<p>I am not talking about babyhood, mister!</p>
<p>I’m not talking about falling from bedstead either.</p>
<p>In a police station for example.</p>
<p>You are the prime minister again at that time for instance.</p>
<p>Some of the policeman, you arbitrary call a “hero” or a “gang” as you like, had taken Architect Onur Yaser Can, who is only 28 years old, into custody at the begining of 2010’s June.</p>
<p>Sorry, It wasn’t even a custody.</p>
<p>His family had never been informed, a lawyer had not been demanded.</p>
<p>But he had been taken into custody. Stripped to the skin. Abused sexually.</p>
<p>Even the medical report was prepared in front of the same police officers.</p>
<p>His statement has been tampered again and again.</p>
<p>All of the laws have ever been written breached.</p>
<p>***</p>
<p>He quoted what happened to him in there like this:</p>
<p>“I had been stripped naked  under custody. They told me to lean against the wall. They made me wait for a while when I was crouched. I’ve been slapped, humiliated. They made me sign some statements other than mine.”</p>
<p>Then, they called him to the same police station again.</p>
<p>As the news cited, “He would got naked rather than going to police station and being strip naked...”</p>
<p>And he got naked with his own will against the state’s harresment then he jumped to his death from his apartment’s window.</p>
<p>But it wasn’t a quick death. Ambulance couldn’t come quickly. And when the ambulance arrived, it took him from hospital to hospital before he drew his last breath.</p>
<p>As you can see, he was being tortured while he was living and dying.</p>
<p>You are the prime minister at that time for instance.</p>
<p>***</p>
<p>And then what happened?</p>
<p>At the end of eleven months the court rendered a decision not to prosecute torture charges.</p>
<p>The prosecuter, he is well known.</p>
<p>He is one of the prosecuters that you rattled laws, courts, police departments, intelligence offices and High Council of Judges and Prosecuters (JPHC) by calling them “traitors, gang, hashhashins, organization, state-within-a-state” when your sons touched, without torture, without harresment, without cavity search just because of the color of the money.</p>
<p>When it is “someone else’s son”, when he is stripped naked to the skin, when he is dead there is no storm, no sensation and the government does not get angry, does not yell “That prosecutor!” naturally.</p>
<p>Okay, a little peace we have keep saying “don’t let our sons die” and send you it’s regards but look at all those sons’ lying bodies on the floor:</p>
<p>?While some sons are counting three or five little trillions by 20-25-30 with Pool Rate...?<br /> </p>
<p>And some sons are with torture marks, club blows,  bullet holes and pepper gas capsule impacts, bare naked!</p>
<p>***</p>
<p>And what happened after that?</p>
<p>Police officers has been sued for forgery of administrative documents.</p>
<p>Two had been convicted but got off easy with good conduct abetement etc.</p>
<p>During court trials Onur’s mother Hatice Can, like it was her last breath, said:</p>
<p>“They humiliated and conducted a full cavity search on a young man who is an architect, a musician and a sculptor and has been brought up without a bad word or phisical abuse. Camera recordings are missing.”</p>
<p>At that moment for instance, you are the prime minister.</p>
<p>***</p>
<p>And what happened even after that?</p>
<p>The previous day when it was Sunday, while your sons’, your advisors’, your men’s, your Rezas’, your consents’, your continuous keens’ and breathes’ “montage-dubbing-arbitrage” voices was leaking on us, loudly flooding us...</p>
<p>Hatice Can,  mother of the young man who got naked and commited suicide rather than being stripped naked  in a station, had killed herself and gave  her own life too to this so called justice system!</p>
<p>Of course you are still the prime minister at that time...</p>
<p>You’re shouting: “Our children...”,</p>
<p>You’re shouting: “People’s privacy...”,</p>
<p>You’re shouting: “If you are not a parent then you don’t get it!”</p>
<p>You’re shouting with a hoarse voice : “Don’t you get it son?”</p>
<p>***</p>
<p>Maybe from now on you wonder the name of that son; do not forget it, make your own son “take a not”...</p>
<p>Let me write it down once more:</p>
<p>His name was Onur (Honor)...</p>
<p>His last name was Can (Life)</p>
<p>He gave up his life... but kept his honor!</p>
<p>***</p>
<p>Don’t you ever forget it, don’t let it slip your mind...</p>
<p>Embed it in your memory:</p>
<p>She was a mother, she too had a son...</p>
<p>She had only one life left...</p>
<p>To make you feel embarassed...</p>
<p>She took it herself.</p>
<p>***</p>
<p>Now you may keep counting and reseting:</p>
<p>20... 25</p>
<p>30... 40!</p>
<p> </p>
<p><span style="line-height: 1.5em;">Umur Talu</span></p>
<p>Translated from:</p>
<p>http://www.haberturk.com/yazarlar/umur-talu/926666-babasiniz-ya-sizin-oglunuzu-hic-cirilciplak-soydular-mi-hic-ciplak-bir-bosluga-atti-mi-kendini-evladiniz</p>