Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Day opening - January 29

One is not born a woman, one becomes one.
All oppression creates a state of war.

Call me by my name, please...

Yesterday was the International Holocaust Memorial Day. But with the flow of anti-semitism on the net and in real life, I had no appetite to write about it. Today I will do. Especially since there are some lunatics out there who are using the free net to disturb people their minds. I'm talking about the Le Pen's, the David Irving's, the KKK, the Neo Nazi's, the White superior groups, but also the Iranian and Syrian leaders etc.
And what about the girl below; spotted in Melbourne last week?

Like Sam, I am also once called an anti-Semite, but also a Zionist (for the fun I guess; some people their hatred for Jews go so far that even if you only slightly criticise Israel, you are a Jew-friend: so what?) a Nazi (wrong; if I am a Nazi then I am a Neo-Nazi, we live in 2009 you stupid) and racist (hmm, I am in an inter-faith and above all inter-cultural and inter-racial relations for a long time now; a cover-up from me?) a fascist (based upon my love for Italy, is my assumption, but I can be wrong) a xenophobe (weird; travelled to at least 50 countries and worked and lived in 8 of them – no problems ever with being a Dutchie) an imperialist (yes, this rhetoric throws be back to my time as a student, 25 years ago..) and so on.
I'm immune for all these attacks, in fact it tells more about the attacker than about me.
But I've a problem when people start forgetting my name. And so, I remember a very well known Dutch poet: Neeltje Maria Min.
Please, call be by my name, not by religion as most of the people are doing by saying: 'he is Jewish'. They never did so reminding me that I'm Catholic born...

Mijn moeder is mijn naam vergeten.
Mijn kind weet nog niet hoe ik heet.
Hoe moet ik mij geborgen weten?
Noem mij, bevestig mijn bestaan,

Laat mijn naam zijn als een keten.
Noem mij, noem mij, spreek mij aan,
o, noem mij bij mijn diepste naam.
Voor wie ik liefheb,
Wil ik heten.
My Mother forgot my name
My child doesn't know my name yet
How Can I feel safe?
Call me, call my existence, my name.
Let my name be a chain
Call me, call me by my name
Oh, call me, by my deepest name,
Only for them who love me
I will have a name.

Atilla Olgac; just another idiot amongst others

You must have a super ego with tendencies towards narcism if you declare on the Turkish national television without any emotions (sensitiveveless) that you have killed 10 people because one of your superiors told you to do so. And the Turkish prosecutors, always ready to drag a writer or journalist into court for insulting ‘Turkishness’, were silent the last week while in any other country the police will welcome you - outside the studio - for questioning when making such statement, so not in Turkey.

You don’t have to be clairvoyant to know that the Greek Cypriots, from day one, will take this to the European Court of Human Rights; they have the chapter of the Geneva Convention of POW on their side.
Don’t think that Atilla Olgac is another lunatic; he plays a leading role in the popular Turkish TV series Valley of the Wolves, with an audience which feel comfortable in an atmosphere of Turkish traditional recipe of nationalism, chauvinism and xenophobia as Ariana Ferentinou points out clearly.

Turkish government again didn't know how to act in the world of crisis management aka damage control; it missed again an opportunity to investigate on a descent way what happened in 1974.

What and who's next?

Day opening - January 28

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue.

Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything.