September 21, 1916

  The guilt for ail Armenian blood has come to weigh upon the con-
­science of Europeans for whom Armenians, whatever their numbers, do
not have the value of a chicken. Let the Turk exterminate, if that is what
he has to do, especially when in return he gives us concessions; consequently, let him obliterate, what is it to us? We want our profit; our money...And Europe considers itself civi­lized, enlightened, Christian. In all Europe, among states (just as it is the opinion of the Chinese and the Japanese) ethics, religion, do not exist, only the "I", profit, tangibles, money, do; not a single other god, only gold. She has progressed in beastliness with perfected weapons (Krupp's)1to kill, to slaughter, to plot, to deceive. Everything is a chiffon de papier not only for the Germans but for all: England, France, Italy, America, and so on...

       
This war has revealed the colors of all the antagonists. It has demonstrated that all are jackals, deceivers, executioners of small nations, and the banners of all are woven with falsehoods, promises, artifices and eloquent labels (brotherhood, civilization, freedom of nations, rights, justice).                                                                                    

         States - standard bearers of crime and vileness...False, conspiring-deceiving banners, shoving small nations to the forefront and having them exterminated...

         <...> Centuries will come and go and geniuses of rhetoric will not be able to exhaust the infinite store of Armenian horrors, suffering, mar­tyrdom...

        I will sit at the foot of Ararat, strew ashes over my head, and weep, weep, damning the whole world, friend and foe, and arouse in every Armenian's heart the asp of revenge, poison.

         Henceforth it is not possible to believe in man, morals, sermons, conscience, compassion, gentility, brotherhood, humanity, humanitarianism. Man is a perfected beast, nothing more and nothing less...

         Ah, I wish I were with you my poor, murdered, mutilated, orphaned and widowed people who is the New Israel in the deserts of
Mesopotamia, exposed to the simoom and whirlwinds, naked and hungry...I wish I were with you, weeping with you...

           The Armenians drank not the cup of bitterness but the ocean of bitterness, they even emptied the sediment Armenians, you are great, colossal, and formidable by your grief, your suffering.

         The world is a rock, humanity is alien, the Turks are beasts, slaughterers of children; Europe is avaricious, while Armenians are eternal sacrifices...And there is no God either; it is only the devil that reigns...

         How to endure! The Armenian must have a greater heart than the universe so he can endure these hardships as much as the universe, so
he can withstand the injustice and wickedness shown by friends...

         They crucified the Armenian people, and its real and personal property, its national antiques, very much like Christ's robe, were auc­tioned by the barbarians among themselves.

         What is Armenian life and my life? An onerous, mad, feverish, bloody delirium; a dark, suffocating nightmare which gets heaped upon one's bosom like mountains, and it oppresses, crushes by the thousands from all sides, friend and foe alike...When will it all end? When will its lining show? When will the light shine?

         Statelessness, statelessness; lost, dismembered, pitiful folk.

         Who is your friend? Who is your foe? Both are the same with different masks.

         It is necessary to be a rock in order to endure...

         In the course of centuries, for a whole thousand years, and even longer, beginning with the Arab incursions,2 Armenia has been spoiled many a time but, in one way or another, she has remained extant.

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