John Berger“My favorite novel”To wedding“of, “What will we do before eternity?While seeking an answer to the question “We will certainly not rush!” makes a noble start by saying. Knowing that you are going to die anyway and not being stubborn with death… not resisting nature… All these are mature and wise lines for sequential death thinking in Britain. However, death can come from anywhere in our country. For all these years, we have not been able to escape the spiral of political murder and massacre. We considered it a virtue to bring it through the noses of those who stand a little upright and those who undertake the advocacy of the truth. It has been exactly forty-five years since our first prosecutor, Doğan Öz, who was killed in our country, was buried. Language is easy. Forty-five years.
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Doğan Öz knew well that he would not wake up to an ordinary day. Mikis Theodorakisin his book describing the Greek junta period, “Threats are increasing!” he puts a section. Threats were also increasing for Doğan Öz, so he parked his car in a separate place every day. He left white Anatolia to Kızılırmak Street that day. He had just turned the ignition, when a tall youth fired three shots in a row without blinking. It wasn’t enough, he continued to approach and shoot to be sure of his death. He fled the scene, waving his hand. Minister of Justice at the time Mehmet canthe murder, “It was planned in advance by organized forces.” told. It wasn’t unfair.
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Born SelfJust before his death, he wrote a counter-guerrilla report stating that there was a deep restructuring in the state, the prime minister of the time. Ecevithad forwarded it. The report “What is done is to call martial law by diverting the target, to come to power by election or, if not, by coup, to make exploitation the only option by destroying the democratic way of life. The situation is presented with all its clarity and bitterness.‘ he ended. Not only Doğan Öz, but the Adana Police Chief of the time Cevat Yurdakul He also found evidence of such a structuring and met with Bülent Ecevit. He even said to his wife Ülker, “Even if I die, I won’t regret it”. Unfortunately, Cevat Yurdakul’s fate was similar to that of Doğan Öz. Moreover, what he talked to Bülent Ecevit that day remained a mystery. His documents in the study room were also confiscated by dark circles.
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Doğan Öz, disregarding the warnings of his close circle, said:deep“He had laid out the structure in the smallest detail. If this report had been taken seriously, perhaps the country would not have been plunged into the darkness of September 12, and other dark doors would not have been opened wide. This time, his own family would not shed tears for their son, who fell into the hands of the torturers in the blood and urine smelling dungeons of September 12.
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Doğan Öz was a brave and reckless public prosecutor of a country whose republican values had been turned upside down. He was the representative of those who struggled for citizenship once morest servitude, reason once morest bigotry, and modernity with science. For this reason, the prosecutor, who is looking for corruption, theft and arrogance, still looks at his reproaches from a black and white sepia photograph on the wall of his house today. He winks nervously at those who know that one day, if a law school is established in his name, we will truly meet democracy.
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I’m not very good at explaining anything regarding myself. I don’t like it either. But when I say Doğan Öz, I have to write down what goes through my mind. Doğan Öz’s poetry book “we don’t die“I was in my senior year of high school when I got it. My father is a poet doctor. Aysan BehçetHe had just been killed in the Sivas massacre. In the Ankara University DTCF Theater Department, which I entered the following year, I was not only a rookie but also a bitter novice. Nurhan Montenegroin ‘s class Lorca‘s audition for the play Don Cristobita vs. Dona Rosita’s Sad Comedy had just begun. For the role of Mosquito, an upper-class blonde girl appeared on stage, adding the natural buzz to her speech. We took a break following performing his game. He sat on the edge of the stage. As he took off his shoes, he looked up and said, smiling.welcome to eren” said. That girl was Doğan Öz’s daughter, Bengi. In the photograph in the poem book, the blond girl in her father’s arms had grown. Years later, I would experience the same sadness while talking to the relatives of those who died in Gezi. This time, that spiral and terrible cycle would put me in Bengi’s place.
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Last summer, in Dikili Sezen We are sitting in the garden of Aunt’s (Oz) house. A long breakfast table. Next to Sezen Teyze and Bengi Cevat Yurdakul‘s wife Ulker Aunt and son Openswith his wife, Metin Altiok‘s daughter dear Zeynep there is also. It’s like we’re floating in space. Would Angelopaulos shoot this movie? I do not think so. None of us still know what the word justice means. We have not expected an apology on our behalf for years. Just apologize to this community!
Because it is in the folk song that I love very much;
I don’t show gratitude to the rose bud ending in har
I don’t know Arabic or Persian, I don’t appreciate language.
Sirati muzre independent, I watch the womb
I will not be grateful for the way the oppressor teaches
