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Hurriyet Daily News, Turkey
Nov 22 2014
Being an Armenian today in Istanbul
BELGÄ°N AKALTAN
It was a few years ago one morning that I was having breakfast in our
previous building in GüneÅ?li in the Hürriyet cafeteria¦ (Yes I have a
poor social life and most of it revolves around Hürriyet facilities.
Yes, I know. Don't rub it in my face.) I had an Armenian intern at
that time and I mentioned casually to the bunch I was eating with that
it must be hard to be an Armenian in Istanbul during these times. (I
said this while there was so much hatred around¦ Again, a politician
had just used the word `Armenian' as an insult.)
This intern of mine was doing research in rural areas as part of her
school work, and I knew her friends called her differently and changed
her name when they were in certain conservative villages. They hid her
identity. There was also a funny anecdote about the head of one
village who liked her and her made-up identity so much that he wanted
to marry her to his son.
Anyway, that morning, one young guy at the table disagreed with me
fiercely, arguing that I knew nothing as there was no need to be sorry
for them, as they were all rich and all jewelers. This young man was
angry at me; I was angry at him¦ I'm glad the venue was the Hürriyet
cafeteria and the level of anger was limited.
Ever since, I wanted to do a mini-assessment. I asked around a general
question on what it's like to live in Istanbul today as an Armenian to
the Armenians I know. What are the pressures and fears they feel? For
example, do they feel the need at times to change their names?
Post-graduate student Aslin ArslanoÄ?lu said she attended an Armenian
school from kindergarten to high school. She met no non-Armenians all
along the way. When she enrolled and started attending preparatory
courses for the university entrance examination during her senior
years in high school, she started making close, non-Armenian friends.
`I understood in those years that I had been living inside a [bubble]
all that time. In other words, I was part of the Armenian community
that had shut itself - with justifiable reasons or prejudices to a
certain extent - to the outside culture surrounding it," she said.
`Frankly, I have never come across an incident that made me feel any
fear. Also I can say that I was mostly lucky in the relationships I
formed with my non-Armenian friends and acquaintances. However,
certain incidents that didn't directly target me personally, but the
ones I witnessed close by, such as the murder of [Turkish-Armenian
journalist] Hrant Dink, do make me anxious," she added.
Another young lady, who I will refer to as S., said it was difficult
to live in Turkey in general. `Living as an Armenian in Turkey, when
it comes to mentioning your name, yes, then it becomes tougher. As a
woman, I do not feel the need to change my name, but based on what I
hear from our family elders, men felt the need to change their names
for their military service and in their commercial lives. This
situation is still valid today. For instance, when he was starting his
business my father had to change his name and he still goes by that
name. I still hear similar stories; that my friends have to change
their names while doing their military service," she told me.
`I feel very lucky in this sense because I do not need to do such
things in my work environment and in my social life. I never feel like
a minority. But I have to tell you that no non-Muslims in Turkey are
hired as civil servants. They cannot be officers, noncommissioned
officers, colonels, police or have similar professions. This is indeed
a regrettable state," she said.
My colleague Vercihan ZiflioÄ?lu said she did not like defining people
in terms of their ethnicities and nationalities. `If my identity comes
before the individual `Vercihan,' then there is a problem. In such a
case, my advancement as an individual would come to an end. I see
myself as part of the world as well as the culture I belong to. Thus,
while nurturing the richness of the ethnicity and culture I belong to,
I am trying to embrace different cultures.
`You are asking me what kind of a feeling it is to live in Istanbul
today as an Armenian. I do not remind myself when I wake up every
morning, `You are Armenian; alas; you will again go through
difficulties.' I now believe that the difficulties experienced should
be viewed from a more general perspective than from the viewpoint of
identities. The reason is that thinking the other way around would
hold us back in the developing and maturing process as individuals. I
think this is what everyone of us should do.
`The tragedy lived in 1915 is known to everybody. I do not who my
roots are; more precisely, I do not know who I am.
`I was raised in France until I was 7. When I came back to Turkey, I
felt lonely and marginalized, not only in the country I was in but
also among my own people. On one hand our Turkish language and history
teachers did not hesitate to call us `infidel' [gâvur] in class; and
on the other hand, our Armenian language teachers made class
discriminations.
`I was advised not to call my mother `mama' on the street. In the
history textbooks I studied, Armenians were defined as `traitors.'
When I was able to find a [single] book in Armenian, I could not stop
my tears. Do you know what it means not to have access to a book in
your own language? All of these experiences were very serious for a
child's world at that age.
`You are asking whether or not I feel the need to hide my identity. I
do not have the slightest bit of doubt in that sense because I am
behind my thoughts to the core. I do not believe there is anything to
hide.'
(To be continued)
http://www.hurriyetdailynews.com/being-an-armenian-today-in-istanbul-.aspx?PageID=238&NID=74636&NewsCatID=469
Nov 22 2014
Being an Armenian today in Istanbul
BELGÄ°N AKALTAN
It was a few years ago one morning that I was having breakfast in our
previous building in GüneÅ?li in the Hürriyet cafeteria¦ (Yes I have a
poor social life and most of it revolves around Hürriyet facilities.
Yes, I know. Don't rub it in my face.) I had an Armenian intern at
that time and I mentioned casually to the bunch I was eating with that
it must be hard to be an Armenian in Istanbul during these times. (I
said this while there was so much hatred around¦ Again, a politician
had just used the word `Armenian' as an insult.)
This intern of mine was doing research in rural areas as part of her
school work, and I knew her friends called her differently and changed
her name when they were in certain conservative villages. They hid her
identity. There was also a funny anecdote about the head of one
village who liked her and her made-up identity so much that he wanted
to marry her to his son.
Anyway, that morning, one young guy at the table disagreed with me
fiercely, arguing that I knew nothing as there was no need to be sorry
for them, as they were all rich and all jewelers. This young man was
angry at me; I was angry at him¦ I'm glad the venue was the Hürriyet
cafeteria and the level of anger was limited.
Ever since, I wanted to do a mini-assessment. I asked around a general
question on what it's like to live in Istanbul today as an Armenian to
the Armenians I know. What are the pressures and fears they feel? For
example, do they feel the need at times to change their names?
Post-graduate student Aslin ArslanoÄ?lu said she attended an Armenian
school from kindergarten to high school. She met no non-Armenians all
along the way. When she enrolled and started attending preparatory
courses for the university entrance examination during her senior
years in high school, she started making close, non-Armenian friends.
`I understood in those years that I had been living inside a [bubble]
all that time. In other words, I was part of the Armenian community
that had shut itself - with justifiable reasons or prejudices to a
certain extent - to the outside culture surrounding it," she said.
`Frankly, I have never come across an incident that made me feel any
fear. Also I can say that I was mostly lucky in the relationships I
formed with my non-Armenian friends and acquaintances. However,
certain incidents that didn't directly target me personally, but the
ones I witnessed close by, such as the murder of [Turkish-Armenian
journalist] Hrant Dink, do make me anxious," she added.
Another young lady, who I will refer to as S., said it was difficult
to live in Turkey in general. `Living as an Armenian in Turkey, when
it comes to mentioning your name, yes, then it becomes tougher. As a
woman, I do not feel the need to change my name, but based on what I
hear from our family elders, men felt the need to change their names
for their military service and in their commercial lives. This
situation is still valid today. For instance, when he was starting his
business my father had to change his name and he still goes by that
name. I still hear similar stories; that my friends have to change
their names while doing their military service," she told me.
`I feel very lucky in this sense because I do not need to do such
things in my work environment and in my social life. I never feel like
a minority. But I have to tell you that no non-Muslims in Turkey are
hired as civil servants. They cannot be officers, noncommissioned
officers, colonels, police or have similar professions. This is indeed
a regrettable state," she said.
My colleague Vercihan ZiflioÄ?lu said she did not like defining people
in terms of their ethnicities and nationalities. `If my identity comes
before the individual `Vercihan,' then there is a problem. In such a
case, my advancement as an individual would come to an end. I see
myself as part of the world as well as the culture I belong to. Thus,
while nurturing the richness of the ethnicity and culture I belong to,
I am trying to embrace different cultures.
`You are asking me what kind of a feeling it is to live in Istanbul
today as an Armenian. I do not remind myself when I wake up every
morning, `You are Armenian; alas; you will again go through
difficulties.' I now believe that the difficulties experienced should
be viewed from a more general perspective than from the viewpoint of
identities. The reason is that thinking the other way around would
hold us back in the developing and maturing process as individuals. I
think this is what everyone of us should do.
`The tragedy lived in 1915 is known to everybody. I do not who my
roots are; more precisely, I do not know who I am.
`I was raised in France until I was 7. When I came back to Turkey, I
felt lonely and marginalized, not only in the country I was in but
also among my own people. On one hand our Turkish language and history
teachers did not hesitate to call us `infidel' [gâvur] in class; and
on the other hand, our Armenian language teachers made class
discriminations.
`I was advised not to call my mother `mama' on the street. In the
history textbooks I studied, Armenians were defined as `traitors.'
When I was able to find a [single] book in Armenian, I could not stop
my tears. Do you know what it means not to have access to a book in
your own language? All of these experiences were very serious for a
child's world at that age.
`You are asking whether or not I feel the need to hide my identity. I
do not have the slightest bit of doubt in that sense because I am
behind my thoughts to the core. I do not believe there is anything to
hide.'
(To be continued)
http://www.hurriyetdailynews.com/being-an-armenian-today-in-istanbul-.aspx?PageID=238&NID=74636&NewsCatID=469