That victim, deceived in the name of justice, believed; thought it had existed for years… Until he ended up in those court corridors! “Where is justice?” asks that victim, sitting on the bench in the court corridors for years…
Searching for justice, in the corridors…
The more he searches, the more he is subjected to injustice!
“I wish we were in the Stone Age,” says the victim pacing the court corridors!
And, in his own way, he is right…
Because he is resentful, angry, wronged; he is seeking his rights!
He wants to go back to the Stone Age and take the law into his own hands; he can’t find a way out of it…
But then his conversations with himself begin again: “No… No! I should seek my rights through the law,” he says.
But the more he searches, the less he finds…
He begins to question the system, in his mind…
“What kind of system is this?” he says to himself…
He gets angry again, enraged again…
For a moment, it occurs to him!
“I too was part of the system,” he says…
Now, at the beginning of the sentences he forms, there are “Ahhh”s and “If only”s…
He feels regret, but cannot bring himself to admit it.
Now his mind is coming up with consolations: “I didn’t have the opportunity! Yes… Yes, if I’d had the chance, I would certainly have solved this problem while I was in office,” he says; for a moment, he wants to believe his own words…
The words in a book he read years ago now seem more meaningful to him.
“Unless no one clouds or violates it, the law surrounds us in a way that is as invisible and intangible as the air we breathe. The law is something imperceptible, like health, whose value we realize only when we understand that we have lost it.”
Pierre Calamanderi’s words weigh on his heart.
As if bothered by the memory, he asks himself, “Where did I read this?” Like anyone who remembers something they want to forget, his heart aches… The court corridors seem to close in on him; he feels stifled by the situation!
Then he meets someone in the corridors of that court; he thinks he has encountered someone who, like him, has been victimized...
Because that person is angry too, enraged too, and tired of spending years in court!
Just looking at each other is enough to tell them of their victimization…
But he is hesitant to look at him…
“Maybe I’m the one who victimized him,” he says to himself!
But that victim isn’t angry with him!
He thinks he didn’t victimize him, and joy fills his heart in that moment.
Suddenly, a voice comes from that victim he has encountered: “Heyyy,” he says!
The other victim hears him; fear fills his heart, he turns his face away; he doesn’t want to face this in that moment…
That victim does not give up; he continues speaking, with the lines on his face caused by the court corridors…
“Heyyy Ferdi, heyyy Eroğlu, heyyy Çakıcı, heyyy Denktaş, heyyy Avcı,” he says, then cuts himself off and starts laughing…
Though he is frightened when he hears the name Ferdi, he calls the victim he has encountered “a madman”…
But it eats away at him inside; as that man laughs, for a moment he sees himself in him and thinks fearfully, “Will I become like this in these corridors too?”…
With a smile brought to his face by his laughter, and shouting, that victim continues speaking: “One Day You Too Will Need the Law,” he says, then falls silent, his lips cracked by the cold court corridors on a hot day…
I hope to see you in the days when you realize that one day you, too, will need the law…
Pay attention to your surroundings, keep them clean, and please be respectful in traffic!