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THE BATTLE OF THE SYSMBOLS

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  If anything highlights the schism in Turkish society, it is the December holiday season.
The abundance of Christmas trees in selected neighborhoods almost makes one forget that is a predominantly Muslim city. Yet, the trees underline what sets Turkish society apart from both its Eastern and its Western counterparts.
Unlike any other effective capital of a largely Muslim country, posh İstanbul neighborhoods such as Etiler drape themselves with festive Christmas decorations, symbolizing a feast far more alien to Turkish history and culture than the traditional garb of its poorer counterparts, for much more than only commercial reasons.
A four-storey, man-made fir-covered cone slices like a phallic symbol through Akmerkez, İstanbul's foremost American-style, upmarket shopping center located in the very heart of Etiler. If residents of Etiler shudder at the thought that the women of Fatih with their headscarves and chadors are as much a reflection of Turkey as they are, than they at least should respond similarly to the figure of "Noel Baba" (Father Christmas) and the ringing of "Jingle Bells" in their own backyard.
The juxtaposition of employing the symbols of someone else's feast, with an election campaign that stopped short of positioning Noel Baba versus the chador, went a long away to illustrate the problems of a country in transition -a transition that is taking place in an ideological void in which the country has yet to define its post-Cold War identity.
It is perhaps that void, compounded by the country's deepening economic crisis and debilitating war against the Kurds, that should most concern Turks of all walks of life. It is what has many Turks turning to İslam to provide direction.
Yet, to those who put Christmas tress in their homes with little knowledge of the religious and cultural significance of the tradition, the dividing line between Muslim religiousness and Muslim militancy is vague at best
And while the numbers of those attending prayers at my neighborhood mosque -I confess: I live in a neighborhood which leans towards Christmas trees rather than chador- is increasing, many of these faithful are unlikely to want to part with the achievements of a modern state bent on reaping the fruits of progress.
"We have a cultural rather than a generational gap. It's a violent interruption of our history. As a result, one group of Turks does not understand what the other is talking about. It's an argument between two deaf people speaking different languages," explains Erol AkyavaF, a prominent Turkish artist who has resided in New York for the past 40 years.
Turkey has all the makings of a "torn" society with little if any communication between its constituent elements. Yet, behind the lines of the battle of the symbols, and the sky-high walls of mutual prejudice, there may well be room for common ground.
To discover it will take soul searching on both sides of the divide. For Turkey's militantly secular elite this involves coming to grips with the fact that Islam remains an important aspect of life to a substantial segment of the population.
At a recent visual arts seminar involving fiercely secular Turkish artists and some put forward as participants in the discussion by the Refah Party-run İstanbul Municipality, artist and art historian Jale Erzan asked her pro-Islamic counterparts:
"Do you accept people like me who doubt God? If religion is your starting point than we can't talk to one other," she said. Silence enveloped the conference room as Mrs. Erzan focused her intellectual guns on the heart of the issue. If anything, she was saying, mutual acceptance is the sole basis on which dialogue is possible.
"I'm not religious," countered Gültekin Çizgen, a photographer and artist speaking for the pro-Islamic participants in the seminar. "I don't believe in God. But I know that the religious factor is important for society. I can't deny this."

James M. Dorsey is the correspondent of the Wall Street Journal in İstanbul
 
     
 
 
 

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