{"id":282264,"date":"2026-02-03T05:22:17","date_gmt":"2026-02-03T05:22:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/?p=282264"},"modified":"2026-02-03T05:22:17","modified_gmt":"2026-02-03T05:22:17","slug":"the-comfortable-bed-of-digital-conscience","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/the-comfortable-bed-of-digital-conscience\/","title":{"rendered":"The Comfortable Bed of Digital Conscience"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-282265\" src=\"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/gulsahd.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1600\" height=\"900\" srcset=\"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/gulsahd.jpg 1600w, https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/gulsahd-18x10.jpg 18w, https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/gulsahd-300x169.jpg 300w, https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/gulsahd-696x392.jpg 696w, https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/gulsahd-1068x601.jpg 1068w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1600px) 100vw, 1600px\" \/>Epstein embodies evil beyond words.<br \/>\nIs that a crime?<br \/>\nA child massacre?<br \/>\nOr a collective collapse of humanity?<br \/>\nLanguage is not enough.<br \/>\nConcepts are retreating.<br \/>\nWords fail to describe it.<br \/>\nMaybe that's why writing is so difficult. Because whatever we say is incomplete, whatever we write is light. But perhaps what is really hard is that familiar feeling that comes after writing: relief.<br \/>\nRelief of conscience<br \/>\nThis year's word <strong>\u201cdigital conscience\u201d<\/strong> selected.<br \/>\nSo we look at the screen, feel sad, write a few sentences, condemn and then move on.<br \/>\nYes, we have a digital conscience.<br \/>\nWe shared. We wrote. We cursed.<br \/>\n<strong>\u201cdisgusting\u201d, \u201cmonstrous\u201d, \u201cdiabolical\u201d<\/strong> we said. Our keyboards worked, our consciences were written.<br \/>\nAnd then<br \/>\nThen we went back to bed.<br \/>\nWe looked at the faces of our children.<br \/>\nWe kissed them.<br \/>\nWe covered them.<br \/>\nAs if saying a few sentences for the murdered children is enough to protect our own children.<br \/>\nIt is as if we have paid a debt with words.<br \/>\nBut we have seen this many times in the world and in this country: People can take to the streets for the powerful.<br \/>\nRallies are organized, squares are filled, buildings are stormed. Just like the storming of the Capitol for Donald Trump.<br \/>\nBut for children...<br \/>\nAlmost nowhere in the world, almost no one is moving.<br \/>\nThe ground doesn't move.<br \/>\nThe world is not being turned upside down.<br \/>\nWe are aware of evil but we do not take responsibility.<br \/>\nMaybe we can't.<br \/>\nWe are staying in the most comfortable place.<br \/>\nWhen the Epstein files first came out, many of us couldn't sleep.<br \/>\nI couldn't sleep either.<br \/>\nThis testimony became personal for me. It kept me awake, as it did for many of us. When I first read the news, I couldn't sleep because what we learned was too heavy.<br \/>\nThen I saw a woman going back and forth between sleep and wakefulness.<br \/>\nI was conscious but my body was locked.<br \/>\nI couldn't move.<br \/>\nI was looking up at myself.<br \/>\nIt was like my soul was separated from my body.<br \/>\nThat woman had a huge bag in her hand.<br \/>\nHe was getting ready to leave.<br \/>\n\u201cI asked, \u201dWhere are you going?\".<br \/>\n\u201cTo be a barrier in front of the children,\u201d he said.<br \/>\nFirst to Gaza.<br \/>\nAnd then, all over the world, children are being put to death...<br \/>\n\u201cNo one will come,\u201d I said.<br \/>\nI envied that woman. I couldn't turn over in bed, I couldn't even open my eyes. I was in a state of sleep paralysis. I didn't try to wake up.<br \/>\n\u201cI wish people would build a wall of flesh for children,\u201d I said.<br \/>\n\u201cI'll go,\u201d he said.<br \/>\nI asked about her bag.<br \/>\nInside were some diapers, a bottle, some formula and a rattle.<br \/>\n\u201cI said, \u201dA rattle?\".<br \/>\n\u201cNot to keep the babies quiet,\u201d he said,<br \/>\n\u201cto realize that they are alive.\u201d<br \/>\nAnd he left.<br \/>\nThen I heard the voices of babies and children.<br \/>\nI couldn't tell if it was crying or laughing.<br \/>\nThen I saw thousands of children among the flowers and cute creatures, all looking at me. I was ashamed. I wanted to run away, but I couldn't move.<br \/>\nThen I saw an angel between the two angels with his eyes closed, holding the scales of justice in his hand. I was struggling to wake up, but I couldn't wake up.<br \/>\nThe sound of babies was heard again:<br \/>\n\u201cYou didn't know,\u201d they said.<br \/>\n\u201cBut you have learned.<br \/>\nWhat did you do after you found out?\u201d<br \/>\nI could not answer.<br \/>\n\u201cDid you think you would be saved by writing?\u201d they said.<br \/>\n<em>\u201cTo grieve, to curse, to share?\u201d<\/em><br \/>\nThey were right.<br \/>\nWe have learned so much evil, but we have not been able to move the world.<br \/>\nWe could not scream.<br \/>\nWe have not been able to destroy these deep-rooted structures.<br \/>\nWe did not make the world a narrow place for those who did evil.<br \/>\nWe continued to wake up every day in warm beds, with clean hands, to a dirty world.<br \/>\nThen we thought we were good people and believed that we would go to heaven when we died.<br \/>\nMaybe we'll go.<br \/>\nBut babies, children who have experienced this evil...<br \/>\nWill he forgive us?<br \/>\nI don't know.<br \/>\nThen I turned to the thousands of babies and children looking at me.<br \/>\nThis time at the top of my lungs:<br \/>\n<strong>\u201cDon't forgive us!\u201d<\/strong> I said.<br \/>\nThen I moved.<br \/>\nI took a deep breath.<br \/>\nThe sleep paralysis had passed.<br \/>\nBut I was back to the nightmare: The Epstein case.<br \/>\nAnd the question of the babies was still there:<br \/>\nWhat did you do after you found out?<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>What did you do after you found out?<\/p>","protected":false},"author":26,"featured_media":282265,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[286],"tags":[289],"class_list":{"0":"post-282264","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-yazarlar","8":"tag-manset"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/282264","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/26"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=282264"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/282264\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":282267,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/282264\/revisions\/282267"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/282265"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=282264"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=282264"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/halkweb.com.tr\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=282264"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}