MIGRATION, IMMIGRANT, STATELESS
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MIGRATION, IMMIGRANT, STATELESS
Metin Yegin
When immigrants get together, they always start talking about their papers first. What is the status of their application? How many years of residence has they had, which school is they a student at, or who can they marry as a formality? For example, every immigrant falls directly into a Kafka story. It stands on the top shelf of the state as if it could be thrown out at any moment, and is nowhere as if it will never be remembered at all. At the same time. The state is a hundred times more of a state for the immigrant. It is more fascist, more vertically climbing. It is the peak of hierarchy, there is neither this violence nor anger, more clog-cutting saws, more police station walls and courts, and so on.
If we distort what Orwell said and make his ears ring; No one is equal before the state, but some are more unequal.
Immigration is the mobilized form of Fanon’s words about occupiers-colonialists. The immigrant is not only under the occupation of the colonizer, but also lives on the border of the steward of his pleasure, and since hehe has no chance of one day, ever throwing him out of his own land. However, surely, as he said, ‘The wealth of the imperialists is also our wealth,’ but he cannot even refer to it.let alone being aware of creating that wealth and keeping it alive, he should also constantly feel grateful for not being thrown out at any moment. He must prove every day and anew how good and harmonious he is.
- A friend told me when he was a guest in a house in Germany. His family was a third generation Turkish citizen who had arrived in the 1960s. Of course, he was born in Germany and was a German citizen. He had graduated from university and was working in a factory. He had also volunteered for a group that went to give condolences. When there was a house for the dead, he would go there and support the people. One day they were having dinner with the priests. As soon as the food arrived, the priests started eating. He had said to them, “Don’t you ever pray?” He had begun to pray. The priests had also joined him, but the woman who had been sitting next to them for 20 years still didn’t greet him-
This state of anonymity feeds him the desire to attain the object he desired, the identity of the sovereign. He idealizes it. It becomes the purpose of life. Just as one day, when he attains the paper he desires, he will take it out of his pocket every now and then and look at it. In other words, the immigrants are caught in the captivity of the black person that Fanon speaks of ‘They are the hunted who constantly dream of being the hunter’…
Immigration is not just moving from one geography to another; it is a transition from one identity to another. However, this transition is never complete. The migrant is stuck on a bridge: He can neither return to where he came from nor truly arrive where he is going. He fills this duality with a “desire”:To win the favor of the sovereign, to occupy a “deserved” place in his eyes. But this desire is atrap. Because the sovereign’s approval is never truly attainable. That approval is always a little further away from the immigrant, a little further beyond him. And that’s why the immigrant can never feel “good” enough.
Immigration is a difficult craft, and the world revolves around them, more and more each passing day…
