A President Grapples For His Favorite Books

By KANI XULAM 20/1/2014 “A man cannot be comfortable without his own approval.” —Mark Twain, What Is Man? Turkish President Abdullah Gul grappled mightily with Mark Twain’s tricky dilemma when a military cadet dropped him a hot-potato question after he addressed...

Turkish Iron Kettles and Kurdish Clay Pots

By KANI XULAM 6/1/2014 “If you can’t explain it to a six-year-old, you don’t understand it yourself,” said Albert Einstein once famously. It is what crosses my mind after Janet Biehl asks me to review a German book she has translated into English, Democratic Autonomy...

A Cocktail Called Money and Politics

By KANI XULAM December and bad news come together in Turkey. Two years ago, it was the Turkish planes that bombed a caravan of Kurdish villagers in the mountains of Kurdistan. 34 innocent Kurds met their violent end. In fact, when the scene of carnage was visited,...

Of Turkish Pianos and Kurdish Drums

By Kani Xulam “To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.” — Elie Wiesel, Nazi concentration camp survivor I wish Nobel laureate Orhan Pamuk had clutched those arresting words of someone who had suffered unspeakable horrors to his heart...

Welcome to the “Age of Rudeness!”

By KANI XULAM “When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.” –William Shakespeare, King Lear That quotation from the Great Bard came to mind while watching a historic meeting in my Kurdish hometown of Amed between Sivan Perwer, king of...