Maybe, just maybe, something positive will emerge from this.
I never had the pleasure of meeting you Özgecan. I never had the chance to hear you laugh with your friends or sing along to your favorite tune. No I did not know you at all but I know you now. Your name will forever be etched into my heart and into the hearts of millions of others here in Turkey and around the world who woke on Valentine’s Day, the day of romance, to the sickening news of your death at the hands of a monster. We are shocked beyond words hearing of your suffering and of knowing that the simple task of stepping on a bus is no longer safe here in Mersin.
What happened to you happens to other women every day, all over the world. Whether it is in New Delhi or Melbourne monsters can be found everywhere. But with your death comes the news that tens of thousands…
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There are pictures of guys in miniskirts saying they are going to walk about in Istanbul proclaiming that wearing a short skirt isn’t an invitation to rape.
Fantastic. Wish I could be there to see it (and to wear one!)
This terrible crime does seem to have started an avalanche of soul searching. A good thing, I think. Even Erdogan, not exactly noted for his support of women’s right, has condemned it.
It was so awful. I hope it becomes a true instrument of change. I love that men are protesting this!
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