Mobilizing Pity: Iranian Women on the Long Road to Azadi Stadium

Women in Attendance at Iran's World Cup Qualifying Match against Cambodia in Azadi Stadium. Image from MOJ News Agency via Wikimedia Commons. Women in Attendance at Iran's World Cup Qualifying Match against Cambodia in Azadi Stadium. Image from MOJ News Agency via Wikimedia Commons.

Mobilizing Pity: Iranian Women on the Long Road to Azadi Stadium

By : Nazanin Shahrokni and Spyros A. Sofos

On 9 September 2019, Sahar Khodayari (later nicknamed the Blue Girl in a nod to the colors of her favorite soccer team) was unexpectedly hurled into the limelight. Sahar died in a hospital after setting herself on fire outside a courthouse in Tehran. For activists opposing Iran’s infamous ban on women entering soccer stadiums, on the grounds that it is religiously unacceptable and renders them vulnerable to physical and verbal abuse, she was a victim of state policy. Six months prior, in March 2019, Sahar, dressed as a man, had attempted to enter Azadi Stadium to watch a match of Asian Football Confederation Champions League between the United Arab Emirates team al-Ain and her favorite Iranian team Esteghlal (meaning independence) at Azadi (meaning freedom). She was (reportedly) identified, detained, and subsequently released—but was told she had to appear in court at a later date. No one knows what precisely transpired between her initial detention in March and her death in September. In fact, there was no media attention until after a picture of her charred body went viral. What brought her to the courthouse that Monday in September is not clear either.

Almost immediately after the news of her death broke, the gruesome details made international headlines, circulating ad nauseam on Twitter and other social media platforms. Iranian celebrities issued statements expressing sympathy and regret. These include film director Jafar Panahi, several Iranian actors and actresses, and the captain of Iran’s national soccer team, Masoud Shojaei. A few members of the Iranian parliament, mainly from reformist factions, joined such voices. Eventually, Masoumeh Ebtekar, the vice-president for women and family affairs, asked the judiciary to investigate Khodayari’s tragic death.

A disparate list of international characters voicing pity and concern soon developed. One set came from international sports icons. These include FIFA’s 2019 Best Women Player Megan Rapinoe and former English professional soccer player Gary Lineker. Soccer clubs like Chelsea, Barcelona, and AS Roma called for action in Sahar’s memory. In addition, members of the exiled pre-1979 Iranian royal family, Reza and Farah Pahlavi, issued statements. So too did Amnesty International and the US State Department.

Sahar’s icon was vague and open enough that it could be claimed by radically different constituencies. Her charred body was both a divider, reaffirming established lines of fissures in Iranian politics, and a bridge, allowing various actors inside and beyond Iran’s borders to come together, however temporarily. Our intention here is not to reproduce existing debates pertaining to Sahar’s death: whether or not it was premeditated or impulsive; whether or not she had a history of suicide attempts; if her relationship with her family was ridden with tensions; if it was an act of defiance or defeat. Instead, we are interested in how Sahar’s death was mobilized and repurposed. Our aim is to situate this death in broader political currents.

Before the recent reversal, Iranian women had long been banned—and still are—from spectatorship in a number of sports. Taking our cue from Sahar’s case and its connection to the ban, we locate Sahar at the epicenter of what we call a "politics of pity." We argue that the mediatization of Sahar’s death, its transformation into a spectacle, had the effect of bringing the spectator closer to the tragic death of the Blue Girl. What is more, this closeness, engaged the affective potential of the spectator/onlooker, mobilizing it towards action by feminist activists and oppositional groups abroad with the aim of delegitimizing the Iranian state. Our intent, in what follows, is to unpack aspects of the logic that underpins a “politics of pity”—a logic that, we argue, is based on abstraction, generalization and, ultimately, a process of multiple erasures and forgotten histories, individual and collective alike.

The Making of An Icon: The Blue Girl


Gathering information on who Sahar was not as straightforward as one might imagine. Accounts of why she was in the court on the fateful day of her self-immolation diverge considerably. According to some, Sahar went to the courthouse to retrieve her confiscated mobile phone. According to others, she was summoned to appear in court on 2 September. When she arrived, she was allegedly told she could expect up to six months in prison. The charges she was facing are also unclear. Most media reports and social media accounts focus on charges for ”appearing in public without a hijab,”  while others add "resisting arrest" or "insulting officials." News outlets failed to agree on other details such as her education, with the Guardian suggesting she had a degree in computer science while the Daily Mail awarded her two bachelor degrees in computing and languages. The cacophony surrounding the circumstances of her arrest and death was only reinforced by late and reluctant statements from Iranian authorities. A hastily produced report on the notorious 8.30 News, a Channel Two news program of the Islamic Republic Broadcasting, followed. It developed a conspiracy theory about the events.

As news of Sahar’s death spread, the profile of the ubiquitous Blue Girl remained unclear. She was a faceless individual. Different photographs circulated. Some likenesses were reclaimed by their actual owners, others were not, until, finally, the media put a face to her identity. Sahar Khodayari was a single, unemployed, twenty-nine-year-old woman, originally from a provincial town in Chaharmahal and Bakhtiari, one of the least developed provinces in southwestern Iran. She held a bachelor’s degree and lived with her working-class family in Qom, one of the holy cities in Iran. To this information, her family eventually added a few more pieces. They drew attention to her mental health problems, specifically a bipolar disorder for which she had ceased taking medication.

Although an excess of information eventually became available, the history of Sahar as it was told by the main framing actors—feminist activists and diverse oppositional groups out of Iran, as well as state-sanctioned actors—is abstract and decontextualized. She is robbed of her personal history. Her life is reduced to her frustration with the stadium ban and, ultimately, depending on the narrator, her "revolt against a cruel state," to her "becoming an instrument for exerting pressure on Iran," or to "a lost battle against bipolar disorder." From the little that we now know about the Blue Girl, we can piece together a much more complex and multidimensional history. Accordingly, we must situate Sahar at the intersection of multiple axes of inequality and grievances, the understanding of which requires a deeper grasp of the shifting socio-political landscape in Iran. Iranian society has featured a rise the average age of marriage, yet where not being married at her age still constitutes a stigma. Unemployment rates are high, particularly for women coming from peripheral provinces permeated by social conservatism. All these dynamics while confronting mental health problems in the context of a restrictive family. Sahar found herself caught in a web of societal and familial constraints and deprivations.

The terrified or defiant soccer fan she became that Monday in September was the effect of an assemblage of differences, of manifold hierarchies and axes of domination. Post-humous representations of Sahar have largely suppressed and dissimulated these assemblages. The state’s moral sanctions and constraints are coupled with and reinforced by family structures. Sahar’s father’s statements shed light: “It was wrong of her to go to the stadium . . . It is not appropriate for women to go to stadiums.” “It is a crime,” he added, situating her actions outside established morality and legality. “I never stopped her from watching soccer on television at home.”

A death reduced to a #hashtag, a frail body instrumentalized in the battle fought between different actors inside and outside of Iran, can be fertile ground for a movement. It also has the potential to erase individual and collective histories of suffering and struggle, to render the gains of Iran’s women in the pursuit of attaining citizenship and recognition a shallow, pyrrhic victory.

For most of her time in the limelight, Sahar’s story was replete with conflicting, contradictory, and missing elements. But that did not matter. Her tragic, hard-to-discern, silhouette, stuck between private, public, and state-sanctioned patriarchy, her aspirations and anxieties, her last thoughts as she set herself on fire did not matter. None of that mattered as long as she embodied a single, fixed, one-dimensional story, uncritically picked up and repeated by media outlets.

The generalizations and dissimulations of other facets of Sahar’s life and personality are part and parcel of a reductionist framing not uncommon in social movement activism. They are also not uncommon in situations of political polarization. These include Iranian politics or public spaces sustained through social media platforms. Nevertheless, we must remain vigilant. Reducing complex human beings or situations to a single narrative can enable those who have the power over-representation to secure their knowledge claims by suppressing the voices of those who do not. A death reduced to a #hashtag, a frail body instrumentalized in the battle fought between different actors inside and outside of Iran, can be fertile ground for a movement. It also has the potential to erase individual and collective histories of suffering and struggle, to render the gains of Iran’s women in the pursuit of attaining citizenship and recognition a shallow, pyrrhic victory.

Mobilizing Pity: Rage Against the State


Despite the confused accounts of her death, a simple, coherent, powerful, single-cause story about Sahar became dominant. The powerful and tragic composite image made of her charred body and her smiling face, her piercing gaze as if inviting a dialogue with the viewer, underpinned dominant narratives around her death. The materiality of Sahar’s charred body on a hospital bed sets in motion a "politics of pity." Such politics mobilize sympathy toward a sense of injustice, a victim and a perpetrator, a visual invocation of responsibility on the part of the onlooker to protect and rescue the endangered female body. Sahar’s case (just as other cases before her) has become a banner for a broader cause, and a potent one at that given her horrific death: the protection of "all" Iranian women from a cruel, masculinist state. Women are pitted against the state as a unified coherent entity, such that any possibility of engagement with the state or working through it is shut out. And that is exactly the intent: to make it seem as if change is only possible through pressure from outside, as Masih Alinejad, the US-based founder of the #WhiteWednesdays and an employee of the Voice of America, claims.

Sahar’s image was encoded with the aid of statements aiming to turn pity for her into a more "active" emotion, that of rage against the state. Rage, in turn, was conducive to a binary definition of the situation, an "us against them" mentality. It privileged a moral hierarchy among different discursive positions, legitimizing those who justify foreign and international pressure and intervention, or the boycotting of Iranian sports in the absence of other effective measures, and delegitimizing those who (seek to) take more complex positions and articulate a critique of over-reliance on external pressure.

The construction of icons and the appropriation of women’s dead bodies in the Iranian context are not without precedent. The most notable case is Neda Agha Soltan, a twenty-six-year-old philosophy student who was shot dead during the 2009 election protests. Like Sahar’s death, the video footage of Neda’s last moments contributed to the polarization of Iran’s body politic and met state allegations that, what the opposition called a "death on stage," was actually "a staged death." Similar ambiguities surrounded Agha Soltan’s identity, and competing narratives were deployed around the circumstances of her death. In both cases, the dead bodies of women and the pity they inspired were mobilized by groups that rallied against a state with a history of restrictive policies towards women. Meanwhile, the state itself tried to ascribe to their bodies alternate meanings or to divest them of any meaning altogether.

The transformation of passive feelings of sorrow and pity into a call to action is by no means an Iranian novelty. In December 2010, Mohamed Bouazizi, a Tunisian street vendor who set himself on fire, became a symbol for an unprecedented mobilization of rage. The initial pity at the news of his death helped unleash rage against a host of different autocratic regimes in disparate Arab countries. It was allegedly a catalyst for the Tunisian Revolution and the wider so-called “Arab Spring”—a term that, however evocative, has the potential of dissimulating the specificities and social dynamics of each of the uprisings as well as the complex interconnections between them. There are some similarities between the deaths of the Iranian “girl” and the Tunisian “man.” Yet the dominant accounts of Bouazizi’s self-immolation mainly revolved around a lifetime of economic deprivation and, ultimately, his inability to feed his family of seven. Not only had he failed as a “breadwinner,” he had also been subjected to humiliation by a female municipal official and her aides who confiscated his goods. It is this difference that highlights the gendered dimension of the politics of pity; pity is mobilized in gendered ways.

As suggested above, the majority of reactions to such hyper-mediatized deaths evince a transformative move from pity to rage. In the case of Sahar, this rage was directed against the state that insisted on the ban and provided fertile ground for a call to action. In a statement on the occasion of the Iranian national team victory in their 10 September qualifier against Hong Kong, Shojaei, a vocal advocate of lifting the stadium ban, described their success as "the most bitter and saddest win of the national team" and added a call-to-action against the state: "Shame on me for not having been able to do anything and shame on those who took away the most obvious right from Sahar and all Sahars."

Amnesty International’s Middle East and North Africa Research and Advocacy Director Philip Luther also intoned a call to action against the Iranian state: "What happened to Sahar Khodayari is heart-breaking and exposes the impact of the Iranian authorities’ appalling contempt for women’s rights in the country . . . Amnesty International believes that Sahar Khodayari would still be alive if it were not for this draconian ban and the subsequent trauma of her arrest, detention and prosecution for attempting to circumvent it. Her death must not be in vain.” The call for decisive action against the state is most exemplified in an interview given by Alinejad, who suggested that a fist was necessary for the state to open the stadium door to women, an assertion reiterated by the Trump administration’s US special representative for Iran, Brian Hook: ”This is another example where pressure works . . . with this regime . . . We saw that with FIFA, and we believe that our approach [a campaign of ’maximum pressure’ on Iran] is also going to help us accomplish our objectives.”

Sahar Khodayari sat on the margins of these competitions for power. Like Mohamed Bouazizi and Neda Agha Soltan, Sahar could not speak with her own voice. Her intentions, even her dead body, were appropriated and reassigned meaning by various actors. In their attempt to attain hegemony, the social forces who rallied around Sahar’s "cause" adopted an idiom often associated with the state. It was replete with references to martyrdom and its recourse to a mythology of resistance and struggle. Sahar and Neda become important not because of the lives they lived but as silent corpses repurposed as willing martyrs in the interests of challenging the Islamic Republic—just as the Islamic Republic itself appropriated the deaths of revolutionaries as well as combatants and civilians in the eight-year Iraq war.

Erasures: Forty Years at the Stadium Gates

As the dust settled, Iran’s government started taking steps towards satisfying demands by FIFA and other international organizations. On 10 October, on the occasion of the World Cup qualifying match between Iran and Cambodia, the doors of Azadi stadium opened for women (although it is uncertain if this is a temporary or partial move), marking a historical achievement. The jubilant faces of women soccer fans prominently featured on various media outlets, this happy face of Iran, is cause for celebration. Yet, it is also a reminder of the unnecessarily long journey that women have taken to go through these doors. As we celebrate this "iconic" moment, we should remember that marking moments as "iconic" is a process that involves the erasure of moments past, a process of muting them, and relegating them to insignificance. It is exactly this past that we wish to address below. If not inside, women have steadfastly stood at the stadium gates for several decades and the current jubilation has, at best, sidelined this fact.

Some have been quick to applaud FIFA for its firm stance on women’s access to stadiums in Iran and used it as an example of successful foreign pressure. This despite a forty-year-long history of ambivalence, or even of inactivity and indifference on the part of the organization and other international actors who now claim a share of the victory. FIFA, itself marred by corruption scandals and steeped in notoriety for the shady deals of its officials with government entities and sports organizations, has used the opportunity afforded to it to expunge accusations of past indifference and masculinist bias levelled against it. On 19 September, FIFA experts visited Tehran to discuss measures designed to allow women in Iran to attend soccer matches and issued a statement reiterating its position: "women have to be allowed into soccer stadiums in Iran. For all soccer matches." The allocation of a mere 3,500 out of a total of approximately 80,000 seats for female spectators could be claimed as a rare "win" for FIFA and a rare "win" for the Rouhani administration.  

Yet, for the most part, the international organization had pursued a policy of compromise and turned a blind eye to the marginalization of women in Iranian sports. Verbal bravado had never been matched with decisive action, despite the fact that its own rules state that discrimination on grounds of gender is punishable, either by the expulsion or suspension of a federation. In the past, the organization matched its cosmetic support for women’s access to soccer stadiums with an attitude of indifference towards their cause. Instead of facilitating women’s soccer, it had banned the women’s team of Iran for wearing uniforms designed to "protect their modesty," precluding their participation in international competitions and thus punishing them for the biases of a state that restricts and polices their bodies.

The open gates of the stadium already set a valuable precedent. That Iranian women managed to overcome such a symbolic as well as material obstacle cannot be underestimated. That said, this latest episode in women’s quest for equity and recognition should be read alongside past struggles as part of a lineage of collective action. Almost two decades before Blue Girl become an icon of defiance, a group of activists stood at the stadium gates demanding a place for women. During the final years of Mohammad Khatami’s reformist administration (1997–2005), the scattered objections of a few feminist journalists gave rise to a small but organized campaign known as the White Scarf Girls. This campaign marked the first grassroots stance against the stadium ban. Their inaugural concerted action took place before the 2005 World Cup qualifying match with Bahrain during which the White Scarf Girls demanded “half of freedom for women.” Their persistent presence at the gates and their resolution to make their voice heard led then-president Khatami to instruct the officials of Azadi Stadium to let them in during the second half of the match. As far as the broader public was concerned, the White Scarf Girls ushered into the domain of visibility a hitherto unimportant issue.

Their success was admittedly partial. Despite the visibility of their action, they only managed to mobilize a crowd of around sixty activists. Their broader strategy involved engaging with the state and attempting to ally themselves with the reformist faction within it, which had, at times, harbored links to various activists, civil society organizations and groups in order to reflect and amplify their demands. This strategy alluded to the White Scarf Girls’ belief that genuine change had to involve a movement in dialogue, and not just confrontation with the state, in the first instance. At the same time, the White Scarf Girls addressed both FIFA and the AFC, imploring them to use their influence to put an end to gender discrimination. In an open letter, they requested that international sport organizations step in to terminate “gender discrimination” and to “protect Iranian women’s rights.” Their pleas went unheeded.

The White Scarf Girls, and subsequent campaigns such as @openstadiums, along with individual initiatives such as a 240,000-signature petition to FIFA started by Maryam Shojaei, were instrumental in highlighting the absurdity of the ban and women’s exclusion from the public domain. But perhaps a more important reason to not forget their mobilization and other even less successful examples can be found in their failure to consolidate and expand their momentary breakthrough. In their inability to build a movement with a mass following, one that cuts across class and regional divides, we see echoes of the precarious and concessional opening of the gates of Azadi stadium following Sahar’s death.

We must historicize the interaction between women and the state regarding the ban, as well as the broader societal and cultural barriers, intrastate divides and international dynamics that have contributed to the longevity of the exclusion of women from sports spectatorship over the long forty years that Iranian women have been left out in the cold. Without underestimating the symbolic role of Sahar’s death, any sustainable and meaningful advance in the struggle of women’s rights cannot be premised on the radiance of accidental or unwitting heroines, or on the benevolence of international patrons. We must root current struggles in a genealogy of resistance, an invaluable history of successes–and of precautionary failures.

Occupy Gezi as Politics of the Body

Since the Gezi resistance started with bloodshed on 31 May, it has had an “anti-depressant” effect, as a friend of mine puts it, as much as it has been nerve-racking. During this period where each day has been prone to new crises and normalcy was completely disrupted, we simultaneously experienced the peaks of ecstasy and the depths of sorrow.

Analyzing such an intense event naturally requires taking some distance. Pending systematization, however, the vivid memory of each day impels one to put on paper multifarious ideas that resonate well with the resistance. Each morning, many bodies with sleep deprived eyes wake up in Istanbul, Ankara, Antakya, Urfa, and Denizli to take to the streets once again, after having quickly checked the latest news in the social media. They are astonished and impressed that they can still walk, run, stand up, and carry provisions for those in the parks. Exhausted bodies rejuvenate with every new threat that the government utters, and with thousands, tens of thousands of others they begin flowing to Taksim, Kızılay, Kuğulu Park, Gündoğdu, Abbasoğlu, and Yeniköy Park carrying home-made gas masks, swimmer goggles, anti-acid solutions, and whistles.

No one does or can govern these bodies. The masses that gather in public spaces are not formed by virtue of transferring tax money into the wallets of partisans. No one provides shuttle buses for them; no one gives them flags, or feeds them with sandwiches. No one assigns them the slogans they shout out during the demonstrations. Bodies that take heart from knowing that they are not alone do not count, or count on, numbers to meet with others in communal or virtual spaces. One standing man suffices for thousands of others to take to the streets. After all, “one” is also a number…

The government, whose tactlessness prompts these resisting and standing bodies to convene again and again every single day, could not have missed the significance of this body politics. These bodies naturally do have a language, even a few languages that are at times congruent and at others incongruent; however, as a whole, they constitute a politics of the body. The rage and dreams that have been embodied in tweets and graffiti since 31 May turn into material realities through the physical existence, visibility, and endurance of the bodies. If history is being rewritten, then its subject is the body.

Four of these bodies lost their lives during this war that the government has waged on society. Thousands of bodies have been beaten up: some lost their eyes, some received irretrievable injuries. Skins were burnt under the water from the cannons, “laced” with chemicals for maximum harm; lungs were choked with tear gas. Pounded arms, legs, and heads got crushed and broken. The long-term effects of the tons of chemicals dumped on bodies are still unknown. What is known, however, is that these chemicals killed hundreds of cats, dogs, and birds, and that they did harm to countless insects, butterflies, and other smaller organisms.

The apparatuses of the state, and the vehicles of death that responded to Gezi’s politics of the body, attempted to imitate the life force that they failed to extort. In response to the huge numbers that filled the parks and squares and astonished everyone without exception, they hoped to gather partisans together in scripted rallies. They began comparing head counts; they calculated representative percentages. When the calculations did not match, they increased the number of police in body armor and helmets and moved them from protest to protest. They built walls of flesh and steel against the wave of resisting flesh. When that did not work, they offered these bodies—which have been in contact with each other physically and virtually through meetings, banners, and tweets—a mise en scène of dialogue, the conditions of which were more or less already determined. They could not even wait for this attempt to yield fruit; two warnings and a command were enough to launch an assault to remove the bodies that produced an alternative sociability from the park, from the space in which physical resistance could be transformed into a life style. They freed the public space of the public. They collected all the banners, pictures, and colors one by one to erase them from social memory. They stripped all the trees, each dedicated to victims of state violence; they appropriated the barricades that were named after tens of people who had undergone physical and psychological torture, and they tore them to tatters. They destroyed the efforts to keep alive the memories of Fikret Encü, who was a victim of Roboski; Metin Göktepe, who was tortured and killed in detention; Dicle Koğacoğlu, who could not take all the sorrow inherent in this society any more; and the Surp Hagop Armenian Cemetery, which was destroyed by Turkish racism.

The only thing that remains is a politics of the body—but the bodies that produce this politics differ from what Giorgio Agamben calls “bare life.” They are not “mere” bodies that the arbitrary will of a sovereign can isolate from society, oppress unceremoniously, or push to the margins of the symbolic world. Rather, they evoke what Ernst Bloch calls “the upright man,” the collective Prometheus. Bloch writes:

Nothing is more fortifying than the call to begin from the beginning. It is youthful as long as it is; to it there belongs a young and aspiring class. It is innocent of the bad things that have happened, for it has never had a real opportunity to be guilty. When this happens, justice has the effect of a morning; it opposes itself to that eternal sickness which was handed down before it. Beginning anew is freshness through and through; it is a first if it appears completely ahistorical, and if it seems to lead back to the beginning of history….It carries the image of the pastoral mood, of the shepherd, of the simple and upright man; one can play with it even in the dark.[1]

Gezi is the struggle of disorderly bodies, those who do not have any dispositif other than their own bodies, against the death machines. If the machines are regulatory instances that follow commands and extort public spaces of mobility with force and violence, then the force they face is the resistance of life itself. Life flourishes at the most unexpected moments and places, just like weeds that crack the concrete and spring out of it. No apparatus of the state can succeed in dominating life absolutely.

The state seeks order; it can control only those whom it orders. It cannot cope with the demand of "freedom"; it has to ask questions such as “freedom for whom,” “freedom for what,” or “freedom under what circumstances” in order to tuck freedom into neat boxes. Order draws borders, fixes identities, and defines. It attempts to establish a hierarchy. By telling parents to take their daughters and sons home from the park, it both brands the resisting bodies as "children" and tries to trigger into action the nucleus of society: family. Through its rhetoric of security, it attributes the risks of its own making to the resisting bodies. It hangs its own flag or banner on the bodies that it prefers knocking down rather than protecting. It punishes those who do not obey; it uses punishment as retaliation. It operates through censorship, threats, and propaganda.

Life, on the other hand, is a constant flux. It challenges borders and moves beyond them. It opens up to circulation those spaces that are closed off due to construction; it paints such destructive vehicles as bulldozers pink; it transforms steps into tribunes, pieces of iron into wish trees, and trees destined to be cut down into monuments. It walks on highways and bridges that are closed to pedestrians. It does not like the empty and the sterile; it covers them up with banners, slogans, tents. It leaves its mark on every surface. It disrupts silence at times with pots and pans, and at other times with a tune from a piano. It plays with identities and definitions; it makes them fluid; it renders them indistinguishable. It can make fun of both itself and the established order thanks to its humor. By changing one single letter in a word, it can ridicule the heaviest of symbolisms. When the state apparatus sends a riot-intervention vehicle to pour tear gas on it, life stops to catch its breath for a while and goes right back to resisting. When a body grows tired, it gets replaced by a reinvigorated one. Life turns into thousands of fingers that tweet and take photographs when the state apparatus sends down vehicles of propaganda. It stops its wheelchair to grab the flag that fell on the ground while escaping from tear gas. It apologizes when it steps on someone`s foot while running; it calms down those who panic.

It is obvious that these bodies that fascism wants to militarize will not assume any ideological identity. When they do not drink alcohol, they ridicule conservatism; when they lie under a TOMA, they make fun of liberalism, which claims that life is the most valuable good. Orthodox Marxism cannot decide under which class struggle these "çapulcu" bodies are to be subsumed. As long as they stay in physical contact, as long as they remain as collective Prometheuses, as long as they—have to—continue the resistance, they grow accustomed to each other`s colors, languages, and genders. They disrupt the behavioral rules that ideologies and institutions expect from them. The natural or moral instinct of protection that has been attributed to mothers loses ground when female bodies participate in the resistance alongside their children. The nationalist and the Kurd exchange anti-acid solutions in gas-filled hotel lobbies. The upper-class college kid drinks the water handed over by the kid with an Anonymous mask without needing to ask what neighborhood he’s from. Soccer fans save their curses for the police rather than for their rivals.

What comes out of all this is trust, not chaos. That`s why the bodies multiply with every gush of tear gas, spaces expand with every police attack, and the quality of contact among the bodies increases with every propaganda speech. The life woven together by bodies born in Gezi is so tenacious that the government is right in fearing it. The power of these bodies stems from their capacity to mutualize endurance, rather than vulnerability (as Judith Butler envisioned they would). One would need to look into the extensive interstices of this politics of the body, rather than into macro-level discourses, to begin deciphering it.

NOTES

[1] Ernst Bloch, Natural Right and Human Dignity (Cambridge: MIT Press, 1987), 61.

[An earlier version of this article was published on 26 June 2013 on BIA ("Independent Communication Network"). The link to that version can be found here. This article was translated from Turkish by Gülfer Göze.]