Turks

The past days and events have shown how little it takes for a society to slide into fascism.

The multi-layered shaming showed how easily the spirit of a pogrom can be "hijacked", how easily people start burning other people's property and "settling" things according to the formula - Kill or Outside. The perpetrators of the crime have been identified - so why the hunt for (other) Turks and the shameful arson? What is the sin of the Turks in today's Montenegro? How did a society where, until recently, there was a consensus around European values ​​and a convincing majority was in favor of the European path, turn overnight into what we see.

In fact, only a naive person would believe in such a series of spontaneous events...

For example, if a politician, no matter how much of a Paja Patak he is - in a moral, political and cognitive sense - states that "according to his data" there are 110.000 Turks in Montenegro - and in reality there are 13.000 - what do you call this difference between the two numbers? A lie, propaganda or something else? The difference is too great - and the intention too recognizable - for this to pass without public condemnation, in the best case, or at least an apology from the politician himself. Which, we certainly won't see. They are not ashamed of their lies. They are proud of their lies.

How do people convince themselves of this pogrom math? What could be the reason for harassing dozens and hundreds of innocent people? Certainly, the reason is not even in the Turks who live in Montenegro, the reason is primarily in the citizens of Montenegro, who suddenly appear to be tragically intolerant and shamefully violent towards the innocent.

For anyone who knows anything about the street, there is much that is unclear about the whole story, in the “official version.” The story of the wounded young man, of course, left out some details, much of it seemed too neatly packaged in a dramatic way.

Incidentally, the once most alternative part of Podgorica is becoming a bastion of the most primitive hatred towards any otherness - a screening of a film in the Albanian language was recently interrupted in Zabjelo.

And it is only tragic when the true faces of politicians are revealed who, instead of "educating" people, pander to their lowest passions through personal example and reasoning.

Of course, the biggest stupidity was committed by the Prime Minister. What is the point of his temporary lifting of the visa-free regime with Turkey? To create a few problems for those unfortunate people - and unfortunately there are many of them - who go to Turkey for treatment? That man really does not know what he is doing, nor is he able to "recognize" even such a clear situation.

The police also showed scandalous incompetence. To put it mildly. They, being careful not to hurt the subtle feelings of local hooligans, protected almost no one. Nor did they suggest a feeling - and what is important in such situations - of elementary security for the citizen. This police force, for the umpteenth time, fails the test. No matter how much they swear by justice and honesty, they simply do not know how to do their job. On the contrary, they are helping the spirit of fascism to prevail on the streets of Montenegro.

And now a little lesson in chivalry signed by the last Montenegrin ruler who fought with the Turks.

After the liberation of Bar, a guest in Cetinje was the former whip of the Bar kingdom, the famous Selim begWe have a record. Sima Matavulja about the creation Nicole the poem "To the Turk" in 1879.

During the reception, one of the chieftains teased Selim Bey and reminded him of his former power. Selim Bey complained to Prince Nikola, who wrote a poem that he read that evening, at a gathering in the famous odžaklija, before Selim Bey and the most prominent chieftains. Here are a few stanzas:

"What are these roses, old lion,/of the Eastern emperor of the world/The eagle, who flies to us from the middle of the west/On a campaign?"

So I'm sorry for those roses/Although you're my old executioner/I ask: in battle, who can/To mess with you?/

A handful of poor people to us?!/So now, when we know each other well,/All that remains for us/is to give each other heroic homage...”

That's how knights did it...