Questions on the murder of the prosecutor

I named from day one, from the first minute, the terrorist as a terrorist. I declared clearly that I was standing behind the state.

Without saying it, but also without trying to find pathetic excuses as some did when they called Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant (ISIL) members “angry children,” and without trying to hide behind justifications such as “yes but you did this,” I condemned this vicious murder.

Now I want to use my right as a citizen to know.

It has not gone unnoticed to me.

The funeral of our prosecutor took place the very next day after his death. I was asking, “Has there been a real and serious autopsy? Were there any signs of a fight on the prosecutor’s body? From whose gun were the bullets fired at him? You congratulated the police, but was there a mistake in this operation or not?”

The far-left Revolutionary People’s Liberation Party/Front (DHKP/C) is an organization which has been closely monitored since the Özdemir Sabancı assassination (Sabancı was gunned down on Jan. 9, 1996, at his office in the strongly-guarded Sabancı Towers in Istanbul along with the general manager of ToyotaSA and a secretary). As we know the innate character of the organization, we know for which loathsome aims our prosecutor was martyred. But as citizens, we what to know why he was murdered. How come two of its most well-known members easily entered the building? Let’s ask it openly: Would he be alive if there had been more caution?

The president was curious when he heard about the recent death of Erol Büyükburç, a famous singer, and he had sought to find some suspicions behind it.

Probably he would be curious about everything behind the slaughter of one of our prosecutors.

At any rate, I am...

I know the court house well

As a victim of illegal tapping, I went twice in the last eight months to the Çağlayan courthouse to give my testimony. I know the offices where the prosecutors work very well. They are small offices, which had surprised me. 

I was very scared when I heard about the preparations of the operation because, in the case of entering a small room and engaging in an armed clash, the probability of the prosecutor not being hit was very low. What I feared happened.

An operation in that tiny room was very risky.

Dear prime minister that is not your house

I can understand the prime minister’s sensitivity over the publication of the photograph of the prosecutor showing him at gun point. I have a similar sensitivity.

It is not that usual in democratic countries, but I can still understand his wish for them to not be published. I can also understand his criticism of the photos being published.

We have discussed this issue among ourselves. There are some sharing his view and some not.

I can understand all but the following sentence I cannot accept and no one can explain it to me: “They had no right to attend the funeral...”

I can leave aside the right of a journalist to get information. I can understand if you don’t invite a journalist onto the plane of the head of state. But when it comes to preventing entry to a funeral service at a mosque, I will say, “One minute.”

Dear prime minister, the mosque is not your house, nor is it the house of the state. It is the house of Allah.