KHKs cause civil deaths, this is inhuman, are you aware of what you are doing, what kind of an arbitrariness you impose?
Today I am going to mention a faculty of member dismissed with a decree law. In his letter he sent to me, he tells us what is happening with KHK arbitrariness and what kind of tragedies are occurring under the KHK oppression. I cannot give his name and his university because he doesn’t want me to.
“I just wanted to pour out my heart to you. I am also a citizen, I know you from media and I am continually reading your pieces. Feeling you near and dear to us, I just wanted to write about wat a 10-month of State of Emergency (OHAL) implementation cost me and my family, what its consequences were and what it taught me as a university instructor. I wanted to complain about what happened in the 10th month since I was dismissed from the civil service (Professor, Department Head).
I don’t use ByLock. I never had a bank account at Bank Asya. I have never frequented at any bank branch. I have never attended at Hizmet schools. My children attended to state schools only. I never made any donations to Hizmet Movement. During the July 15 disaster, I was in my hometown on my annual leave and I heard about it from the news at 21.00. I have never been in contact with the members of FETO and no such contact has been found after the investigation. Two months after I was dismissed from my post, I voluntarily went to the court in order to submit a petition to ask about the reasons behind my dismissal. Afterwards, I was questioned in the court for 1 day and I was released on the evening. The only question addressed to me was why I sent 5TL SMS (in total costing 100TL) to a charity called Kimse Yok Mu at Kandils. I told them that my daughter insisted that we sent SMS at the Kandils more than two years before July 15th and the total amount of help aid might have reached 100 TL for this reason but also added that I didn’t even give 1TL after our President called them terrorists. I also told them that my daughter sent 5TL SMS in order to help LOSEV and Orthopaedic Handicapped Association. As far as I am concerned, I am only accused of this, which is something I didn’t do it personally. It was my daughter who was 10 years old back then. She always kept saying that we were a family of doctors and should never turn any help offer away at Kandils. I suppose she was rather more interested in using the phone and learning how to text rather than helping others. She was 10 years old back then and didn’t own a mobile phone.”
Later on, he outlines what happened after the KHK persecution:
“They confiscated my staff at the retiment.
No hospitals hire me.
Most of the time the answer is “We are afraid of being accused of the same thing by hiring you.”
They deprived me from my retirement.
They do not give me my pension.
They just allow us to live, literally.
I have been paid for 10 months.
I couldn’t retire.
I cannot work anywhere else.
I am head over heels in debt.
For the first time in my life, I couldn’t sacrifice a sheep on Eid because of my financial situation.
I was so embarrassed when my neighbours shared their meat with us because they knew I wasn’t able to sacrifice a sheep myself.
For the first time in my life, I couldn’t visit my parents during the 9-day Eid holiday because I couldn’t afford it.
I wasn’t able to be with him while he was undergoing an operation because I was short of money and it was devastating.
I haven’t been to a restaurant for dinner with my family for the last 10 months.
I couldn’t go to my hometown to visit my dear parents for the last 10 months because I don’t have any money.”
The aggrieved summarizes what KHK has taught them as a life experience:
“I learned that even the best steed sometimes stumbles.
I learned to pray.
I learned that there is no true justice and that the justice might be late.
I learned which supermarkets poor people frequent.
I learned to go to bazaars to get cheap fruit and vegetables.
I learned which shop sells the cheapest stuff.
I learned how to choose cheap food from the supermarkets shelves among the poor people.
I learned wandering around and spending time with those who collect paper from streets and sell it.
I learned that most of the people picking food from the bins are actually quite nice people.
I learned that the number of people picking food from the bins are alarmingly high.
I learned that eating one-course meal is more than enough.
I learned that instead of eating three times in a day, two times, even one time is more than enough.
I learned that meat is quite expensive.
I learned to buy the fruit not in many kilos but in 500 grams.
I learned to buy sweets from patisserie in 500 grams to share it with my family.
I learned that even stale bread can feed you.
I learned that there is cheaper cheese out in the market.
I learned that anyone begging in the street and claiming that they are hungry must be heard of and helped.
I learned that no one deserves to be left hungry.
I learned how to cry.
I cried every time my daughter cried over the extension of state of emergency, fearing that her father wouldn’t be able to find a job again.
I witnessed that my little daughter stopped asking “Can I have this?” at the supermarket because she is aware of my financial situation.
I witnessed my little girl being ashamed when she asked me to get her a bar of chocolate for 1 TL.
I learned how easy to go down to the lowest class of society from being a professor doctor.
I learned that people with no job and money can easily get zakat (alms).
I learned that even 1 TL means a lot.
I learned how bad some people can be.
I learned that petrol is actually very expensive.
I learned that driving a car is not really a must.
I learned that eating out with your family is a luxury when you cannot afford it.
I learned that you can work anywhere when you are jobless and hopeless.
I learned that there are too many people who suffer in my country.
I learned that there are way too many two-faced people around me.
I learned that there are people out there who can betray their own country for their own profits.
I learned that the courts are really NOT the place to seek justice.
I learned that the courts can easily reject the cases.
I learned that Divine Justice is actually very useful.
I learned to wake up during the night and cry and pray without my family knowing it.
I learned that there is a Creator who sees and hears me at any time.
It is hard to believe but I cannot find a job although I am a medical doctor. We cannot use our staff because they blocked it when they dismissed us. As a professor doctor, I went to a private medical centre to seek for a post where I could work at night shifts in order to feed my children. The owner of the medical centre answered me in tears: “I am sorry professor. I cannot let you work here. They might come and inspect here and oppress us. I cannot afford this.” There was a job advertisement at the gas station for a gas pump attendant. I wanted to work there, believing that no one would see me there at night or my patients wouldn’t recognize me in the dark. They were looking for someone under the age of 40. I had presbyopia and was using glasses. They said it wouldn’t be convenient while counting money or using the pump. They said they were looking for someone with good eyesight. What can I say? I have read a lot of books. I am the author of three books. I have hundreds of articles. I have more than 50 articles translated and published in international magazines. Besides, I have lots of articles published in Turkish. My eyesight has deteriorated. Sometimes I wish I hadn’t read that much. It has been 9 months since I last got paid. I cannot retire, I am deprived of my rights, I wasn’t even told what I had been accused of.
They said, according to a decree law, a commission would be established within a month. Months have passed by, they still haven’t established the so-called 7-member commission. Maybe it was established on paper; however, it is still not effective. . We were hopeful that the commission might give us our rights back. We were devastated. Just imagine a family with three children (two of them are university students) and unemployed parents.
Two months ago, one of my ex-patients (60-65 years old) called me. I have been seeing him and his family for years. “Doctor, we know that you are going through difficult times. If you don’t mind, I would like to make an offer. I have a 90-year-old mother who cannot fast during Ramadan. She has been saving money in order to give penance instead of fasting. We would like to give that amount of money to you.” He said. I swear to God, do you know how I replied? “Dear Mesut brother, I really didn’t take any offence. I really don’t have any money for the last 10 months. However, a close relative of mine has lent me some money. We will be short of that within two months. I promise we will accept your offer then. What else can I do?”
Here is a slice of life about how KHKs destroyed people’s lives. KHKs are a civil death. We are shouting out loud “This is inhuman, do you realize what kind of an arbitrariness you impose on us? You are dragging people you are dismissed and prevented from working elsewhere into civilian deaths first and then suicide. How will you respond to this situation where anyone with conscious would stand against? By saying “If you show any pity for the suffering, you will be pitiable one day”?