Station: [46] The "Clean Men"

Turn around! Toward the living God! Hey! Your face turns to stone? Your hand drops, clenches a fist. And then it comes down on me!  Self-Righteous Men. When I think of Lystra, I feel the stones ricocheting off my skull—the ones they used to try to kill me. Self-Righteous Men. They dragged my body out of the city and threw it down the slope. Self-Righteous Men. When I came to, my friends were standing around me. They couldn’t believe I was still alive. the diary of Hatun Aynur Sürücü, born in 1982 in Berlin, of Kurdish descent. Today I visited my parents. My father demanded that I hand my son Can over to the family to be raised. I bravely argued back that we no longer lived in Turkey and that here, women have the same rights as men. He slapped me until my younger sister Songül stepped between us. I shouted back that I would report him to the police, whereupon he threatened to kill me. I’m afraid my father will carry out his threat. On February 7, 2005, Hatun was killed by several shots to the head at a bus stop in Berlin. Clean men.