One of the things I keep marveling at is the constant cleverness of Turkish protest. My Western friends are all convinced that the protests are dead, but they aren’t. They bubble up in lively and entertaining ways. Less gassy and dramatic, but far more lovely.
A few weeks ago, a shopkeeper in Cihangir painted the steps on his street rainbow colors. You can read more about it here.
He apparently was unaware that he had just made a huge gay pride flag, and had swiftly and unwittingly became a hero of the GLBT crowd. A few days later, (seriously, read the article- the English is a bit unwieldy but it does a nice job of explaining how, exactly, everything fits into what) A few days later, guess what the AKP municipality did while everyone was asleep? PAINTED THE STAIRS GREY AGAIN.
I’m sorry, but the AKP is seriously a dick.
So this started the paint protests: all across Istanbul people have been painting their streets in rainbow colors.
It reached my street two days ago. When I left for work three men were painting the bollards all different colors. Yesterday, they came for the street, and were painting cobblestones. When Z and I got home from an art opening at around 9 last night, we settled down at Igzas and watched people finish making Piri Çavuş street a colorful statement against war (see the red splattered Syrian flag cobblestones) and authoritarianism.
I am very proud of my Turkish neighbors.