I should like to see any power of the world
destroy this race; this small tribe of unimportant people
whose history is ended,
whose wars have all been fought and lost,
whose structures have crumbled,
whose literature is unread,
whose music is unheard,
whose prayers are no longer uttered.
Go ahead, destroy this race. Let us say that it is again 1915; there is was in the world. Destroy Armenia.
See if you can do it.
Send them from their homes into the desert.
Let them have neither bread nor water. Burn their house and their churches.
See if they will not live again. See if they will not laugh again.
See if you stop them from mocking the big ideas of the world.
You sons of bitches
Go ahead, try to destroy them.