kodi;
I am the Mede, the Gosh, Hori and Gudi;
I am the Kurmanc, Kelhor; Lor and Gor;
yes, I have always been and remain the Kurd.
Despite centuries of suppression
in a country by force divided.
Who am I?

I am the son of Lor, Kelhor and Kurmanc
who have lost crown and reign
to become powerless,
betrayed in the name of religion
to carry rosaries in their hands
duped by the rulers,
deprived of might and wealth,
fighting each other, divided and torn
while my oppressed Kurdistan,
my wretched Kurdistan
remains prossessed.
Who am I?

The son of the Kurdish nation
awaken from deep sleep,
marching forward,
proud as a lion
wanting the whole world to know;
I shall struggle and continue the path to freedom;
I shall learn from great men,
Like Marx and Lenin.
I make a vow to my ancestors,
to Salar, Shergo and Deysem,
that this of mine will remain vigorous, unyielding, stronger than death.
Let it be kown;
I announce with no fear;
Liberty is my goal;
I shall advance in this path.
Who am I ?

I am not blood thirsty;
no, I adore peace.
Noble were my ancestors;
sincere are my leaders,
We don't ask for war but demand equality
but our enemies are the ones who betray and lie.
Friendship I seek and offer my hands
to all friendly nations.
Long live Kurdistan;
death to the oppressor!!!


And here is the original Kurdish version of the poem which was made into a song by beloved Sivan Perwer, here is the
link to the song:
KIME EZ?
Kîme ez?
Kurdê Kurdistan
Tev şoreş û volqan
Tev dînamêtim
Agir û pêtim.
Sorim wek etûn,
Agir giha qepsûn.
Gava biteqim
Dinya dihejî.
Ev pêt û agir
Dijmin dikujî.
Kîme ez?
Ez im rojhilat,
Tev birc û kelat.
Tev bajar û gund,
Tev zinar û lat.
Ji destê dijmin:
Dijminê xwînxwar,
Xurt û koledar.
Ji Rom, ji Fireng,
Di rojên pir teng,
Bi kuştin û ceng.
Parast, parast
Parast min ev rojhilat
Kîme ez?
Rojhilatê nêzîk,
Rojhilatê navî,
Ev bajar û gund,
Ev bej û avî,
Ket bin destê min,
Pî da ser dijmin,
Min bi ceng û şer
Zanîn û huner
Pişta wî şikand,
Serî lê gerand!
Ez bûm padîşah,
Xurt û serbilind
Ketin destê min ta sînorê Hind.
Kîme ez?
Kîme ez?
Kurdê serfiraz
Dijminê dijmin
Dostê aştîxwaz.
Ez xweş mirovim,
Ne hirç û hovim!
Lê çibkim bê şer
Dijmin naçî der.
Bav û kalê min
Dijîn tev serbest,
Naxwazim bijîm
Ta ebed bindest.
Kîme ez?
Divê ez derkevim
Dijminê xwînxwar,
şahê efyûnkêş,
Jontirkê dijwar,
Serbest bijîm ez
Wek hevçaxê xwe.
Dilxweş bixum ez,
Rez û baxê xwe.
Çekan hilgirim derkevim meydan,
Rêcek nû çêkim ji boyî insan.
Kîme ez?
Ez im ê şikand leskerê Rêşar,
Min bi xwîna xwe parastî ev war.
Di sînga dijmin ez bûme kelem,
Xwe dan siya min Turk û Ecem.
Li ser serê min
Sinbil û kulah,
Serê hespê min
Digirt padîşah!
Ez im ew gernas,
Ew Selahidîn
Bi pirs ji dimyat,
Bi pirs ji Hetîn,
Kîme ez?
Ez im Erdeşîr,
Ew Noşîrewan,
Kesrayê mezin.
Bê tac û eywan,
Dostê kevnare
Ku bûne dijmin,
Ser di tewandin,
Ber agirê min.
Ez im ew qelaş xurt û pehlewan,
Xerac min distand ji Hind û Yewnan!
Kîme ez?
Ez im ew gernas, ez im ew mêrxas,
Belê ez im Kurd
Îro ez mame
Bindest û zigurd!
Ew tac û eywan
Tev çûn û rizîn,
Dijmin nav û deng
Tev ji min dizîn!..
Xistin laşê min mîkrobên teres,
Ta bûm perîşan, bê nav û nekes.
Kîme ez?
Ez im ew Kurdê serhişk û hesin,
Îro jî dijmin ji min ditirsin!...
Bîna barûdê
Kete pozê min.
Dixwazim hawîr,
Biteqim ji bin,
Dîsa wek mêra,
Bikevin çiya.
Naxwazim bimrim,
Dixwazim bigrim.
Kurdistana xwe
Axa Mîdîya,
Kîme ez?
Kawey hesinkar bav û kalê min,
Perçiqand serê zehakê dijmin.
Ji gerdena Kurd
Wî şikand zencîr,
Serê me parast,
Ji birîn û şûr!
Roja hat kuştin xwînmijê dilsoz,
Goya dibêjin:-Ew roje nûroz...
Zivistan diçî,
Ew rojên ne xweş
Parêz dibî Kurd,
Ji dêwê zergeş.
Wesan dibêjî Zerdeştê rêzan,
Ehreman dişkê Hirmiz tê meydan!
Kîme ez?
Ez im ê çêkir ev cejn û nûroz,
Divê bistênim,
Wilo nemênim,
Bigrim tol û doz
Fermandar bim ez,
Li ser Kurdistan,
Bo min bimênin
Ev bax û bustan.
Ev şax û ev dest,
Rez û şînahî
Bigrim destê xwe,
Dilxweş û şahî.
Zana û xwenda,
Dezgevanên xurt
Vî warî bigrin,
Bikin ronahî,
Kîme ez?
Ez im ew Kardox Xaldêwê kevnar,
Ez im ew Mîtan, Nayrî û Sobar.
Ez im ew Lolo,
Kardox û Kudî,
Ez im Mad û Goş,
Horî û Gudî.
Ez im Kurmanc û Kelhor, Lor û Gor,
Ez im, ez Kurd im li jêr û li jor.
Çend hezar salin
Kurdistana min
Perçe perçe ma
Bindestê dijmin!
Kîme ez?
Îro ji Lor û Kelhor û Kurmanc
Ji dest xwe berdan ew text û ew tac,
Bûne olperest,
Bi tizbî û xişt.
Ta dijmin şikand
Li me ser û pişt.
Me dan bin lingan dewlet û hebûn,
Bûn dijminê hev perçe perçe bûn.
Ta ku Kurdistan,
Ta ku Kurdistan
Jar û perîşan
Ket e bin destan!
Kîme ez?
Ez im ew milet, ez im ejderha,
Ji xewa dîlî şiyar bûm niha.
Dixwazim wek mêr
Dixwazim wek şêr
Serê xwe hildim,
Çi ser bilindim.
Bi cîhan carek
Ez bidim zanîn,
….
Kurê Guhderz û Ferhad û Rustem,
Kurê Salar û şêrgoh û Deysem.
Bejin bilindim,
Wek dêw bilindim.
Ez dest dirêjim,
Serbest dibêjim.
Dixwazim bi lez
Gavan bavêjim!..
Kîme ez?
Ne xwînxwar im ez haştî xwaz im ez,
Serdarê meye gernas û nebez.
Em şer naxwazin,
Divên wekhevî,
Em paş ve naçin,
Dijmin direvî!..
Ji bo mirovan em tev dost û yar
Bijî Kurdistan, bimrî koledar!
Kîme ez?
I hope it is clear enough now who we are!
 
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