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violated and dishonored woman.
The Turkish branch of Hizbullah was not a group to be taken lightly. They had sympathizers inside the Turkish intelligence network. Until the ruthless group was crippled by a large-scale operation in 2000, it had engaged in a protracted intimidation campaign against their ideological enemies, the progressives and liberals in the country. They kidnapped key individuals and tortured them for months before killing and burying them in their own backyards. So many bodies had been dug up that their houses were referred to as “grave houses”. Three reporters who had written about connections between the terrorist group and the state had been murdered on the street in broad daylight and the perpetrators were never found.
The idea popped into Yusuf’s mind so suddenly it took him completely by surprise. Damn it. Why didn’t I see that before? He picked up the phone and dialed a friend in Foreign Affairs, but was sent straight to voicemail. “Hakan, this is Yusuf from Counter-Terrorism. Look, when you get a chance, I’d love some detailed reports about the skin-head attacks on Turks in Cologne and Berlin six weeks ago. We have an important development that I think may be connected. Thanks.”
Could Bekir be planning retaliation for the attacks on Turkish communities in Europe? His gut told him it was a possibility and it seemed reasonable enough given the history of the organization. The attacks by Neo-Nazis had been headline news in Turkey for two weeks straight. Several apartment buildings inhabited by Turks had been set ablaze in the wee hours of the morning in Berlin and Cologne. Over thirty Turks had lost their lives and another seventy-five had been seriously burned. Swastikas and racist epithets had been written on cars in the parking lot. The Turkish government viewed it as a sign of rising xenophobia and an attempt to sabotage Turkey’s bid for EU membership. Needless to say, relations between the governments were extremely tense. High-level diplomats in Germany had spent the last weeks bending over backward to assure Turkey that this was an isolated incident and promising to bring the perpetrators to justice. Turkish diplomats were publically angry while in private, they discussed how to best use the incident to pressure Europe into speeding up membership negotiations.
The Turkish Prime Minister had spent years complaining that the EU was a Christian club. His intent was clear. He wanted to make any rejection of Turkey look like it was religiously and racially motivated. It was psychological propaganda at its finest, a direct strike at the multi-cultural solar plexus of Europe. The continent, which had been plagued by war and intolerance for centuries, was desperately trying to atone for its witch hunts, its religious wars, the Inquisition, and the Holocaust. In spite of this, the Serbian ethnic cleansing of Bosnian Muslims had put yet another stain on Europe’s image. It was only stopped by NATO intervention prompted by the US. It had been a grim reminder to the citizens of Europe and the rest of the world that tolerance was a fragile thing. It only served to strengthen European resolve to achieve its multicultural dream, regardless of the cost, and this helped Turkey tremendously.
Yusuf’s cell phone vibrated on the table.
“Hello.”
“Yusuf, this is Hakan.”
“Hakan, thanks for returning my call. How are Derya and the kids?”
“They are all fine. What’s up?”
Yusuf dove right in. “I’m trying to work out something and have a theory. Yesterday, Bekir Kaya managed to give us the slip in Akçakoca. I am sick over it. We were so close to capturing him.”
“Kaya? You have to be kidding me? I thought it had been years since we had a lead on the guy.”
Yusuf sighed, “We think he has spent most of that time in Egypt and Yemen rallying support and in Chechnya fighting the Russian occupation.”
“So, why would he risk coming back to this country?”
“I’m
The Turkish branch of Hizbullah was not a group to be taken lightly. They had sympathizers inside the Turkish intelligence network. Until the ruthless group was crippled by a large-scale operation in 2000, it had engaged in a protracted intimidation campaign against their ideological enemies, the progressives and liberals in the country. They kidnapped key individuals and tortured them for months before killing and burying them in their own backyards. So many bodies had been dug up that their houses were referred to as “grave houses”. Three reporters who had written about connections between the terrorist group and the state had been murdered on the street in broad daylight and the perpetrators were never found.
The idea popped into Yusuf’s mind so suddenly it took him completely by surprise. Damn it. Why didn’t I see that before? He picked up the phone and dialed a friend in Foreign Affairs, but was sent straight to voicemail. “Hakan, this is Yusuf from Counter-Terrorism. Look, when you get a chance, I’d love some detailed reports about the skin-head attacks on Turks in Cologne and Berlin six weeks ago. We have an important development that I think may be connected. Thanks.”
Could Bekir be planning retaliation for the attacks on Turkish communities in Europe? His gut told him it was a possibility and it seemed reasonable enough given the history of the organization. The attacks by Neo-Nazis had been headline news in Turkey for two weeks straight. Several apartment buildings inhabited by Turks had been set ablaze in the wee hours of the morning in Berlin and Cologne. Over thirty Turks had lost their lives and another seventy-five had been seriously burned. Swastikas and racist epithets had been written on cars in the parking lot. The Turkish government viewed it as a sign of rising xenophobia and an attempt to sabotage Turkey’s bid for EU membership. Needless to say, relations between the governments were extremely tense. High-level diplomats in Germany had spent the last weeks bending over backward to assure Turkey that this was an isolated incident and promising to bring the perpetrators to justice. Turkish diplomats were publically angry while in private, they discussed how to best use the incident to pressure Europe into speeding up membership negotiations.
The Turkish Prime Minister had spent years complaining that the EU was a Christian club. His intent was clear. He wanted to make any rejection of Turkey look like it was religiously and racially motivated. It was psychological propaganda at its finest, a direct strike at the multi-cultural solar plexus of Europe. The continent, which had been plagued by war and intolerance for centuries, was desperately trying to atone for its witch hunts, its religious wars, the Inquisition, and the Holocaust. In spite of this, the Serbian ethnic cleansing of Bosnian Muslims had put yet another stain on Europe’s image. It was only stopped by NATO intervention prompted by the US. It had been a grim reminder to the citizens of Europe and the rest of the world that tolerance was a fragile thing. It only served to strengthen European resolve to achieve its multicultural dream, regardless of the cost, and this helped Turkey tremendously.
Yusuf’s cell phone vibrated on the table.
“Hello.”
“Yusuf, this is Hakan.”
“Hakan, thanks for returning my call. How are Derya and the kids?”
“They are all fine. What’s up?”
Yusuf dove right in. “I’m trying to work out something and have a theory. Yesterday, Bekir Kaya managed to give us the slip in Akçakoca. I am sick over it. We were so close to capturing him.”
“Kaya? You have to be kidding me? I thought it had been years since we had a lead on the guy.”
Yusuf sighed, “We think he has spent most of that time in Egypt and Yemen rallying support and in Chechnya fighting the Russian occupation.”
“So, why would he risk coming back to this country?”
“I’m
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