iwitness: Armenian Genocide 1915
Public Art Installation | Centennial Commemoration
But I couldn't cry. I was covered with blood from the other bodies on top of me, but I couldn't cry. If I had, I would not be here today.
"Don't let them take me", she said. "Don't let them take me."
They raped him! Raped! Just like that. Right in front of us.
By early spring of 1915, he and his father had gone to the vineyard to cultivate the vines for the following year, when abruptly a villager ran by to warn his father not to return to his house…
I remember it was early April, 1915, when all the men in Kharpert went to work, but never returned. My father was among them and we heard he was taken to a jail in Mezre. My sister went to see him.