Showing posts with label police brutality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label police brutality. Show all posts

Saturday, June 1, 2013

tear gas and lemons



I tell you, it's madness outside. These are photos I took in Talimhane, next to Taksim Square. A few hundred of us were squeezed into the little hotel-lined streets, which were littered with broken glass, teargas canisters, and pieces of plywood. Fires were set, barricades erected, and the police, silhouetted figures in the orange smoky air, shot gas every other minute at us. A smoking canister bounced off the pavement and hit my left knee, while my right foot received a direct hit. The pain was intense, but then I felt the burning.



It was in my eyes first— for a moment I couldn't see, then the stinging set in. I reached for Pedro, grabbed his arm, and we ran. People were chanting and dancing. More gas was fired, then the water cannon, then a canister flew by Pedro's eye, knocking his glasses off. We ran to another side street, where a guy offered us lemon slices for our eyes, wishing us a speedy recovery. Through blurry eyes, I could see someone being dragged into a clinic, others were doubled over, rubbing the lemon slices onto their eyelids. It's painful at first, but the lemons really do work— with the frequency of gassing that is occuring in Istanbul this year, I might resort to carrying lemons and a pocket knife in my bag.

Police were firing from every possible way out, making it impossible for us to get home, so we decided to find a place to sit down and have a çay. It seems silly, but what else were we going to do? The Eylül Cafe was serving diligently to protestors, trapped and frightened tourists, and curious residents. Seeing our raspberry-coloured swollen eyes, a young man ran up to us with a squirt bottle and kindly asked if we needed some relief. We showed him our lemons and thanked him, he gave us a quick smile, then dashed off to soothe others in need.



We eventually made it home safely, though many did not— people are seriously injured, and the Turkish media, who initially ignored the protests, is just now starting to cover the story. I was told by one protestor as he watched me sketch the scene, "Tell the world— you must tell the world what is happening here."

Friday, May 31, 2013

gezi parkı

I have to interrupt the posts from Urfa because I find what is happening in Taksim, in my home, disturbing. For the past three days, people have gathered in Gezi Parkı in Taksim to protest the removal of trees for the massive construction project that the government begun last fall. The plan to turn one of the area's last green spaces into a shopping mall, moved people to peacefully occupy the park. In response, police have attacked protestors with tear gas and water cannons, injuring many, hospitalizing some. I do not know the exact figures, nevertheless, when I came home from work today, my neighbourhood looked like a war zone. My eyes and throat burned, I saw legions of riot police forming a wall on the other side of the newly built tunnel, blocking the square. Then, POP-POP-POP! I turned around and saw a thick yellow cloud rising, moving towards me.

Unarmed citizens are being gassed, sprayed point-blank in the face with chemicals, and assaulted by high-pressured water cannons.

They even gassed the metro. The metro.

This is not right.

Please be warned, some images are graphic:
Occupy Gezi on Tumblr
Photos on Hurriyet Daily News.com