heute bin ich ein Armenien

as I write these, hrant dink's body is being carried through the streets of istanbul to his final resting place. followed by thousands, and lead by his widow Rakel who in her letter to her decesased husband told the crowds that he has left everyone he knew but his land.

today I am a different man. today I carry on my shoulders hundreds of years of discrimination, neglect and murder. today I became an Armenian. today I am an Armenian. today I became a grown-up man. Today I understand my elders who always told me 'Turks never change'. Indeed they don't.

in the personality of Mr. Dink, the latest Armenian martyr (I am afraid not the last), I cry for the millions massacred and I beseech the world opinion to stop it. to stop it by acknowledging ignorance, to stop it by acknowledging genocides and mass murders and discrimination, and ignorance, and neglect. this is the only way to light a candle for Mr. Dink, and all the millions scattered around the world that are represented in his name.

today, I am an Armenian, even for one day I am proud of it.