Tears of Regret, Tears of Fear, Tears of Grief:Its raining tears in Istanbul
Kevin P Clements
Its the final day of electioneering in Turkey before tomorrow’s Presidential election. Erdogan is expected to win and the opposition is already crying foul, fearing that they have been outmanouvered, silenced , out paid in the polls.
The fighting has resumed in Gaza,people are being killed in Yemen, the US is trying to save the Yazidis ,Christians and Kurds in Iraq by bombing and dropping humanitarian supplies at the same time. There are thunderstorms around Istanbul which sound like heavy artillery. Its raining, each drop represents a human tear. Its funny that tear and tear are spelled the same. When we cry it normally represents some kind of tear. A broken relationship, sadness, grief, regret, fear… isolation aloneness. We seem surrounded by tears and tears at the present time…. more destruction than construction, more barbarism than civility, more hostility than conviviality.
The challenges are always the same .How do we help and save those in need without generating problems and harm in the process? How do we attend to those who cry -allowing them to cry so that when the tears have finished they and we might be softened to face the tasks that confront us. How do we confront thugs who can never see the tears, or feel the tears and divisions that they have created? How do we do this peacefully and non violently. Someone said to me we can’t put a peace circle around ISIS forces but I wonder what would happen if we tried?
In any case like all of you I am tearing a little at the wounds, the divisions, the suffering and the tearing that is taking place all around us. I’m doing it from a a strange place where the whole world seemed gathered for breakfast. There were Africans and Germans and Arabs from the Gulf and Syrians and Egyptians and Italians and French. We were able to eat breakfast in peace and even muster a smile and a thank you and celebrate who we were in that moment…
Its strange to think that two hour’s flight from here people are pulling themselves apart, uprooting those who have been in the same place for centuries, are exercising no mercy, no compassion and shedding no tears in the process,
No wonder its raining and tearing here in Istanbul. I hope someone is paying attention so that they might softened by all these tears. I hope someone out there is listening. I hope there are people brave enough to go and place a circle of peaceful human being around those who have temporarily lost their humanity.