Today i learned some crucial information about laws and chemistry.

Firstly laws. The president of the bar of Istanbul stated that a lawyer cannot be arrested unless he/she is caught in the act of committing a crime, so the arresting of lawyers in their work place yesterday was completely an illegal action. A journalist whom I met later on the afternoon told me that the lawyers who were taken by force to a police station yesterday from Çağlayan Court house, were just served tea and coffee and then asked kindly to leave. The lawyers insisted the police take their statements and sign them, as it was an illegal action, but the police refused. The purpose of detaining lawyers, knowing that they cannot be charged, was simply intimidating the citizens, in my opinion. PM. Erdoğan wanted to send the message that nobody can protect the protesters or the others who wanted to support them, including their lawyers, meaning nobody should hope for help from laws and justice.

Secondly, chemistry. The pain in my chest, my burning throat and the cough i have, especially when i inhale deeply, is because of the CL-202 and 201. The chamber of chemists and lawyers have been asking people collect the canisters they find as they are evidence of the last 14 days. Today i read an article written by a chemical engineer telling “the CL gas is a cyanocarbon which can seriously damage heart, liver,lungs It also irritates the eyes, exposed skin parts and the whole respiratory system. The usage of this gas is lethal in enclosed spaces. Type CR-202 canisters should be used from a range of at least 90-150 meters while CR-201 should be used from at least 60 meters. And they should not be shot directly to a target because with a weight of 150 gr they would break any bone of any target, thus the impact might be lethal. Using this gas to control masses is a crime of humanity.”

At the end of the day: i am still suffering the effects of the gas i was exposed to, not having the time to wear my simple mask and swimmers’ goggles when the police shot without a warning yesterday; thousands of lawyers made huge protests in Istanbul and 3 other cities; alongside the lawyers, artists and some parliament members walked to Taksim and first sat right in front of the police and later on the entrance of the park opening to the Taksim square in order to build a human barricade; two Canadian reporters working for CBC, Sasa Petricic and Derek Stoffel, were taken into custody; another protester Ethem Sarısülük who was shot on his head by the police in Ankara, is declared dead after being kept in the intensive care for 13 days….

Lastly i went to Gezi Park to leave some of the requirements from the announced need list and was delighted to see many others were doing the same. The resistance is still managing to keep their spirits up and is healing the damages of the last day as quickly as they can, i am planning to do the same thing myself tonight.

Best wishes to all,

Shannon M. Kulik, Publisher/Editor-in-chief

A Female Protester’s Account of #OccupyGezi

After the intense police attacks on protesters at Gezi Park on 27th of May, protests spread through all of Istanbul and Turkey overnight. The Turkish Prime Minister,  Recep Tayyip Erdoğan, continued making unreasonable provocative speeches saying he will not step back, even  that “at least 50% of Turkey we are hardly keeping in their homes,” suggesting that he could release his supporters, half of the country, to fight back against the protesters any time he wanted. This was a clear statement telling the other half of the population that they are ‘others’ now, and that he is not the Prime Minister of all the Turkish people, just half of it. 

This speech brought out not only millions more of the ‘others’ to support the ‘Gezi Solidarity’, but also many who Erdoğan believed were at home waiting for an order from him, those who believed voting does not necessarily mean giving someone the power of acting against the will of people of Turkey. 

The Turkish president Abdullah Gül made the first and only restrained statement four days into the protest, saying, “We got the message. Democracy does not only mean winning the elections.”

Meanwhile, Erdoğan continued his bullying manners and even left the country to visit Northern Africa during the protests. In his absence another government spokesman spoke what was claimed to be an apology but, in the end, was a full endorsement of PM’s speeches.

Bohomamma has not edited the following account, excluding the deletion of a repeated word or the correction of a misspelled word (two to our count ). The female protester wrote her account in English. We tip our hat – we do not know the first word of the Turkish language.

The protester who was able to get the following account of the Turkish protests to us wanted her story to be told. The protester wanted the world to understand why protesters would stand in opposition to what increasingly seems as a stand-off between protesters and Turkish police and government forces.

These are the words of a 35+ female protester in Istanbul. It is Bohomamma’s understanding, through the use of our social accounts that the Turkish government intends to raze the park in Istanbul sometime during the morning hours. Our contribution is that we would like to encourage others to stand witness to the events in Turkey; and, that we provide a platform for any video/footage or useful information, so that the protesters might be heard (and, hopefully a little safer).

Peace to all,

Shannon M. Kulik, Publisher/Editor-in-chief of Bohomamma

A Female Protester’s Account of #OccupyGezi

On 27th May 2013 at 22:00 Taksim Gezi Park attempted to be demolished to build a shopping mall in the centre of Istanbul. Bulldozers began demolishing  trees in one of the last green areas at the heart of Istanbul promptly setting off a series of peaceful demonstrations led mostly by young intellectuals and students.

The demonstrations were peaceful, with music, dance and a celebration of literature. More and more young people gathered  every day, with their tents, books and musical instruments.

On the dawn of 31th May 2013 the police attacked the protesters violently with tear gas and water cannons, burned down the tents with all the people’s personal belongings.

The police targeted the faces and people’s bodies, leaving dozens of injured.

When i heard the news and saw the images of the attacks in the media and directly from my friends who had been there, i, like many other citizens of Istanbul and Turkey,  expected a statement and apology from the authorities. Unfortunately  the Turkish Prime Minister Recep Tayyip Erdogan made a statement briefly saying that he has the votes of almost half of the population and that he will do whatever he wants to do in spite of a few looters who are making a big fuss about a few trees.

He even added he had plans to demolish the opera house, an historical monument and protected by current laws, and that he had plans to build a new one.

From that moment on the only information we received was from social media and phone calls; people were sending out distress calls and asking for help and support for the people at Taksim.

The speech of PM Erdoğan made me take my bag and go straight to Taksim, not knowing what to expect, even not knowing what to do. By the time i arrived near Taksim Square all public transportation had been stopped, metro station  closed and all other  means of transportation to  shut down.

I had taken the ferry from the Asian side to the European side, and once I landed I started walking to Taksim. The police has set up roadblocks preventing people from getting to Taksim, but as  Taksim is located at the center of a hug with many routes leading to it, I tried many different  alternate routes to get there.

The streets  leading to the square were circled by the police and the police were shooting tear gas from all  directions trying to prevent people reaching the square . Tear gas was burning my eyes and throat,  even the moment i left the ship, a great distance away.

Now, able to work my way closer to Taksim, the presence of tear gas in the general air was  unbearable. I met a friend and we were told to buy antacid syrup, mix it with water and use it to protect our eyes.

We also bought surgeons’ masks, which were the only masks we could find. We tried to reach the main pedestrian street, Istiklal St.,  leading to the square and  were surprised to see hundreds of others doing the same thing.

The media at this point was  silent about what was going on.

The police  tried to keep people away from Istiklal Road (1,4 km long pedestrian road ) by throwing tear gas to the small streets leading there. When the crowd got bigger  and bigger eventually they retreated to the square leaving the main road to the growing number of protesters.

In the early hours in the morning the police began to advance towards the protesters again and left the people no choice but escape back to the small streets.

The police  shot the tear gas horizontally inside the streets while helicopters hovered around, many people injured by the impact and others affected by the tear gas itself. The police attack continued non-stop until morning but the people refused to leave. Around 4 am we noticed that the gas has been used changed it’s quality, the antacid was no longer helping and i felt my arms going numb. As i was not able to see  and  had severe pain in my eyes, my friend took me to a pharmacy that stayed open kept to help people. They cleaned my eyes many times and also used milk which gave me a relief. 

While all this was happening in the heart of Istanbul, my parents a few hundred miles away, were kept awake worriedly awaiting news from me about what was going on since the Turkish media carried no  mention of it.

That evening, CNN Turkey’s lead stories were a  documentary on penguins and an anti-smoking campaign lead by the PM telling on the dangers of smoking and that  today was the quit-smoking day, ironically with no mention of the dangers of tear gas. 

We now learn that the Turkish government imported  21.269 million dollars of tear during the past  decade, and that during this 11 days of protests they used other chemicals (suspects of use of agent orange too)  in protests throughout Turkey. 

Featured Image: ’Woman in red’ sprayed with tear gas becomes symbol of Turkey protests, Photography Credit: Osman Orsal/Reuters.  The image has become a “symbol” of the Turkish Protests. Image chosen as one of the Top 10 Photos of the Week at Reuters Full Focus. 

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In essence, the book reminds me that words are assigned specific meanings. For example, I can say, “great” or I can say “good”: both words mean good, but great means more; great, has added meaning…additional lines of text to further the intent.

The book also speaks to simplicity in writing and I believe that by Mr. Zinnser making “Part I: Principles”; “Chapter 1: The Transaction”; and, “Chapter 2: Simplicity”, he is writing to the aspects or the ethics of writing, for which he feels most strongly.

He writes:

“Clutter is the disease of American writing. We are a society strangling in unnecessary words, circular constructions, pompous frills and meaningless jargon.”

“Who can understand the clotted language of everyday American commerce: the memo, the corporate report, the business letter, the notice from the bank explaining its latest “simplified” statement?”

Mind you, I hold a Sixth Edition-revised and updated; and, the original was published in 1976 by HarperPerennial.

Could we consider that for a moment? 1976 was a tempestuous time in our history, certainly; but, it was a also a simpler time in our homes. I assume if you had asked the average American in 1976, he or she would have said that they understood their bank statement fine…they probably had been banking with the same banker for years and handshakes were part of that business.

Reading the book again today, I couldn’t help but think this author was warning people of a harbinger of things to come, when our words are not clear; our meaning in using those words masked by our own needs or wants; our intent of utilizing those particular words hidden and manipulative; or, our inability to key in on certain words – because so many are flying at us.

Mr. Zinsser writes, “Open Walden to any page and you will find a man saying in a plain and orderly way what is on his mind.”

And, I love this … one of my favorite lines, “Clutter is the official language used by corporations to hide their mistakes. When the Digital Equipment Corporation eliminated 3,000 jobs its statement didn’t mention layoffs; those were “involuntary methodologies.” When an Air Force missile crashed, it “impacted with the ground prematurely.” When General Motors had a plant shutdown, that was a “volume-related production-schedule adjustments. Corporations that go belly-up have “a negative cash-flow position.”

I believe the paragraph encapsulates some of the problems we face today: the English language is specific to our country and our fight for democracy. Every founder was a writer and learned man. The truth is we have an enormous amount of written material which has enabled us to follow the Founding Fathers’ struggles in working through issues of democracy. To allow a King? To Deny All Kings? To Worship One God? To Welcome All?

They allowed us, through their notes and letters and books, to experience their reasons for voting this or that …

But, what they shared was specificity: their words held specific meaning.

I recently came across an article on the issue of Drones. The primary concern for those who are opposing the use of drones in our airspace (or other airspaces) is that our government is prohibited by our Constitution from spying on its people; targeting its citizenry for killing; illegal search and seizures; and, is barred from trying American citizens behind closed doors.

Some may argue, “why is that a problem? Aren’t airplanes in our skies? Is there a difference?”

There is .. an airplane’s purpose is to remain in the sky – away from anything that can slow its path; a drone hovers; it engages people on the ground. A plane is not equipped with technology and bombs that enable it to strike a target on the ground; drones are.

Some might say, “these are the times we live. Drones will gather important security information to help protect us from attacks like those of September 11th.”

Maybe. But there is growing reason to believe that our government’s policies concerning the Middle East, led us to September 11th in the first place.

For the record: I am patriotic; for the record, a fireman saved someone in my life that day; for the record, I drove and picked up New Yorkers to get them to another area of town…. It was not a good day for the people of New York. Many of us saw bodies falling from the sky. Most everyone knew someone lost. We are connected – this great city.

That first building was tough – there was a moment where I think many of us knew what it was, but were hoping it was something else.

The minute plane two hit, the city lit up – every part of our city started to move. Some away from the site; others toward it.

Somehow, a government that may have led us there took that day and decided to wage a war against a country which had not offended our national security; and, another country whereby fanatics had based themselves. We too – this great country – have fanatics. One of my generation’s first introductions to terrorism was Oklahoma. That event was “home grown” – Americans unhappy with their government and willing to kill to make their point known to a larger audience. 

I’d say that after our wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, we’re more than even: if one were to count kill for kill, the U.S. is ahead. 

“Targeted killing” implies one bad guy (maybe, a few more); and, one hit. Drones are not “targeted killing”, because my understanding in the reports and number dead, is that drones are not capable of ruling out citizen assassinations; and, by citizens, I mean “innocents”.

Yes, there are a lot of bad guys out there. What to do?

I say, the most effective tool our democracy has ever held, was its ability to utilize our language – the English language – to communicate our true intent.

I think, if others are not doing the same; it is within our multiple rights, to speak our truth to the same.

The difference between where our country is now and where it was during its fight for Independence, is that we have tools to educate ourselves. If I have a question about how many civilians have been assassinated by drones, I can find an answer.

There are free encyclopedias - Wikipedia is a gold-mine in terms of its contribution to our past and present history. 

Who reads Bohomamma? Kids, middle-America, urban youth, politicians (or, their funny staff)…

That’s what we wanted. We wanted people here or at least people open to hearing each other.

It is a good book, “On Writing Well” and if anyone wants to jump into writing and speak about their ideas on important issues of our times, I think the book a good first place to begin.

Featured Image: Walden via Wikiquote, “When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built myself, on the shore of Walden Pond.”

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My first trip abroad was to Nicaragua, a country that had seen its share: there had been a quake; the country entered a period of war; and, by the time I arrived, its people were desperate for jolly. The kids wanted to touch “blonde hair” (I know … we were hours from Managua, maybe that had something to do with it); my official title was that of photographer, but I think I was just blessed to have friends make room for me; I saw good doctors (in the OR with tools for cars) restore smiles and sight; and, I saw men with homemade legs to help them scoot about. These people walked for hours to get where we were. Some, stood outside in lines long as long can be to see us. And, all I wanted to do was talk and take their pictures. Sun poison… it started there.

But, what fascinated me was the stories they told in the signs and the graffiti and the Coca-Cola shirt they wore, after some AID organization had gotten it to their door. The words – it was all there; the hope; the fear; the installation of politicians as god-like; and, consumerism (kids had water and kids had cola; adults, water, cola and beer). When I visited there were two tall buildings – one an International hotel and the other a government building.

We could walk through these abandoned properties and see rocks as tall as my knees, where homes once stood. They still had homes, but most of the ones I saw had metal coverings and one room. Chickens … Roosters … A site. But, still they smiled and looked for the smiles of others.

After a bit of a manic Tweet spree, during which time I mouthed off at anyone who offended me, my God, my rights, I decided to seek safer shelter: I traveled to Bohomamma’s Google Page, where I (personally) follow communities as diverse as Tech; Social; The Jesus Daily Quote; Space; Frontiers. Google place is a trip, as the acid loving high schoolers used to say; but, I think what Google does best is to remind all social networks and communities – across Facebook, Twitter and others – of the true possibilities of community. 

I do not know what happened, but the experience of visiting Google for the first time was seamless; and, then I realized that my entire trip on the Internet could be as well. That’s kind of it (for anyone who follow us or our small community). 

Street Photography by Mohamed ADBELRAZEK

I don’t know how this particular photographers work entered my stream (still confused there), but it did. I kept looking at his work and I kept thinking, “Qatar, is that a good place or a bad place?” I could have looked it up – the search box is right in front of my nose; but, I didn’t want to know what anyone else had to say on the subject. This photographer’s work told me what I needed to know. Anyone, who produces this type of photography – who highlights the glow – is good; comes from good; and, wants to share good with others. 

He is fantastic. I love his photographs – all of them. His two photographs of ‘The Jokers’ (possible title) “in Doha, Qatar during events in Kidney national day in Qatar” remind me of home; and, the parades in the tradition of Joe Cain (he’s buried there). 

What goes around, comes around … 

The work of Mohamed ABDELRAZEK, Mansura University, Doho, QATAR. On Google+. 

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The discussion regarding “The right kind and wrong time of nanny…”;

Sodomy “costs a lot more…”;

In favor of stop and frisk (her position on guns in schools?)

“As you know, I want to use drones for stop and frisk….”

YouTube Video via Michael Savage for Prez.

Image: The Seven Chakras Reinterpreted via Piccsy.

I do a lot of things for a lot of people; and, the only ones in my life giving me a break in that regard, are my children.

If you asked – and, if you asked a lot of women – we know that between the ages of birth to at least five or six years of age, children do better with mothers at their side.

As a mom, my job is to create a child who says, “Mom…I’m okay, leave me alone.” But, it takes a while to instill confidence in that step into the world. It’s work. It’s reading patterns in children and sensing when they need help and where and why. Women, in my opinion, tend to be more sensitive and especially with children. The role of the majority of women in this world is to balance the negative.

Children need: and, while there is lot of argument about nannies and what have you; and, we have many great ones whom add to our life; I can tell you that it’s me who gets the job of creating a good man and good woman. I like the role. I believe I have good values and I believe my children will contribute to the lives of others, if I am able to instill me in them.

Even with all of our financial blessings, which has allowed us to get help organizing and managing our lives, the burden of that work is on my shoulders. It’s work and if a woman allows, it will pull her to her knees crying out to something or someone for a break. You know you’ve been there. It is crying in order to pull one’s self together, to get the strength to do it again another day.

Reality: women not only want to work, we have to with the state of the economy today. We are required to do so. And, in return, we can expect to be paid less (that’s wrong) for the same work; we can be expected to create good boys and girls; we can be asked to keep our husbands pleasured because our time stamp is nearing; or, we can say no.

I say no.

I’m done living like this.

Our politicians have driven our countries into wars; have dragged us into a debt so deep that we have to decide (and, yes – it is a decision we make together) between helping a kid get a book or building a stealth paper machine that will wipe an entire neighborhood and barely leave a trace.

Am I scared after writing that statement? Yes. Twitter – the corporation – only added to the fear. If Twitter – a communicator of ideas doesn’t have my back – I’ll find another company who will.

I think there are lot of people like me and I think the companies that allow people like me to gather, will do well, because people like me return favors.

Our country and the state it is in affects me in such a away that I want to do something.

I am ornery: I take a bit of pride in that; but, whether you believe in God, science or the randomness of life, something made me this way. People think I shouldn’t be the type (and, I don’t think I necessarily look the type), but it is who I am. I also believe myself to be a lady and most ladies don’t really care if you agree or not.

When I see injustice, I tend to want to go head first wherever there is flame. That’s a fact: I once ran into a burning building to grab a couple of kids, who were stuck at the top of a staircase because their older, Asian (?) father couldn’t organize thoughts fast enough to figure out where he needed to go to keep his children safe. My husband tells this story one way; but, when I think about that night, I didn’t think they were in danger, I just thought, “it’s my job”. I have children now and I am not certain if I would do it again, but I suspect I might; and, that’s another issue that trips me up.

My son, once heard me take down a nanny who popped a balloon of her charge, because the three-year old, whom was out at 7:00 p.m. at night on a cold night, wouldn’t stop crying.

I didn’t apologize to my son for my behavior. I told him I expected the same from him, when he was older.

And, so…I’m sitting in my bed reading tweets: and, it’s nasty stuff. It’s men who shame rape victims, because the victim uses Twitter to find her support and to share her voice.

It’s people whom are obsessed with pushing their party or their individual goal through the party, finding women on Twitter and posting notes about their being fat or their being ugly.

Enter…the bull.

I wanted to see what would happen if I pushed back against that…and, the further I went, the harder I laughed. I got reactions and I probably got the reactions I wanted.

I wanted someone to stand up to the bullies.

I am not the type who hits below the belt: my methods are much effective. I find, when dealing with the bullies, the best approach is to say it like it is. The truth here is I enjoy watching the response: my particular skill – I think – is to notice in bullies what they try to hide from the rest of us. My particular pleasure? Reminding them that I know this fact about them.

Tell me I’m crazy: there is still truth in the fact.

I plan to create a gallery of the social networking sites and other – highlight our front pages there – of the smiling faces who’ve joined us places elsewhere from Twitter.

I also like data – patterns in behavior and in numbers: so, as I go on my merry little way, slaying bullies or addressing issues of importance to me, I noticed a lot:

I noticed my follower number being 600 one moment; and, 599 another.

I noticed I was DM messages to followers and they weren’t getting them.

I noticed that some followers weren’t getting my messages at all.

I noticed a lot of porn accounts clicking in (irony here – we should talk).

@Bohomamma was mentioned in a rape forum and criticized by a clever little troll named ‘misspell’?

The funny thing here – the name of the account may have been a direct message to me, because if you follow me or Bohommma, you know my hands are bit faster than my thoughts and it’s tangled…but, I am in a hurry and I press send. It is sensitive area for me. Not, because I don’t believe in my intelligence, but because the troll is correct. I should not have sent the post or the e-mail without taking the time to spell-check.

So, what kind of man tracks rape victims or survivors of sexual abuse on Twitter, so that he can silence their voice? You know. Now what? 

Truth is…most of the time, I can find myself to a correctly spelled word. Most of the time, trolls cannot. Spell-check equals the imbalance of smarts, in favor of the troll.

So, our @Bohomamma account was shut down for harassment or something (I really have not had the time to look over everything). And, interestingly enough, my private Twitter account was also closed. I do not use my private account for anything. It was created when I was playing with Twitter and discovering how it worked best.

It doesn’t work: There are a lot of people posting information, but not many reading the stories they favorite. Brands know, because URL shorteners and such, track which articles were clicked.

Every interaction on Bohomamma’s Facebook is recorded for my review because as a brand, it’s my job to know with whom I am speaking and why. The exchange is that I can tailor the our content to your likes. There isn’t a nefarious aspect, when I use the tool. Wth others?

Why were my accounts closed?

Why was my private account suspended, when that account has no record of my kicking a bully’s ass, during a crying spree, when I just decided my voice should be heard?

I thought at first, the issue involved free speech. Was this a impeachment against my right to say what I thought?

I don’t name call  - the other guys do. Let’s remember how harsh and brutal the attack on Sandra Fluke. If any woman thinks she could have withstood that barrage of shit that was thrown in her face, without an army of women rising up and calling game. I refuse.

I absolutely refuse to allow this filth into my life anymore.

Ooops…there she goes. She must be crazy.

No. I think crazy is allowing a bunch of overpaid, overstuffed, ego-centric men to bang and pound a woman who said, “this is my story.”

I’m a little nervous about saying all of this.

But you know what…it gave me an idea: Bohomamma is a magazine. We were an Honoree in lifestyle websites in 2012. No big deal to many: but, a big deal to a mom who spends all of her time with her children; and, also all of her time with the daily tasks of life.

I think it is a freedom of press issue. That’s a bigger deal to me.

I don’t know a lot, but I have studied some, and I don’t think Twitter gets that right.

I’m okay never having another Twitter account again. After all, it’s hard for a woman, who is building a business, to be bombarded with “women” (probably a man/hidden behind a stock photo) selling their sexual services to me. Facebook is my tool, because they do not allow it…it’s a line and if anyone has crossed it on that site, I haven’t seen it.

Think about it…I don’t believe that the constant bombardment of our culture of women selling themselves is good for our moral worth. I  am not arguing the point: I am stating my fact.

I feel exposed. I worry how far this could go. There are many scary trolls in this world and they like to look at my stuff…little old me.

But I tell you what? I also like the challenge. I don’t want to end up in jail or something, but I don’t think I did anything “wrong”.

I’m laughing really…

The reason our accounts were so effectively suspended (causing me work that I’m not sure has been corrected) is because I like to play in all areas of media. I like music. I think music is a safe to get a point across; add a picture – things become clearer; add, a video..I’m drawing you a map; create fun and group of people who like to honor each other, slay dragons and rule the world…

I think it is Google…and, Facebook and I’ll have a list.

Someone has to have my back on this. I have children and I think they need me.

I am an Aries after all. Blame it on the stars.

And for the record: I do believe that Rush Limbaugh should remove himself from our airwaves (there is law there). I do believe Ann Coulter sells out the sisterhood. Is that freedom of speech? I’ve heard wor

se from their mouths. If you don’t know, follow a couple of accounts (we’ll update), such as #UniteBlue or #VAWA

We found this soundtrack magical, as we cozied on our bed with our Snuggle turtle – stars float across the sky.

My children are not getting my attention right now. As a mother, that really hurts me.

I’m going to stop for a bit because she wants me to play tea.