But this flip-flop as we say in the United States or U-turn as the term goes in the United Kingdom has not come, for a man who is in his late fifties, without its costs. Just as his ideals have gone through changes, his heroes too have had to play their musical chairs. Those of you who have read some of his 500 plus books, that is the figure he dictates to his personal secretaries, will admit to his affinity for people like Marx, Engels, Lenin, and Stalin up until his arrest. When he landed in Italy in November 1998 the Med TV hailed the news as, “Modern Spartacus has landed in Rome.” Today, those names are no longer honored in the paeans of Mr. Ocalan. Mustafa Kemal Ataturk has taken over their place as a giant of a man knowledgeable on all things under the sun. The orphan of Tsaloniki, says Mr. Ocalan, was the embodiment of the ideology of Rousseau, the politics of Robespierre and the military genius of Napoleon. Reading the passage, you are left with the inescapable conclusion, and Mr. Ocalan is not even subtle about it, that it takes a genius, Mr. Ocalan, to recognize another one, Ataturk. When the Turkish state was on its knees, the Turkish general saved the day and did so with the help of the Kurdish tribal chiefs, he crows. Only two other Turkish figures were as visionary as Ataturk and they were Alparslan, who according to Mr. Ocalan, would never have made it to Anatolia from Central Asia without the help of the Kurds; and Yavuz Selim who sealed a strategic relationship with the Kurds to expand Ottoman power into Europe and Africa. These three periods were the glorious times in the history of the Turks, he muses, and the “fourth” is at hand, can be jumpstarted, if only Ankara paid some attention to him.
You are probably wondering what do the Turks make of these unwashed, sordid, and bewildering declarations of Mr. Ocalan. To say that they totally disregard them would be to repeat what they always do and that is that they don’t talk to the “terrorists” or their leader. But I suspect there is more to these pronouncements than meets the eye. Mr. Ocalan has already noted, at least on several occasions, of a high-ranking Turkish official who confided in him, “Let’s put an end to this game. The Greeks delivered you to us not as a favor, but to sow the seeds of a hundred year conflict between the Kurds and the Turks; let’s stop this war of brothers.” Mr. Ocalan then goes on to note, “I thought about it and decided to go along with it.” Or when the same official, apparently, said, “We won’t keep you here for long.” To date, no Turkish official has stepped forward to confirm or deny these allegations. My own hunch is that these exchanges never took place, and if they did, they only prove that Mr. Ocalan has entered his second childhood now. I don’t know how else to put this, but to state it the way it is, and that is Mr. Ocalan has had an uncanny ability to “imagine truths” and lead the Kurds on all kinds of fantasies, some successful and others suicidal in terms of their consequences. That is why these latest “imagined” stories of Mr. Ocalan, where Turks play magnanimous roles and the Kurds, poor simpletons who are easily manipulated by the Greeks, cannot have a basis in fact and will not, for long, hold a sway over the Kurdish masses. What they say for now though is that Mr. Ocalan has allowed himself to become the megaphone of the Turkish military against the Kurds.
I don’t know about you, but as someone who has been cursed with a secondary school education in Turkey, I have lost sleep over Mr. Ocalan’s choice of characters, as his favorites, from the annals of the Turkish history. The sleepless nights have paid off and I am here, to paraphrase the presidential hopeful John Kerry, to report to you that what Mr. Ocalan is doing is cherry picking at best or disingenuous to say the least. Ataturk gets the lion’s share of his attention and most people would agree with him that he is betting on the right horse to ingratiate himself with the Turks. The Turks worship the man and Mr. Ocalan has now decided to join their ranks. His other two heroes are Alparslan and Yavuz Selim. The reason Mr. Ocalan likes these individuals has nothing to do with them per se, but everything to do with himself, and his everlasting desire to be free and lord over the Kurds again. Ataturk, says Mr. Ocalan, in addition to being a great statesman, was a magnanimous soul, for in the Turkish war of liberation, he freed a captured Greek general, Nikos Trikopis. But what he did to Shaikh Said, a Kurdish rebel, is conveniently brushed aside. Alparslan, Mr. Ocalan goes on to add, went even further and freed not a general, but a captured emperor, Romanus Diogenes. He doesn’t say it, but makes you wonder, if Caesar did anything like it. Yavuz Selim, as far as I know, didn’t forgive anybody; in fact, he is known to have beheaded some 40 thousand mostly Allawite Kurds, hence his nickname, Selim the Cruel, but the reader is left with the inference that the cooperation of the subjugated Kurds in the person of Idris of Bitlis with Yavuz Selim, -- the Kurdish collaborator’s name never comes up, -- was what made the Turks great in the world. In other words, Mr. Ocalan wishes to be forgiven a la Ataturk and Alparslan so that he could serve the Turkish state a la Idris of Bitlis.
But this farce is already crumbling in spite of Mr. Ocalan’s Herculean efforts and machinations. “Imagined truths” do not have a long span of life. In one of his periodical meetings with his lawyers, Mr. Ocalan talks about getting hate mail from the Turks. One of his newly “discovered” Turkish brothers has threatened him with a disease that will cause his skin to peel off leading to a slow and painful death. He tells his attorneys he is not feeling well and adds, ominously, his skin is coming off. He is wondering if something sinister is in the making. No one needs to second-guess Mr. Ocalan here for something sinister has been going on from the very beginning. This second act of his life, that started on a warm evening in Kenya or cold morning in Turkey, has seen, so far, extraordinary agility, breathless servility, outrageous pomposity, and worst of all, venomous reaction to everything Kurdish in the world. If wonders were named after humans as opposed to monuments, as they were in antiquity, I have no doubt in my mind that Mr. Ocalan would have qualified as the eighth wonder of the world. Just in case you are not fully convinced, let me shower you with a few of his other priceless gems from his latest “Meeting Notes.” He now calls Kurdish nationalism the “cancer” of our times, and declaring himself a physician in the same sentence, has vowed to eradicate it from the face of the earth. Patriotic Kurds, he says should support Turkey, but if they support Kurdistan, he calls them “primitive nationalists.” And in a low that will forever be associated with his name, he quotes the Turkish generals, his new buddies, to inform his supporters that Mr. Barzani and Mr. Talabani are “selling” their wives and daughters to the Turks in exchange for favors. Now I know why Cicero says, “Fear of all emotions is the most brutalizing,” or what the psychologists call, “[It] drives people to madness.” And if I could set aside Mr. Ocalan’s half-cooked Kurdish-ness for a bit, I truly feel sorry for him as a human being.
I have finally made it to the end of my presentation. When Mr. Ocalan was free, alone among the Middle Eastern leaders, he loved forcing his associates to engage in self-criticism sessions in front of the video cameras reminiscent of what Mao did, apparently, with his party faithful, in his times. But Mr. Ocalan always exempted himself from those sometimes hilarious, often dreary, and always-repetitive self-condemnations. The other day, as I was getting ready to put together my thoughts for this conference, I had a flight of fancy and imagined him doing one himself, in front of the Kurdish people, and saying the following things. I hope you will find them instructive. I ask for your indulgence.
“To the people of Kurdistan,
“I apologized to the mothers of the Turkish soldiers at the outset of my trial and apparently left the impression that I did not care about your losses, the children of Kurdistan. I do. Belatedly, and sincerely, I extend you my apologies and condolences as well. Now that this misunderstanding is out of the way, I want to address you, as promised, on my shortcomings. I have had six years to reflect on them. There is no other word for it; I am one of the biggest liars in the history of Kurdistan. Most politicians are. But I went way overboard and lost track of what is proper and what is not. Last month, I read The Brother Karamazov by Dostoyevsky. I got stuck on page 43. I thought the Russian writer was talking about me. Because Dostoyevsky is a better writer than I am, I want to read you a short passage from it. It is from the address of Father Zossima to Fyodor Karamazov, the patriarch of the family whose life is chronicled in the novel. It is bitter, as true medicine often is, but it is good. Here is Father Zossima: ‘The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love, and in order to occupy and distract himself without love he gives way to passions, and coarse pleasures, sinks to bestiality in his vices, all from continual lying to other men and himself.’ With my imagined truths, I am guilty of these charges as well. I have lost my way. I don’t even know who I am. I have said I have the patent to Kurdish nationalism; nothing could be further from the truth. I have declared Ataturk the senior God and myself the junior; both are lies. I have said I support Turkey and oppose the liberation of Kurdistan; this qualifies for the father of all lies. James Madison once noted, ‘There can be no doubt that there are subjects to which the capacities of the bulk of mankind are unequal.’ He too, the founding father of America, has me in mind when he refers to the bulk of humankind. I thought I could outrun truth, science, skill and ability, but there is no such thing. Look where it has landed me. It is not the place to be. I am truly sorry for the pain and suffering I have caused you. I ask for your forgiveness.”
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