Extracting a confessor from a pile-up

Poor wretched parallelist of mine. What a bind he has fallen into, caught red-handed in what way, that he has set out in search of evidence to get out of the situation. And having set out, he clings with all four limbs to the slightest crumb of evidence that might be of use. They were caught on the spot, together with the friends they were trying to get out of prison by digging a tunnel under the law, but they keep wandering through other tunnels.

All the accomplices and all the consequences of the crime of national treason they displayed by stopping the MİT TIRs carrying aid to the Turkmens of Bayır Bucak in Syria on January 7 are spilling out one by one. But our parallelist still shamelessly keeps up his effort to come out of the situation strong.

Especially their parallel media has been clinging for a few days to my remark, made in the midst of a total free-for-all, that "those TIRs were going to the Free Syrian Army," as though it had found material to whitewash its own open treason against the homeland and the nation.

From my statement, made in a setting with at least ten people present and a voice coming from every direction, and whose addressee and purpose cannot be understood from the recording put into circulation, they tried to create the perception that what was meant was immediately the TIRs stopped in Adana through the operation the parallel prosecutors carried out against MİT.

The same media service has also decided what was inside those TIRs. It is clear that they are in search of getting someone cornered into confessing that content, which they have never been able to get anyone to confirm and which in fact can never be confirmed in any way. That is why the entire parallel media ran my half-baked words, uttered in that free-for-all, in the form "Yasin Aktay 'confessed' that TIRs full of weapons were going to the FSA." I looked and all the supporting detachments had run the story in the same way. The word common to all of them is: confession.

I look at what I supposedly confessed, and it is something about which I have no knowledge at all. Even in the most heavily edited version, nowhere is it mentioned which TIRs are being talked about, and I have no statement that there were weapons inside the TIRs in question.

By contrast, there is one word underlined in all the reports on the subject:

Confession...

I must confess it is quite an inspiring word. It does not really surprise me that they, with their lives full of intrigue and their minds turned to detective work, look for a "confession" in this affair.

It is of no importance to them at all that the confession they are looking for is of exactly the kind forced out of people in the police stations of the old Turkey. What could they have to do with truth? They are already the registered murderers of truth.

Whether forced, or made to be said through complete deception as in Erkan Yolaç's famous "Yes-No" quiz show, or even attributed through slanders when it is not said at all, a confession can serve them more than adequately as the occasion requires. Anyway, they can fill a word obtained somehow with whatever content they want through the abracadabras of their choice. At the moment they are concentrating on what they are most skilled at: giving validity, through demagogy and propaganda, to the evidence they have fabricated.

The informants of the confession inferred from the words I said as banter, in a setting that arose spontaneously and quickly turned into a meaningless squabble, in a coffeehouse we dropped in at along our route during the shopkeeper tour in Siirt, one where people close to the HDP mostly hang out, are even more interesting.

Their hocaefendi, until only yesterday, considered it permissible, even obligatory, for them to carry out "torture for the sake of the country's unity and order." When we saw that HDP militants recorded us everywhere they saw us, we thought they were doing it for themselves; it turns out they were doing it on behalf of the parallelist "elder brothers" who had been torturing them for years in their centers. In the recordings taken there, there was normally nothing that would suit the HDP members. On the contrary, we say "Turkey supported the FSA in Kobani, not ISIS, and thanks to this Kobani was saved from falling," which is something the HDP members and PKK members take no pleasure at all in hearing. Because they could not bring themselves to be content with having been saved thanks to the FSA that ran to help in Kobani with Turkey's persuasion and support, they would not even want to hear those words of ours. But there, the sentence "it was the FSA that received the aid" could very well have been used as the "confession" sentence sought regarding the MİT TIRs. However, there was also a small detail there. There is no statement at all about what was inside those TIRs.

Is that a problem? What is the parallel imagination for? Is it so hard to fill those TIRs with weapons using that imagination?

I think that with this confession affair, what has really come to light is another "confessor" relationship. Since the HDP-PKK youths performed this informing "service" for the parallelist elder brothers who tortured them until only yesterday and whom they therefore remembered as enemy number one and hated, they seem to have been hired as confessors.

The reason why the sworn enmity between them has suddenly turned into an astonishing alliance that is hard to understand seems thus to become clear. That is why the HDP, enlisted as a confessor, has lately been embellished in the parallel's media, marketed as a democracy-loving party. They look after the confessor well, in a way, because he will have much "service" to render.