Two war years in Constantinople : $b sketches of German and Young Turkish ethics and politicsStürmer, Harry
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Two war years in Constantinople : $b sketches of German and Young Turkish ethics and politics
Stürmer, Harry
World War, 1914-1918 -- Turkey
One only needs to cast a glance at the Young Turks who are the
leaders of fashion in the "Club de Constantinople"--after the English
and French members are absent--with German officers who have been
admitted as temporary members at a reduced subscription, and one will
find there, as in the more exclusive "Cercle d'Orient," and in the
"Yachting Club" in Prinkipo in the summer-time, individuals belonging
to the "Committee" whose lowly origin and bad manners are evident at
the first glance. Talaat, who is himself President of the Club, knows
exactly how to get his adherents elected as members without one of them
being blackballed. People who used not to know what an International
Club was, and who perhaps, in accordance with their former social
status, got as far as the vestibule to speak to the Concierge, are
now great "club men" and can afford, with the money they have amassed
in "clique" trade and by the famous system of Requisitions, to play
poker every evening for stakes of hundreds of Turkish pounds. One
single kaleidoscopic glance into the perpetual whirl of any one of
these clubs, which used to be places of friendly social intercourse
for the best European circles, is quite sufficient to see the class
of degenerate, greedy parvenus that rule poor, bleeding, helpless,
exhausted Turkey. One cannot but be filled with a deep sympathy for
this unfortunate land.
The Turks of decent birth are disgusted at these parvenus. I have had
conversations with many an old Pasha and Senator, true representatives
of the refined and kindly Old Turkish aristocracy, and heard many a
word of stern disapproval of the "Committee" quite apart from their
divergent political opinions. There is a whole distinguished Turkish
world in Constantinople who completely boycott Enver and his consorts
socially, although they have to put up with their caprices politically.
"I don't know Enver at all," or "_Je ne connais pas ces gens-là_"
("I don't know these people"), are phrases that one very often hears
repeated with infinite disdain. In all these cases it is the purely
personal side--birth and manners--that repels them.
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