Thursday, 3 January 2008

How I became a 'so-called' Turk?

Published in Turkish Daily News, 3 January 2008
Re-Published in French by Yevrobatsi as Comment je suis devenu un «soi-disant» Turc
Re-Published in Greek by Phileleftheros as Πως μετεξελίχθηκα σε "λεγόμενο" Τούρκο

In his challenging book “Identity and Violence” Nobel laureate Amartya Sen argues that our identities are constructed not only through our own efforts but also by the enforcement of our setting. For example, an Irish man may consider himself ‘white' and can have strong feelings against people with darker skin colors. However, it is only recently that the English have considered the Irish ‘white.' The Irish have been seen in lesser terms than the ‘actual whites.'

The exclusion of the Irish from the noble ‘white' community obviously has nothing to do with color, as one doesn't really get whiter than an Irishman. Whiteness is a social construct and the ‘real whites' are considered so because of their privileged place within the community of ‘whites'.

Recently, I have learned the hard way that ‘Turkishness' too has its own share of social enforcement and exclusion. I have always seen myself as a Turk. Turkish is my mother tongue. I was born and have spent most of my life in Turkey. I am a Turkish citizen. I genuinely love my country and I am committed to its future. All the members of my family are ethnic Turks, with the exception of one grandma who is Kurdish and my great grandmother who was a Greek convert to Islam. All these years I assumed that these were what made one ‘Turkish.'

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Yet, my ‘Turkishness' has been challenged. This first happened when I turned 18 and, out of my disillusionment with Islam, I decided to follow the Christian faith. Though none of my family members are devout Muslims, I spent the following 11 years trying to explain that I love my country, do not work for the CIA and have no part in plans to reinstate the Byzantine Empire. My apologetics have not been too successful as since then I regularly hear the rhetorical question; “What kind of a Turk are you?”

As my ‘Turkishness' began to be questioned by my community, I too started losing my attachment to it. I studied in East Asia for three years and then continued my studies in the UK for three more years. Having studied five different languages (and messing them all up) and traveled to more than 20 countries for research or school reasons, I must admit that I love Japanese food and Shusaku Endo more than I love lahmacun (Turkish pizza) and Murathan Mungan.

When fate and academic interest in collective memory, ethnic conflict and transitional justice put me right in the middle of Turkish-Armenian relations, my Turkishness entered a new stage.

A clumsy newspaper called Avrupa Gazetesi – Turkish but printed and distributed in Europe – published a puzzling piece about a conference in which Dr Fatma Gocek and yours truly were going to speak to lobby for the Armenian cause. I only smiled, since I not only did not know Dr Gocek, nor have ever been invited to such an event, I was not even in the UK during that time.

The correction, which Avrupa Gazetesi published, was too late to stop the ripples. Soon, a host of nationalistic websites and e-groups elaborated further with titles such as “A new addition to the list of Traitors” and I was declared to be a ‘missionary', ‘Armenian lobbyist', but most significantly a “so-called Turk”. Thanks to these nationalist groups, I learned that there are two kinds of Turks: Turks-in-essence (özde Türkler) and so-called-Turks (sözde Türkler).

Some advice!

There is a moral to my identity career. First one is practical: if you don't want to lose your ‘Turkishness' please don't follow my footsteps, it would only lead you to anomie and significant loss of social capital.

The second one is theoretical. It appears that ‘Turkishness' is defined by religious affiliation plus historical and political opinion. Though most of these nationalist groups will give wild reactions when being a Turk is reduced to being a Muslim and Islam is seen as what makes us Turks, nevertheless adherence to the official and dominant views seem to be the criteria for judging to what degree someone is a Turk.

Apparently, citizenship, place of birth, mother tongue and personal feelings of the individual towards his or her country means nothing. One's ‘Turkishness' is validated and enforced by a quasi-official criterion and its willing executors, who have the market monopoly.

If this is so, then ‘Turkishness' is an ideology which one assumes through alignment of personal opinion. As ideologies inescapably shift and modify themselves, those who are privileged to be Turks-in-essence have to continually keep up with subtle changes so as not to be kicked off the list. Thus, it is quite tiring to remain a Turk and to maintain the boundaries of ‘Turkishness'. You never know when the next de-selection will be and who will be joined to the ranks of the outcasts.


7 comments:

Dimitris said...

dear sir,
i enjoy your "how i became a so-called turk" in t.d.n.
happy new year,neighbor.
dimitris
athens.

Anonymous said...

Ziya,

As I was doing my research in Lebanon I thought a lot about how ethnicity is often questioned because of ideology. as you saw first-hand, my refusal to think of myself as a victim or to conform to certain ideas about Armenian-Turkish relations often cause my fellow Armenians to question my "Armenianness." It is even more bizarre and no doubt painful in your case since you were actually born and raised in Turkey.

I really enjoyed reading this one, as always.

Marina

Anonymous said...

I read your story with interest. I am an American who first came to Turkey in 1960 and stayed 8 years.

I left for economic reasons and then lived 25 years in Asia. All my mature life, I felt this call to Turkey and even when I lived in Asia I had an impelling wish to visit Turkey each year. Finally, the autumn of my life dictated I had to choose some place to live and it was back to Turkey to build a house, then finally actually coming to live here permanently in 1997.

I speak Turkish, I think Turkish, I dream Turkish. What it took me so many years to understand was that I will never be Turkish. I am always the American.

The locals treat me like a neighbor, talk to me like a Turk but as soon as America or Europe for that matter, does something that is not in their interest, they turn to me and say.....look what your country is doing!

The invasion of Iraq by the Americans was a horror for me as I had been going to the teahouse for years but then during this time my good friends would turn to me and say....look what you are doing. It was almost a threat!

No matter what I said.....that I lived here like them, ate the same food, went drinking with them, respected the culture, spoke the language.....it made no difference.

Yes, I will never be Turkish although that really was a dream of mine at one time in my life as my love for this country is/was so high.

I know what you are talking about. The nationalistic blood in Turks is so strong that there is no hope that someone like me or any immigrant for that matter can ever be 100% accepted.

I think it needs a passing of 2 or more generations. The youth, needs to change this perception. Maybe it will never change!
I know what you mean!

Celal Birader said...

Hey Ziya ... Heavy subject but I did like the somewhat lighthearted turn you took in the final paragraph. Well done.

Jake said...

Hello Ziya,

This was a great piece, I was also very happy to have found your English blog. You've done a great job explaining a reality that we foreigners in Turkey want to understand, but never fully can. I linked to your article on my site and made a comment that I'll repeat here.

My wife and probably my best Turkish friend (her brother Can) are both ethnic Christian Turks. Their experience is almost nothing like yours. Isn't that strange. Even though they are Christian Turks, they aren't treated like traitors... because it's how they were born. Very complex.

Ardent said...

Ziya,
I loved reading your post and could relate to it.

My family lives in Australia and we are Turkish-Cypriot descent. I don't know how many times people have said 'You are not Real Turks'.

Once my mother exploded. She was working as a seamstress at a factory which manufactured government uniforms and there were many other nationalities that worked there. My mother spoke a few languages and would happily talk to anyone who knew English, Turkish or Greek.

Turkish Cypriots are Muslim but the majority are non practicing. Well one day during Ramazan, one Turkish lady accused my mother of not being a real Turk. My mother asked, 'Why?' The lady said. 'Real Turks fast during Ramazan!' Well my mother exploded. She retaliated, 'If you tie a Donkey to a post in Turkey and do not give it food or water from sunrise to sunset, does that make the Donkey a Turk or a Muslim?

After that comment the two women did not speak again.

Celal Birader said...

In America, while i look like an Anglo-Saxon and speak English just like an American i am considered foreign because of my Turkish name. For full acceptance, i have to call myself not 'Celal' but 'Cecil'.

When i am in Turkey i can speak Turkish just like any local person and am fully aware of all the local customs and traditions yet am considered a foreigner there because of my Christianity.

Every nation of peoples has this built in reaction to others in terms of the two categories :'one of us' or 'not one of us'.

So you cannot avoid this but you can judge a society on how successful they are in minimising any of these inevitable 'walls of separation'.

 
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