me, dressed in purple, marching on 1 May, international workers' day |
A famous
poem begins: When I am an old woman I shall start
wearing purple. I’ve never been one who
likes to wait.
When my
lovely young artist friend Sevil invited me to march with the
Socialist/Feminist Group of Istanbul on International Workers’ Day, I
immediately said “Yes.” Purple is the color of the International Women’s Movement.
The history
of Workers’ Day began in 1886 at Haymarket Sq., Chicago with a peaceful mass meeting of workers. A bomb was thrown, and the scene turned into riot and chaos. Ultimately, 8 innocent men were hung and countless other innocents
imprisoned and harassed. Maybe then, it’s not surprising that the USA
is one of the few countries that doesn’t celebrate this important international
holiday.
Istanbul
also has a bloody history connected to this day. The first International Workers’ Day in the
Ottoman Empire took place in Skopje (currently Macedonia) in 1909. In Istanbul, Workers’ Day was first
celebrated in 1912. Between 1928 and
1975, all celebrations were banned. Then on
May 1, 1976, Turkish trade unions held the first mass rally in Taksim Sq,
Istanbul. And in 1977 all hell broke loose. 500,000 citizens were gathered in
the square when shots rang out from the Water Supply Company building. Armoured vehicles rolled into the square,
explosives were thrown into the crowd, and the crowd was hosed with pressurized
water.
In the end, 36 lay dead, 200
seriously injured. International Workers’ Day was banned.
On May 1, 2009, the unionists scored a symbolic victory. The government gave permission to a small group to pass through police barricades and enter Taksim Sq. But others, gathered in the surrounding area were tear-gassed by tanks and hosed by riot police.
This year I marched with Socialist Feminists alongside LGBT (Lesbian, Gay, Bi-Sexual, Transgender), students demanding free university tuitions, teachers for better conditions, the Confederation of of Revolutionary Workers, the Confederation of Public Sector Trade Union,and the "Muslim Anti-Capitalists."
Purple flags, rainbow flags, red flags, blue flags, green flags floated through the streets. People chanted, sang and cheered.
The day was peaceful. Exuberant. Without mishap.
I love your blog Diane. You can really make the magic of Turkey come to life. Looks like I'm going to have to keep reading about your whereabouts.
ReplyDelete-Christina Januszewski (Via Lingua Crete)