THE GUIDE OF SENDING YOUR MOTHER AND FATHER TO THE JAIL-CHAPTER 2
I had got so angry, I was about to go mad but I did not have energy to attack the police officials or tell them even one word. It was the first one of my attacks of nerves that I had experienced in the last 8 months. At the beginning of this period, I was always crying.
I did not have enough strength to resist police officials, however, I had it for my poor grandmother and my aunt who were trying to comfort me.
My grandmother had bought an ice cream and soda water for me. Firstly, I bawled at her by saying what I was going to do with them. She could remain silent and say nothing to me. In these days, whenever I think that moment, I feel ashamed for treating disrespectfuly to her. On the other side, my aunt was also crying at another corner. But I was not be able to bear on her crying considering that nobody had right to cry other than me, because those who went to jail were my mother and father. I was screaming by saying them to go and I didn’t want to see them in my home.
As you understand, I drove them away harshly. My grandmother told me she would call me at night to ask how I was and my aunt told her to go, then they did so.
During three days, I shouted at everything around me crying. As my grandmother knew that I could not resist against my uncle, she sent him to look in on me in order to see whether or not all is well. I saw him off saying I was alive.
During the detention period of my mother and father, there were two things that made me liven up. First one was a serial, called Aşk-ı Memnu and the second one was buble trouble, a flash game. There is a creature in the game and you blow up the balloons with that. Just like going mad, I played all levels of the buble trouble, each level of whose had almost 70 sections watching that serial at the same time.
3 days later, the prosecutor would take the testimony of my father and mother. I hoped that either the prosecutor would not refer them to the court saying it was a huge nonsense or the judge would order the trial of them without arrest on the grounds that there was no risk to escape or destruct the evidences. In fact, I was so sure that they would not be jailed.
At the end of three days passing awfully, the hearing day came round at last.
I wore my black-yellow dressing given as a gift by my mother and having a black belt, it was quite stylish.
I stopped a taxi on the road and got on it. An issue was talked on the radio about capital punishment and the detention of 4000 judges and prosecutors. The taxi driver told to be hung them all . At that time, I began to scream him saying that I was going to court house for the hearing of my father and mother.
I asked him whether my mother or father made a coup. And I asked him what crime we had committed, and added: “We were at our hometown for the festival holiday then we took a message saying the judicial holidays were cancelled. Upon this, we came back İstanbul on the wake of 16 July. If these people made a coup, were they so mentally retarded that they would return back İstanbul with full knowledge of the disadvantageous consequences of this incident? Do we seem so mad? You say let them be punished with a death sentence. As if you know everything, whatever news these agencies send out, you nod your head, please think a little over the issues carefully!”.
Then, the the taxi driver began to speak falteringly saying me that we had not there at the coup night but the planes flied over them and killed the innocent persons.
I continued to shout him saying whether my father or mother killed those or what connection we might have with that awful incident.
Then, I told him to stop the taxi at the right of the way and I threw 50 liras, not waiting for the change I had paid more than the stated amount which was 15 liras. That was really incredible and unnecessary behaviour so that I still think that amount of change, 35 liras, at some nights.
Then, I arrived at the court house. I hadn’t seen my parents for 3 days. I asked the police officials if they would allow me to meet them, but they did not answer my question looking at my face. The testimonies of almost a hundred judges and prosecutors were taken. They were divided to groups of ten, my mother and father were in the same group. The one whose testimony was taken came to the alongside of the prosecutor, waiting to join the hearing. I heard the voice of my mother saying loudly “ I will see my daughter, tell her to come here” I followed her voice. As always she was before, ‘Neslişah Altınpençe’ (refers her ability to endure a difficulty) was standing just in the middle of the chaos. A police official opened the door asking me if I was her daughter. I said yes. She run towards me and we sit close together hugging. At that moment, my father was giving his testimony.
I did not remember what we talked at that moment. We only hugged each other. They took my parents to the hearing hall. But my father still didn’t come. I was waiting for my father to come falling into front of the glass door. The police officials told me to go, even one of them pushed me. Crying and screaming at the same time, I saw my father coming and pushing the polieman, I hugged him.
The policeman was taking my father to the lifts saying us to leave each other. He pushed my father from his shoulder. Any child should not witness this desperation of his father. It was so for not to be humiliated because he was a giant in my opinion, howeever, my father felt ashamed because he could not resist the policeman and he was left in desperate straits in front of his daughter. Smiling at me, he told me to leave him and said they would go downstairs.
They got on the lift.
I knew the court house. They went to 4 floors down and I also run down the stairs at the same time. I saw my father again. The police officials took hold of his arms. I said him ‘my dear father’ and we hugged again. The police pulled my father from his arm and they disappeared from sight behind a glass door. At that moment, I fell into the floor crying.
I had waited for the beginning of the hearing for almost one hour. They did not allow me to enter the hearing hall. I was crying, at just the moment I gave in, they allowed me to enter in. I started to think they were kidding with me.
My mother and father were sitting close together. I run alongside them. My father told me to leave my mother and hug him because there was a high chance of her release but he thought that he would be arrested and added: “We should be calm, everything will get better”. I could only be able to cry.
Then, the hearing began. They were giving their testimony again. My father said: “Our passports have expired for a long time ago. We came on our own for giving testimony, why do we escape?”, then my mother said loudly: “ If I was a traitor, did I serve for my mother country in Lice, the district of Diyarbakır where the bombs were blew up every night by the terrorists?”
The judge said: “ All your sayings don’t matter for me. I have a whatsup group consisting of trustful members. I ask your names to them one by one. That is the sentence what they say”.
As it seemed, the court ruling was obvious. There was no need for a trial. It was meaningless to offer them to think mentally or logically or in line with the law.
The hearing had a break. After the break, the judge would pass his decision which was determined beforehand.
I sit down hugging my father. I could not be able to cry any more. Then, they entered the hearing hall again. While waiting for the court ruling, I talked with a women buying chocolate, water etc. and also renting a robe worn by the lawyers. I told her the happenings. She said me not to be sad and hope their release. However, she also did not believe their release because nobody had been released yet up to that moment.
Meanwhile, I was talking with some police officials. All of them felt sorrow for me but I did not care.
At last, the court ruling was passed. I heard some screams from the hall. An elderly policeman came near me and asked my mother’s name. I told him ‘Neslihan’. I looked at his face, his eyes were full of tears.
At that moment, I was petrified with astonishment and I was only able to look just so. I said first ‘mother’ then shouted as she was my mother. Perhaps, my screams signified nothing for the poeple there but I was saying she was my mother.
The rest was a long darkness..
The women buying something in the counter held my hands. She was sobbing by saying me these days would pass and everything would be better. All of the 24 police officials standing in two lines were about to cry, their eyes were full of tears.
The door of the hearing hall was opened. The policeman, who torn my paper at the day when I took some belongings for my parents was grabbing the door alone and did not allow anybody to enter in. Standing up slowly, I stopped just opposite of him. I hit his shoulder with my fingers three times and said she was my mother.
The man was drawn back as if I said an enchanted word. Then I entered in the hearing hall. Everybody inside was crying. My father hugged my mother crying but my mother was not crying. She said me: “Rana” and I said: “yes my dear mum”, added: “ I am so sad but you will grow up any more my dear daughter”. Then we hugged altogether. I did not remember how long time we spent so.
They took my mother, they took my father and handcuffed them.
Hilal aunt took me at my home.
