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Vi Svenskar har ett ansvar att bojkotta Turkiet

Vi har alla sett bilderna och hört om den populära turistattraktionen. I Turkiet finns det fler vidsträckta ständer än man hinner bestiga under en livstid. Där är det varmt och soligt och tacksamt att ta ett bad i det milda medelhavet. De antika städerna, som till exempel Mardin, som är flera tusen år gamla och påminner lite om ett sagoslott.

Turkiet fortsätter att locka miljoner turister varje år och lyfts inte sällan fram som ett praktexempel på att islam är förenligt med demokrati. Men bakom den vackra ridån av vidsträckta klippstränder och flottiga trestjärniga hotell, döljer sig ett mörkt förtryck. Under senare år har vi kunnat läsa om hur Turkiet blivit alltmer totalitärt under Erdogans hårdnade styre. Den etniska dimensionen av konflikterna är bara ett exempel på detta. Turkiet är det land i världen där det bor flest kurder. I den sydöstra delen av landet är dessa kurder i majoritet. Sydöstra Turkiet räknas faktiskt till den norra delen av Kurdistan, ett gränsöverskridande område i Mellanöstern, vars folk drömt om och kämpat för ett land i över hundra år. Som bekant är Kurdistan uppdelat mellan fyra stormakter i Mellanöstern som alla under lång tid tagit sin beskurna del av kakan. Bakur är det kurdiska namnet på Östra Turkiet. Den del av Turkiet som kurderna där gör anspråk på.

Vad många glömmer bort i debatten om Turkiet och den turkiska regimens förtryck mot kurderna, är just hur komplex frågan blir, när kurder själva ofrivilligt måste bidra till den turkiska diktaturens intäkter. Det finns många turkar i Sverige och många av dem är just kurder – ett stolt och patriotiskt folk som än idag kämpar för att få tillbaka sitt eget land.

Även i övriga Europa bor miljoner kurder. Kurderna från Turkiet är några av dem. Men i debatten om att Turkiet måste bojkottas, glömmer vi inte sällan bort den lilla grupp som jag faktiskt anser ha rätt att åka på semester till Turkiet. Jag talar naturligtvis om de som kommer därifrån – kurder, turkar och flera minoriteter från den kulturella smältdegeln i Turkiet. De har släktingar och familjemedlemmar som bor kvar i Turkiska Kurdistan och har naturligtvis rätt att få träffa sina nära och kära därnere. Somliga kanske tycker att de är hycklare, som å ena sidan fördömer Turkiets behandling av deras landsmän, och å andra sidan åker ner till Turkiet på släktbesök och således gynnar den turkiska turistnäringen. Jag däremot, anser att det är varje människas rätt att få åka till sitt hemland och träffa sina nära och kära där. Ingen ska kunna ta den rätten ifrån dem. Kurderna har faktiskt många släktingar som bor kvar i Turkiet och man kan inte anklaga dem för att gynna turistnäringen, när vi svenskar och övriga europeer är de största bovarna på den fronten.

Vi svenskar och västländanningar har oftast inga kopplingar till Turkiet och än mindre någon försvarbar anledning att åka dit. Det är ett privilegium. Då måste vi använda detta privilegium och bojkotta alla resor till Turkiet, istället för att klaga på kurder som åker dit för att träffa sin familj. Men Turkiet har ju så fina stränder och så mycket kultur. Det kan man väl inte bojkotta? Jo, det är faktiskt väldigt enkelt. Vi är ett av världens rikaste länder och vi blir ännu rikare om vi inte bekostar oss dyra resor till den turkiska diktaturen. Då kan väl vi som inte har något behov av att åka till Turkiet, visa den respekten att ställa in varenda resa till denna fruktansvärda diktatur, också låter vi den lilla skaran kurder som vill träffa sin familj åka dit istället.

Ja, de kommer gynna Turkiet. Och? De har inte direkt något val. Alla har rätt att återse sin familj och att inte glömma var de kommer ifrån. Vi etniska svenskar och andra europeer, vi kan däremot med gott samvete och utan problem, ställa in våra resor till denna rasistiska diktatur. Allt annat är en skam.

About A Friend Of Mine

One of my dearest friends is a very special woman who I learned to know on Facebook. Her name is Suha but everybody calls her Sano. Sano Sansoun. Suha Sansoun. I think our first contact was in an anti-racist group. I think it was about 2018 or something. Late 2018. I’ve noticed she commented a lot and gave a lot of likes on my posts in the group, and she had done that for a while.

And so one day, I got this message on my Facebook. I don’t remember exactly what she said, because my old Facebook profile was deleted last year, but she said that she admired my posts and thought I seemed to be a nice man with good opinions. I was happy to hear that and asked to be her friend on Facebook. Or it might have been she who asked first. Actually I don’t remember. But we became some good friends and thanks to her I also got several new friends. Both Sano and her friends learned me a lot of things I did not understand. We could speak in the phone for six hours straight, from evening to the middle of the night. I woke up my brothers and they had to ask me to shut down. Me and Sano had a wonderful time discussing islam, religion and politics and racism and all kind of stuff that a lot of people have strong opinions about. Sometimes three friends of her joined the call and we had a really lot of fun.

Sano is a muslim, but… not quite really an ordinary muslim… There’s something special about her that I can’t really describe. Sano is Sano, basically. She is extremely funny and caring and she believed in me very much, all until I betrayed her twice due to some stupid argue about something we didn’t agreed with. I will not leave out all of that here, but I surely did fail her. Not one time, but twice. The months went by, and I realised that I had destroyed a good friendship. But one day I decided to come back and ask for her forgiveness. And you shall know, even if she’s a muslim, her forgiveness is not infinite. You cannot give your friends too many chances, but she forgave me and now we are true friends again and I’m so happy about it.

The wonderful thing with Sano is her compassion and insights about other people, even people on the completely opposite side. Even when I failed her, she could understand me. She has that gift, to understand and suffer with another person, and an insight in another persons feelings. I do not have the same gift. But it took a while before I realised how much I actually meant for her, because when I broke her heart, she changed dramaticly. She told me that she actually trusted in me and thought that at least I could understand her opinions and struggles, and therefore my betrayal stroke down at her even harder. She became depressed and lost her faith in a lot of people. And the reason I went back to her and asked for forgiveness, is because she means very much to me as well.

Therefore, I am so glad that I went back to her and asked for forgiveness. We are inseparable, and I have learned that people can actually have different opinions and religious views and still be friends and be kind to each other. Kind and loyal. But who is Sano? Well, she lives a bit to north of Skåne where I live. She loves photographing and she is just getting better and better with her photograph skills. Sometimes she writes poems and short stories and she also makes some aquarrel paintings. She is also very funny and she can joke about everything. When we write to each other, I write long monologue messages, while she make a new message in the middle of a sentence. It’s really funny to see how different we are communicating on messenger.

You can check out her page here. Don’t hesitate to give her a like, a comment or maybe even share her page.
https://www.facebook.com/barnenssynvinkel

She also have an instagram.
https://www.instagram.com/photographer_sano_jah77

I wish you all a happy new year! See ya!

(Sven Nordqvist) The World Of Pettson And Findus

One of my favorite illustrators and authors from my childhood is Sven Nordqvist, mostly known for his richly illustrated books about the peculiar old man Pettson and his egocentric and playful talking cat Findus. I was fascinated about the detailed illustrations and the feelgood story of the books.

Pettson and Findus live in a red house on the countryside, together with ten hens. It seems like only Pettson could speak with Findus, while his neighbours cannot hear the cat. Pettson always uses a strange hat and Findus has his own hat together with some striped pants. Every Pettson and Findus book is about the old man and the little cat and their adventures in different activities. The closest you can come to some antagonist in the book, is Pettsons bitter neighbour Gustavsson. He seems bitter and jealous of Pettson and Findus having such a great time and himself having a such boring life, but I don’t really know.

Even if Gustavsson is a bitter man, he is actually a good man in his heart. In the movie One Year With Pettson And Findus, a monstrous snowstorm breaks out and Pettson and Findus take protection in an iglo. When Gustavsson finds them, they are both unconscious and Gustavsson takes them out of the Iglo and saves them and calls for the doctor.

Pettson is an odd and quite monotonous man. He has a workshop where he invents different stuff – all from Santa machines, to automatic wood throwers. If Pettson has forgotten where he had put some things, Findus is always there to remind him where it is.

Pettson and Findus world is full of small creatures called muckles – mucklor in Swedish. They are different races of mouselike colorful small creatures that appears somewhere on almost every one of Sven Nordqvists illustrations. Findus can see and communicate with them, but however, Pettson can’t.

Don’t forget all the games. In the 90’s and 2000’th, PC games for kids were released. Almost all these games included mini games, different stories and off course collection of different awards. In the first game – Pettson and Findus in the Workshop, you get a golden feather when you have accomplished some of the different game. There are the mechanical inventions, where you have to use your brain and place the different parts of the invention on the right places, to solve a problem. That could be a problem like, helping the little man to reach his coffee. The little man stood on the floor, but couldn’t reach the cup of coffee on the very high table. Your mission is to place a little muckle on a spinning mill, leading a gear against a spine, with a supporting bow under the chair the old man stands on. After putting all the gears and wheels on the right place, you will have to activate the mechanism. A certain falls and shows a cat, frightening the little muckle. The muckle runs in panic on the spinning mill, which makes the gears and wheels run up the chair with the little man, so he finally can reach his coffee.

In the next game, Pettson And Findus in the Garden, you can control Findus walking and make him walk and discover the different places. The mission in the game – to find the mysterious gardener and make him take care of the plants. After playing all the games, you will gain access to a labyrinth of underground caves, full of things to discover. On every level, there is a problem to solve, with inventions by putting different gears and wheels on the right places. Will Findus find the gardener to help Pettson with his plant farm?

The third game – Pettson And Findus and the World of Muckles, is my favourite. There you will play other types of games and after completing them all, you will gain access to three different muckle world underneath Pettsons house.

Stjärnornas Riksdag – 1: Nytt Val

Första delen av Stjärnornas Riksdag ute nu! Ha en fin fredag and may the force be with you!
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Black lives matter, from Sweden, to USA

I was completely horrified when I saw the videoclip five days ago, where a white policeman put his knee on a black man’s neck until he lost his breath and died. How completely disquisting. I don’t know what’s worse, the fact that a policeman actually murdered a defenseless man, or the fact that his collegues did not stop him.

Off course, this is just one of many examples of the US police abuse of power. But I’m glad that I’ve not yet seen so many people that are defending the cops. Even those guys may understand how brutal and unforgivable this is. But a thing that bothers me, though, is when people in Sweden, where I liv, point finger at USA and claim this racist power abuse to be something typically American. Sure, it might not exist at the same level in Sweden, but I don’t think we should bash America’s treatment of black people, without condemn the systematic racism in our own country.

Sweden has, for a long time, been a very left wing country. We like to boast ourselves and point finger to the US. And we always have. But let’s face it. We have racism here in Sweden as well. In the justice system, in the courts and in the police. We have a so called “small talk” racism, especially in classical working class jobs in industries. I’ve seen it myself and it’s e bigger problem than you could imagine. Off course we can condemn this racist attack in the US, but let’s not be all too unaware of the racial discrimination in our own country.

When it comes to discrimination of people of coulor, I as a white person, have a responsibility to stand up whenever I see it. And so do you and everybody else. You might think that I’m making difference of people now, but it’s just a fact that white people, in general, don’t know how it is to live under structural racism. It’s easy for us to say “that’s no big deal” when we havn’t lived through it for generations and generations.

People of color have fought long and hard to crush racial opression. But as long as white people continue to ignore it or maybe even justify it, we are a part of the problem. Only together we can end this. But then we have to see our own part in it, instead of ignoring the racism when it’s right in front of us…

I don’t say you have to be a white knight or a hero with a cape. It’s the small things that matter the most. Things in our daily life. When somebody tells a racist joke, or use the N-word, maybe a relative, or at the working place, or when a collegue of yours, are exposed to racism, rise up and say it’s not okay. I know it’s hard, especially when it’s your boss you have to stand up against. I’m not the best man either and you should know that I chose my conflicts wisely. But the last years, I’ve been better to stand against racism.

We will always remember George Floyd. May he rest in peace. And remember that Black Lives Matters. Always. From USA to Sweden.