sanana🏴🏳️⚧️<p>Hello, I'm Furkan. I'm an ordinary high school student who participated in the march organized by the universities in Ankara on Konur Street at 20:00 on Friday, April 25th.</p><p>I'm 16 years old.</p><p>I will tell you about the police brutality I experienced as best I can and as far as I remember.</p><p>Of course, the oppression started collectively. Our slogans and our presence there were being interrupted, as always, with the announcement that "this is unlawful". Those who were close to the barricade were being pepper sprayed directly into their eyes. We were in the middle of it all and couldn't stop coughing to chant slogans.</p><p>The police started to walk, we said "calm down". We stopped for a while, we said "don't back up" and in the meantime many people were caught between those who stopped and those who were trying to get away from the police. We pulled those we could to safe-enough places. The police continued walking, there was a stampede, some of us fell.</p><p>Just before the police marched, they detained four people, which I could see, with such a hatred that we could smell blood. Our march back then started, I don't know how many people they took until the end of the street. At the end of the street, six police officers had laid a girl in a green coat on the ground and were trying to handcuff her behind her back with kicks and knees. "Don't reach out" they said, I reached out my arm. One of us was pulling me back from my stomach. A police officer in a light brown coat caught me from my left arm, I somehow pulled my arm and resisted. The one with the brown coat shook their fists at my head with a strange anger, I tried defending my distance with my leg as a reflex. I wasn't yet aware but both my arms were caught and they had the girl in a green coat in a back handcuff already.</p><p>My friend who grabbed me by the stomach and our other friends with whom we were close, were able to withstand the police who attacked us with punches and kicks for a while. Then, I found myself in the hands of the officer in the brown coat, lying face down. They were pulling my hair out and insulting me, pressing their knees on my neck with all their might, my voice was cut off, I was lifted off the ground. Two police officers took me to the trunk of the car, saying "don't resist". At that moment my bag opened, my camera fell to the ground, I saw a police officer take it. One of those who brought me searched me on foot in front of the trunk. The officer especially lingered on my groin, searched again and again. They squeezed it like a clown's nose, looking at my face, then stuffed me in the trunk. The cop who brought and searched me shouted "turn around" for the back handcuffs. Of course the insults continued, at least twenty police officers had blocked the trunk, hiding the cruelty. I turned around, they put handcuffs behind my back, I said, "You're squeezing too hard, it hurts," they mocked me. I tried to help them get off my coat, but they said "don't resist" and threatened me with beating. I stepped out of the trunk, "Loosen it". I think it was the man with a long beard and a hat, he pulled me by my arms and threw me in the trunk. I stood up, he slapped my left cheek, my teeth cut my tongue. Then he slapped me on the ground pressing down on the trunk. With curses, spit, hatred, dirt. I stood up, - yes, my memory is blurry due to the slaps - I don't remember the curses but they were filled with very apparent death threats. Then they brought someone else to the trunk, "Are you well?" I asked, they said "I'm well". 5 people were squeezed in, the girl in the green coat was on my left.</p><p>Everyone asked each other how we were, we were laughing, they were trying to stuff a sixth person into the trunk. They couldn't. We were dragged onto the bus. Handcuffs were tight on everyone's arms. I asked them to loosen it, "There is no key, I can't" they said. It was plastic, I told them to cut it and put on a new one but they didn't. Everyone's phone and ID, in short, everything they had on them at that moment, was confiscated without any reason, even the lawyer's. I sat on the bus with "dolmuş*"-looking seats, my heart burning. They were beating people up and bringing them down the corridor, the brutality continued and continued. I asked the lawyer lady to remove my neck collar, barely being able to speak. She took it off, I thanked her.</p><p>I said "the state that is afraid of 16-year-old children", they froze. The police officer who cursed at us in the trunk and said "Are you even human, look at them" took me out. I sat, they counted 11 students and 8 police. Then they insistently took me outside and called their superiors and said, "There is a 16-year-old, should we release him?". I waited 10 minutes, then they finally cut my handcuffs with a side cutter. A man with a camera got me under the light and took pictures and photos of me. I was given my wallet and my phone, I asked for my bag, "Don't shout" they said. They had lost my bag, they searched for it for another 10 minutes. At last they found it and I was given my bag with my coat. I left and went for the döner shop to use their bathroom but the man at their door said "We can't have you here brother." I added them to my boycott list immediately and continued walking. Then I remembered my camera and went back for it. I asked them for my camera saying that I saw one of them take it. Calls were made, the camera was searched and obviously wasn't found. They told me they didn't take it, that someone else must have taken it, "Did you come to mock me?" they said, so I left.</p><p>I do not know how many was detained today, but I know that this brutality is not something that can end so easily. We brought down the palaces of fear and reign of the oppressor.</p><p>The road is only taking shape now.</p><p>We will free our friends.</p><p>We've always been here. 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