Genocide and Ethnic Cleansing on Cyprus: It Will Happen To Us Again
With genocide denial and victim blaming still rampant on the island, and token "two-sideism" holding a veneer of appeal, one of the most ignored genocides in history could be repeated
What was the genocide and ethnic cleansing of Turks on Cyprus? Who was responsible for it? And what are the implications of playing down on key events as they unfolded? With genocide denial still rampant on the island, many survivors of Greek Cypriot atrocities in Cyprus fear future killings.
But some survivors of the Turkish Cypriot Genocide, or the Cyprus Genocide, in which Greeks systematically displaced and killed thousands of Turkish men, women, children and elderly over several years, do not mark the anniversary of the killings.
They believe it will spread “poison”, though may struggle with it personally, but generally do not refer to those times under the pretext of genocide, or to those responsible, or to the timeless heroes who bravely defended their community against it, and they do it to “protect” their children from “hating” those who tried to kill them.
The very notion of there being an “us vs them” is something they understandably don’t wish to entangle themselves in. In my opinion this is indeed a deplorable dichotomy not worth feeding into.
But the remains of murdered Turkish Cypriots continue to be discovered in mass graves and identified through DNA tests, before being re-buried in cemeteries disproportionately filled with the victims of that genocide.
Surviving a Genocide
My mother, Melek Niyazi, was a young girl at the time from the village of Geçitkale, Köfünye (Kophinou), who had sought refuge with her family.
She survived the genocide, but what she witnessed would have left the average person traumatised for years.
My mother recounted her experiences and told how as a young adolescent girl in her teens she was running through the fields to escape from trigger happy “Greek soldiers chasing me and my mother, shooting at us…”
She then fast-forwards to how “Turkish jets flew in” and brave soldiers “parachuted down and saved us,” to the added backdrop of the late Jazz singer Ayten Alpman’s famous song: “Bir Başkadır Benim Memleketim” (My Country Is Like No Other).
Another story is that of Şafak Nihat, who was just 13 when the Greek Cypriots came to his village of Muratağa on 14 August 1974, killing almost all of its inhabitants including women, young children and elderly, before burying them with bulldozers in a nearby rubbish dump.
He recalls how he avoided death at the hands of the Greek Cypriots by hiding in a barrel, vividly recounting the terrifying moment he thought he and his family would be killed, especially when he heard “two loud gunshots”, which he later learned were the sound of the Greek Cypriots shooting dead a neighbour.
He hid for six days, living off whatever food and water he could find.
It wasn’t until Türkiye came and liberated the Turkish Cypriots of the island that he too like many others could finally live without fear.
But what they had witnessed would stay with them - and haunt them - forever.
Though it is almost taboo to say this out loud, especially in circles of the fanatically indoctrinated believers of “unity” and “peace”, there is widespread suppression of the fear that genocide could be committed against Turks again if Türkiye, effectively the only peace keeper on the island, leaves.
More compellingly perhaps, a genocide could be committed against Turks again if Greek, Greek Cypriot and Turkish Cypriot denial of the genocide continues and lingering tensions reignite.
Escape or Exodus: Migrating to North Cyprus
Between 1963 and 1974, Cyprus was under attack by Greek Cypriot forces aiming to annex the island into a Greater Greece. Tens of thousands of people were killed or displaced, and many more have been affected in successive generations.
Greek Cypriots began attacking villages, towns and cities in the winter of 1963, with the goal to “ethnically cleanse” the island from non-Greeks, a mission masterminded by Greece and put in motion from as early as the late-1800s, when it first started to pump thousands upon thousands of Greeks to the island in order to force demographic changes and challenge the island’s Turkish character.
For my mother and Şafak’s families, the nightmare began when they first heard of paramilitary units from Greece and local Greek Cypriot regulars and irregulars alike harassing, attacking, kidnapping, torturing, maiming, raping, and killing Turks in their scores.
The story of 104 refugees, men, women and children, fleeing their homes in the foothills of the Troodos mountains, adds another dimension to this story.
To save their lives, a sturdy shepard named Yakub Cemal led them together with various other groups of hundreds of Turkish civilians who had decided to make the trek north to the safety of the Turkish zones while eluding Greek Cypriot patrols.
It was vital not to alert the surrounding Greek Cypriot population, for they would unleash their fury against the helpless Turkish Cypriot villagers.
During their trek a twelve year old boy had fallen asleep and was apprehended by the Greek Cypriots, who tortured him to reveal the location of the expedition.
Later one man would slip and fall into a ravine, and despite being gone back for, picked up, and carried by various relatives and friends, his wounds proved too serious.
He demanded he be left behind in an orchard to prevent hindering the group. His wife wanted to stay with him, but he ordered her to save her honour by accompanying the expedition and thus successfully avoiding capture and almost certain rape, mutilation, murder or whatever could be worse.
He too was later captured and beaten by the Greek Cypriots.
After a long day along a stream they had to climb high up a mountain to avoid Greek Cypriot patrols.
Nearing a dirt road, Yakub Cemal went ahead to scout its safety, then spotting a Land-Rover with the headlights on full-beam dove head first into a ditch.
It passed within a few feet of Yakub, who lay motionless to avoid detection. Three men got out and he could see they were heavily armed. They held flashlights and scouted the area, looking for Turkish Cypriots to kill. Then, unexpectedly, they returned to the Land-Rover, fired at random into the surroundings, then sped away.
The refugees continued through a winding stream, passing several Greek Cypriot posts, before their way was barred by a large number of soldiers.
They were certain they were going to be killed.
But when the soldiers spoke to them in Turkish, the relief they must have felt knowing they had reached the Turkish zone and that they were safe…
Yakub had led more than 500 such Turkish Cypriots to safety in the Turkish zone.
Sometimes Greek Cypriot forces ambushed them with heavily armed patrols. At each patrol, there were some 3-5 shooters.
Sometimes the patrols would collaborate and hunt together in wolf-packs.
Some were inadvertently killed in the ambushes.
Some survived by throwing themselves into nearby creeks and waiting for nightfall before continuing for the north.
They were like wild animals being hunted because the Greek Cypriots had been preparing to kill them in numerous spots. They were besieged on all sides and they knew that people from surrounding areas were trying to break into the Turkish zones, and they had been preparing for this.
The genocide happened even though the island was essentially a United Nations protected “safe area” where hundreds of UN Soldiers stayed, albeit failing to protect those who actually needed protecting, the Turkish Cypriots, and who were forcefully displaced and seeking refuge under the only security umbrella they had: Türkiye.
The Genocide
When the original “safe areas” and UN Buffer Zone were established, following the Greek Cypriot coup and their ethnic cleansing campaign against the Turkish Cypriots, starting 21 December 1963, my mother and her family were among thousands - roughly 30,000 to be exact - that sought refuge away from where the UN base held by a battalion of UN soldiers was situated, in the Greek controlled south of Lefkoşa (Nicosia), for going there would have meant death or worse.
At night while people were sleeping, Greek Cypriot forces separated the men and boys from their families to kill them and also took some women and girls out of the base and raped them.
My mother was still in her native village of Geçitkale, which saw its own share of atrocities.
Hundreds of villages the island over were brutally assaulted by the Greek military monolith and emptied, reduced to rubble, with entire populations forced to leave or die.
Survivors who sought safety in other villages, preferably the strongholds of the resistance, or areas under the security umbrella of the Turkish contingent of the Tripartite Force, found themselves overpopulating already undersupplied areas on the brink of famine. Those who could even crept into mountain crevices and caves, or built makeshift sheds and shelters, if they were lucky they would have had tents.
Those who couldn’t make it anywhere met a fate worse than death.
UN soldiers did nothing to stop what Greek Cypriot forces were doing.
They did what they wanted. With impunity. They had taken control over the bases.
Men were screaming and crying for help every night.
Women were… groaning… and lamenting.
In the daytime, one would also hear shrill screams in the woods when they would go to fetch water from a river in the field close to the base.
Some would see corpses, heads cut off, the rotting corpses of children, masses of people buried with their hands tied behind their backs, naked women covered in blood lying dead and bruised all over, women clutching their babies all shot to the point of disfigurement, few day old babies riddled with bullet holes, hundreds of lives destroyed, hundreds of homes and businesses destroyed, entire neighbourhoods turned into ghost-towns reminiscent of an apocalyptic movie…
All this happened under the “security” umbrella of the United Nations, and the presence of “peacekeeping” troops from the United Kingdom, Canada, Ireland, Austria, Denmark, Finland, Sweden, there were also scores of foreign journalists, diplomats, and from a multitude of countries, including the United States of America.
The Liability
In 1964 the UN upheld the liability of the Greek Cypriots for the destruction of more than 103 Turkish Cypriot towns and villages and thousands upon thousands of Turkish Cypriots’ livelihoods.
Yet it stood idly by, it watched, it saw, and it knew, yet it did absolutely nothing, as the attacks continued.
Again in 1967, and 1974, and all the years of suffering that preceded, the UN was there, it watched, it saw, it knew, but did nothing.
People were forcibly separated.
Men were captured and taken away to be shot.
People were scared and traumatised.
Entire villages were slaughtered.
When Turkish Cypriots made it to the Turkish zones, they stayed in refugee camps and waited for news of their loved ones.
Some received news. Some received corpses. Every family suffered.
Forced to Remember
A couple of years ago certain families received phone calls informing them that the bodies of their children, siblings, nephews, nieces, uncles, aunties had been found in different mass graves.
Some of the remains of these children, ranging from 9-16 years old at the time, belonged to Ahmet Süleyman Aşır’s relatives, of which he lost 30 in the massacres, including a brother & 5 sisters.
In just a few days, Greek Cypriot forces murdered entire families with a determination that Nazi Germany’s Rudolf Hess and Heinrich Himmler would have found too crass to commit out in the open, let alone pursuant to a written plan, linking them to these crimes against humanity.
Mass Graves: Chronicling the Genocide
A stone erected at the entrance of the Tekke Bahçe Martyrdom chronicles this most succinctly with the following:
“Greek Cypriots and Greeks had started to kill the Turkish Cypriots and to destroy the Turks… the aim… is to connect the island of Cyprus to Greece… the Greeks had destroyed children, young ones, olds and so many people who had no protection at all.”
“This is where they were first buried. After the brutal massacres in the year 1963 the bodies from mass graves were notified from the Ayvasıl area and were buried in Tekke Bahçe Martyrdom.”
Genocide Denial: No Remembrance, No Book, No Cenotaph
Several hundred thousand Turkish Cypriots continue to live in peace and security in the free and independent Turkish Republic of Northern Cyprus (TRNC). Their state is unjustly and illegally ostracised by the international community, but also from within. Many Turkish Cypriots themselves also subscribe to the concept that the TRNC “does not exist”, and they do not “recognise” it, and they describe it as a “so-called state”, a “pseudo-state”, a “corrupt state”, with no legitimacy or prospects.
These people live in the “reality” caballed by the machinations of the Greek Cypriot Administration of Southern Cyprus (GCASC), the greatest and furthest possible diplomatic achievement attained by a society of terrorists and their supporters.
The Turkish Cypriot people remember, and they will always remember, and they will never allow the past to be forgotten, let alone allow it to be misconstrued, or worse, allow it to happen to them again. They fervently hope, with all their faith, that those difficult and dangerous times will never ever find them again.
But there are those among them that add to Greece’s political conquest by jointly pushing for the idea of approaching the Cyprus Problem with a view to two-sideism, and of “proportionality”, of “reconciliation”. They believe strongly in the “accepted truth” of dystopianist conspiracy theories, such as that Türkiye “doesn’t recognise the TRNC”, or that Türkiye, the late Rauf Raif Denktaş, and the Türk Mukavemet Teşkilatı (TMT, Turkish Resistance Organisation) operated “false flag” manipulations.
And these people provide token “legitimacy” to the manufactured and disingenuous “Turkish and Turkish Cypriot responsibility” for their own suffering, and the “suffering” of the other side, centered around cabal machinations implicating Türkiye and the Turkish Cypriots in a problem that is completely not their fault and of which they are the victim.
The Triple Threat: Fascism, Sociopathism and Psychopathism
While 57 years have passed since the genocide began, survivors are still battling against widespread Greek, Greek Cypriot and more bizarrely Turkish Cypriot denial of historical facts that have been confirmed numerous times by international reporters, newspapers, foreign dignitaries, authoritative persons on the subject of genocide, international laws on genocide, and then some.
Statues, posters and graffiti glorifying Grivas, the Greek general who led Greek Cypriot forces and committed acts of genocide, are regularly found in Greek Cypriot areas of Cyprus as well as in neighbouring Greece.
Months before the 54th anniversary of the genocide, the Greek Cypriots voted for a bill to commemorate enosis – which the genocide was pursuant to – in schools.
Children are routinely taught to parade the Greek flag in schools and sing enosis era songs which paint the Turks as “sub-human”, “barbarians”, “thieves”, “gypsies”, “dogs”, “carrion”, “cockroaches” and more.
Just the other day, on the 104th anniversary of Greek independence, the Naval Academy cadets of the Greek military were recorded chanting “Cyprus is Greek!" "F**k Turkey!” during the Greek Independence Day parade in Athens, while the public were notably responding with "Bravo!"
Another disturbing chant, this time from the Greek army and recorded by the soldiers themselves, went: "Greece! Greece! Greece!" "Cyprus is Greek and Macedonia is Greek!" "F**k Turkey!"
This is the hateful mindset that continues to characterise the Greek nationalist yoke and what it has done to Türkiye in the past, as well as what it continues doing to Cyprus even to this day.
As far as bringing up examples goes, we can do this all day.
Never Remember
Yet there are no chronicles published to commemorate the victims of the Turkish Cypriot Genocide, no cenotaphic monument erected in neighbouring lands, not even by the Turkish Cypriots. One could identify hundreds of instances of genocide denial in regional public discourse and media, the majority of cases occurring in Greece and the GCASC, for obvious reasons.
Such a report would also disclose that the majority of these Turkish Cypriot Genocide deniers work in the public sector, including those who currently hold office in the administration of the illegally occupied areas in the south.
Alarmingly, it is already public knowledge that many were active in Greek Cypriot political or military apparatuses during the genocide.
Even today, many more in positions of influence are the children of those bonafide terrorists, including the current incumbent leader of the Greek-occupied areas, Nikos Christodoulides, and even the leader he succeeded, Nikos Anastasiades, who annually commemorate the terrorists, blame and attack the victims, and continue to applaud enosis - the fascist, racist, settler-colonialist rot that caused this all to happen.
The current leadership of the church too, Georgios III Papachrysostomou, in the spirit of his predecessors, including Archbishop Chrysostomos II who he succeeded, routinely gives public hate speeches on the subject, and advocates support for policies which are systematically designed to ensure the Turkish Cypriots are treated as sub-humans.
In the vacuum of no accountability, narratives that deny the genocide and glorify war criminals have intensified and denial in the region is part of Greek Cypriot public and state strategy.
American genocide scholar Gregory H Stanton states that denial is “among the surest indicators of further genocidal massacres”.
An ongoing Greek Cypriot obsession with degrading the Cyprus Problem to a minority-majority dichotomy along ethnic discriminatory lines and other feverish efforts to perpetuate tensions, coupled with genocide denial, provide grave risks for the future.
If this continues, and the Turkish Cypriots do nothing about it, or if they simply prefer to forget what has happened and ignore the continued bigotry of their neighbours, and allow the Greek and Greek Cypriot narrative to hijack the truth and convince the Turks to push for “unity” under anyone else’s terms, this genocide will most certainly happen again.
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