Remember the years when we switched from black-and-white television to color...
As we were stepping from the single-channel TRT era to a multi-channel system, we were experiencing the wonder of having remote controls installed on remote control-less televisions in our homes. The satellite dishes replaced the bone antennas on the roofs, and the world was slowly entering our homes.
And Nuri Alço, the black and white villain of those times...
In his robe, whiskey in his hand, that face that tickles the audience every time he enters the stage. The same role in every movie: Throwing sleeping pills into a soda bottle, trapping young girls, then blackmailing them into a corner...
Those movies were destined:
As soon as she drank the soda, the young girl's head would spin, her eyes would fill up, the viewer's heart would ache, and our mothers would scream at the screen, “Don't drink!”.
Back then, there was shame, hurt, embarrassment, sadness on the faces of young girls who were drugged.
They were innocent.
And most importantly, they were aware that the evil that had befallen them was evil.
But now
Some of those who are drugged, even those who knowingly and willingly drink that soda, are not ashamed.
They do not blush, nor do they have the slightest moral shock.
On the contrary, with shameless brazenness, they stand in front of the nation and give moral lectures, pretending to be squeaky clean.
***
If there is someone who has taken over the role of Nuri Alço in Turkish politics today, it is Ekrem İmamoğlu.
In the process that started before the presidential elections, MPs, delegates, provincial and district presidents and finally people who think they are journalists but rent their pens were offered such a “soda”...
Everyone who drank found themselves in another world.
Journalists who sell their pens, so-called academics who sell their honor for pennies, politicians who suddenly change sides without knowing what happened...
They were all made to drink the same soda.
And then today's picture emerged:
They had indigestion.
Some of them have their proceedings pending in Parliament, others in the prosecutor's office.
But since no one's mother cried out, “Don't drink that soda!”, they are now wallowing in the quagmire they got into.
Financing?
And that's the most serious point.
The financier of the soda is Ekrem Imamoglu.
In other words, he is an updated version of Nuri Alço in today's political world.
***
It is now necessary to say this clearly:
Financing politics is even more dangerous than financing terrorism.
Because money, combined with dirty intentions, buys character, buys posture, buys internal party balances, buys media power and eventually plays with the fate of a country.
This is exactly what is happening today.
Movies with soda pop are no longer played only in Yeşilçam, but in the heart of politics, not in front of the cameras but behind the scenes.
In those old movies, innocent girls who drank the soda would cry...
Today, those who drink the soda are laughing and moralizing.
But the truth will come out one day.
Just as the medicine in the soda eventually takes effect, the dirty finances in politics sooner or later reveal themselves.
And when that day comes, no one will have the right to say, “I didn't know.”.