I wrote about Turkey’s failed coup for the Guardian – thoughts 4 months on



Four months ago today, an attempted coup devastated Turkey. It was one of the scariest and most bizarre nights of my life, my tweets about the fear, the explosions and passing F-16s were retweeted thousands of times resulting in constant phone calls from international press agencies and a very late night (and slightly drunken) appearance on Radio 5 Live. Later came international TV appearances, and being interviewed by George Galloway (of all people) for his show on RT, something I’ve still not been able to bring myself to watch. The coup was, thankfully, prevented but since then President Erdogan’s autocracy has gone from strength to strength and hardly a week goes past without the country taking a further dive into darkness in the name of weeding out enemies of the ‘state’. 

Almost a million people have been affected by widespread arrests and purges from state institutions. In the last few weeks alone, 370 NGOs have been shut down, more journalists arrested, a further 15 media organisations closed and the leaders of the pro-Kurdish opposition party were arrested, removing the only democratically elected voice that represented minorities as well as sought for greater moves towards womens’ and LGBTQI+ equality. Removing this voice will no doubt lead to more violence since the collapse of a ceasefire with the PKK last summer, violence that will play right into Erdogan’s hands as excuse enough for government forces to continue their operations in the southeast, razing cities to the floor in the name of counter-terror. And all the while the supposedly ceremonial president edges ever closer to securing the support he needs to rewrite the constitution, finally securing his ‘definitely-not-a-dictatorship’ new presidential system extending his grip on power. Needless to say, Turkey is not in a good place.

While accidentally finding yourself near-on in the epicentre of a coup that is going badly wrong is incredibly frightening, what scared me more was the nationalist frenzy it enabled. Nationalism so powerful, people laid down their lives to protect their country – a feeling that leaves people all too easily controlled and manipulated. I wrote about it for the Guardian, yet little did I know that by the time I would get around to posting it here, we would be living in a post-Trump, post-Brexit world. Despite mentioning both in my article, the West’s capacity to screw itself over, to also be blinded by whipped up nationalism, has taken me by surprise. Nationalism is now a global sickness, and in trouble too is the very nature of democracy. We are now bitterly, and in some cases irreconcilably divided. While it is common to look down on Turkey as somehow backwards, as trying to catch up, the post-truth politics and pointed insults of both the Brexit and the Trump campaigns looked very much like Erdogan tactics to me. It is the nationalism that has been unleashed everywhere that frightens me now. 

You can read the published version here, or the unedited version below. 


I was at a BBQ in the garden of the British embassy bar in Ankara on Friday night when F16s started roaring overhead. We soon heard the Bosphorus Bridge in Istanbul had been blocked off, too, and began hearing talk from various off-duty officials of an attempt at a military coup, but it seemed so unlikely at first.

A friend in Istanbul called and said state media institutions had been taken over by army and jandarma officers calling themselves a peace council and that the broadcaster TRT was showing endless weather reports. Then the explosions started and we were told we had to leave – we were turned out on to uncertain streets by an institution we thought was safe.

Some who were there had been informed by their places of work to go home immediately so we sheltered nearby at a friend’s place, close to the Prime Minister’s palace – ‘we’ were a Belgian, an Italian, a Syrian-born Jordanian and three Brits. I had been tweeting what was going on and was talking to various news agencies – before my phone battery predictably died – as the jets continued to fly low overhead. I heard an unfamiliar noise and stuck my head out of the window to see a stream of tanks going past. It seemed pretty serious at that point.

As the night crept on into Saturday morning, the gunshots drew close, it felt like they were metres away, and the bangs, too – a mix of bombs, aircraft fire and sonic booms that are not always easy to distinguish from one another. Some of the explosions were so close the vibrations shook in my chest. My friends were crying and regularly running for shelter in the hall and the TV blanked out. There were frantic messages to loved ones. “This is much worse than it was in Damascus,” the Syrian-born friend kept saying. I even tweeted “I love you mum!”.

“I am calling you into the streets,” president Erdogan texted everyone with a Turkish number at some point in the early hours. He wanted everyone to “stand up” for democracy and peace against the junta. I was disgusted to see on social media later what that meant – boys barely old enough to vote pulled from tanks and beaten, whipped with belts, people posing for pictures with their thumbs up next to the bodies of dead soldiers. The police looked on. What sort of democracy was this?

Much has been said about ‘democracy’ – it was fired out by the government as a motivational buzzword to mobilize people. The quashing of the coup was touted as a ‘victory for democracy’, but democrats don’t burn down the homes of Syrian migrants, they don’t threaten to rape the children of their enemies. The army claimed to be acting in the interests of democracy too. Yet they killed civilians in the street, civilians who should never have been there in the first place. These people were not motivated by democracy, on either side, but nationalism and sense of honour.

Erdogan was Turkey’s first democratically elected president, but what he represents is not democracy. There is little understanding, it seems, among his supporters of the difference between the presence of elections and a true democracy. Democracy is instead used in Turkey as an empty term to legitimise any mob mentality that works in the government’s favour.

For two days and nights, many got no sleep because the mosques regularly called for people to take to the streets. On Saturday, nationalist protests swelled in celebration of what they called democracy – there were flags everywhere, guns, chants of “Allahu Akbar” and nationalist songs. They were out again yesterday and it continued well into this morning. The gray wolf salute of those affiliated with the ultranationalist, arguably racist, Nationalist Movement Party (MHP) were everywhere. My clothing has been disapproved of by passers by, something I have honestly not experienced much of in Turkey. This sort of nationalism scares me and Erdogan has asked for people to remain mobilised like this for a week.

While nationalism has become a global sickness – from Brexit to Donald Trump – as deglobulisation kicks in, Turkish society is crumbling under the weight of this growing tumour. Now an already polarized country will be further polarised and many silenced with the label of ‘traitor’. Erdogan and his party are whipping people into a nationalist frenzy to further their support and consolidate even more power.

While an impressive display of people power prevented the armed coup, it will likely now result in unleashing a further crackdown on dissent. Aside from thousands of arrests, many press outlets have already had their websites blocked. Friday’s events may well grant the government free rein to purge enemies while claiming they are the enemies of democracy – even the push to reinstate the death penalty is being touted as a democratic necessity.

When I finally got home on Saturday, I saw cars on my road squashed flat by tanks like they were little more than a Coke can in the name of democracy. I really hope Turkey’s democratic future won’t now suffer the same fate.


One thought on “I wrote about Turkey’s failed coup for the Guardian – thoughts 4 months on

  1. One understands your concern, but is a post-coup crackdown in Turkey like those democratic votes in the US and UK? Not entirely, I would say.

    National identities have been suppressed by globalism, and globalism treats people as the commodities for multinationals to shift across the globe. As for social justice, the seemingly ever-increasing circle of “LGBT-whatever” in the West ( by the way, your version is longest concatenation I have yet seen) is different in West and East.

    In Turkey resurgent Islam may persecute gays. In the West, we who think that their lifestyle has been given too much prominence when compared to other views and is often offensively promulgated in an unfair way would like to regain some balance, especially in the media.

    Liberalism has been, like globalism, the oppressive tool of an elite – what I call pseudo-liberalism: “Ban anyone who says anything we don’t like.” Europe has been a breeding ground for liberal lawyers and those arrogant, unelected Mandarins, like the repellent and rude Jean-Claude Juncker, who made people afraid that they were taken over to satisfy the global ambitions of the few. Crimea was a classic example: anyone who tries to take Russia’s Black Sea Base is either very sure of himself, militarily, or he has simply never read a single history-book on either Russia or Ukraine. The Crimean crisis was western-generated by idiots.

    I breathed free air for the first time in four decades after Brexit, as I grew up in a free country duped into being part of a political jigsaw puzzle, the whole picture nobody knew. I rejoice that Jean-Claude is reduced to throwing his imaginary weight around to try to bully the nations that remain, perhaps temporarily in the European club. In truth, Juncker and the EU gave real Europe a bad name. I am happy to receive European citizens: I teach English to immigrants. I do not see how that equates to letting Eurocrats make our immigration decisions.

    In place of pseudo-liberal elitism, which uses people, mocks their sincerely-held beliefs and has no clue how to deal with the threat of Islam, we only seek the right to be who we are. If that is nationalism, I am guilty as charged, but that does not mean I cannot relate to others; it only means that I demand to be respected. I think Trump got that while Clinton was offering everything to everybody to get elected.

    In Scotland, to challenge your simplistic thesis, the nationalists are progressives who are all for anything except traditional values. They are left-wing libertarians. That is why many Scots voted for Brexit. It has been recognised that oppressive and disrespectful liberalism was a tool of the Euro-oligarchs. Voting to leave Europe was the only way I could see how, in partnership in the UK, we could recover our real identity.

    In the final analysis, the intellectually-lazy, spiritually-vacuous and politically incompetent nature of euro-liberalism and its far worse American counterpart that has led people to want to dump it. They also rejected, along with it, those media people in the BBC, CNN and other liberalised institutions, whose in-bred love-fests of mockery and over-simplification convinced the voters that they could not see straight.

    When liberals sneered at concerns over rampant immigration and mocked Trump in an infantile way, they showed themselves to be an alien, comfortably well-off, metropolitan elite, with an ingrained contempt for ordinary people. They thought they knew better than us just because they were the elite. It is a measure of how like a Versailles clique they had become, that they did not see Brexit or Trump coming.

    In the West it is the democratic will of the people to take back control that caused Brexit and Trump. In some places, nasties will use that for violence but fascism is not an inevitable outcome. For most people, it was a desire to exercise political power and demand respect that was, and is, key.


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