{"id":473,"date":"2013-06-13T17:12:13","date_gmt":"2013-06-13T17:12:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.duffssuitcase.com\/?p=473"},"modified":"2013-06-13T17:12:13","modified_gmt":"2013-06-13T17:12:13","slug":"on-being-part-of-occupygezi","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/duffssuitcase.com\/on-being-part-of-occupygezi\/","title":{"rendered":"On being part of #OccupyGezi"},"content":{"rendered":"
After enthusiastically planning a first-time trip to Turkey for months, my boyfriend Joe and I arrived in Istanbul two weeks ago and immersed ourselves in this amazing city. On our second day there, we unwittingly became part of the protests against the building of a shopping mall in Gezi Park when we were strolling down Istiklal, Istanbul’s main shopping street, towards Taksim Square. Peaceful marchers were quickly dispersed by police rolling in on casspirs firing water cannons and tear gas.<\/p>\n
<\/a><\/p>\n We escaped up to a fourth-floor bar overlooking the street and watched, our eyes and faces burning, as crowds ran in all directions to get away from the tear gas. We had no idea what was going on, and only found out through asking people what the protest was about, as there was a media blackout in Turkey and no local channels were covering anything to do with the protests.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n Within hours, the #OccupyGezi hashtag was trending worldwide, and protestors were using social media to mobilise people to join the protests and organise things like drop off points for gas masks. We did our bit to publicise what was going on by sharing our photos on Twitter, Instagram and Facebook.<\/p>\n From what we could see, and from what people told us, the protests were entirely peaceful until the police decided to get violent. That night of Friday 31 May, the police blocked people in Taksim Square and down Istiklal all night. The next morning things seemed calmer, but the street bore the signs of a riot – shop windows were shattered by tear gas canisters, graffiti had been sprayed everywhere, rubble was strewn across the street and ATMs had been vandalised.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n Everyone we spoke to was in full support of the protests. Some said that they had been waiting 10 years for this. The prime minister, Erdogan, had been acting like a dictator – deciding to do things (like build a shopping mall on one of Istanbul’s last green spaces) without consulting people. Most Turkish people we met were moderate Muslims who are worried that Erdogan was implementing more Islamic laws to change Turkey into a more religious state. From what we can gather, people have been unhappy with Erdogan’s leadership for some time, and this was the tipping point.<\/p>\n A day later, the police had completely withdrawn from Taksim Square and peaceful protestors had taken over. We walked up Istilklal with crowds of all ages singing, whistling and clapping with images of Attaturk everywhere and every second person waving a Turkish flag. The mood was jubilant – it felt like a festival, or the end of a football match, when the local team has scored an exciting victory. Loads of people had plastic bags and gloves and were cleaning up the mess in the streets.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n Taksim Square was full of thousands of people carrying slogans, wearing Anonymous masks, selling streetfood, eating streetfood, taking photos, tweeting and singing. It was amazing to be part of what felt like a unified community, and to share our photos of the peacefulness of this scene via social media to friends back home who thought we were about to be killed by violent rioters from what they’d seen on the news.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n