Night in Saraçhane...
There's music, there's dancing, hands in the air.
The phones are on, the stories are flowing.
There are slogans but also laughter.
One can't help but ask:
Is this the “struggle” now?
Because a struggle doesn't happen in an “after party” atmosphere.
Resistance grows not in the spotlight but in the shadow of determination.
The goal there is not to have fun, but not to give up.
Today, we see a different picture.
The screaming has given way to rhythm.
Anger has given way to filtered posts.
And the most painful...
The weight of what happened in the prison is crushed by the lightness in the square.
If we really want to talk about resistance, it is resistance:
It doesn't disperse at the end of the night.
A song doesn't stop when it stops.
It is not complete when you make a post.
Resistance;
where people pull together,
as one,
is a will that he has not backed down from.
Saraçhane may be full.
But fullness does not always mean depth.
If it is really about conscience,
that conscience cannot be suppressed by music.
If it is really about justice,
that justice doesn't fit in the “story”.
Today the squares may be crowded,
but the question remains:
Are we really resisting,
or are we just making a crowd?