My calendar tells me that today is April 24, 2007
The day is still young, but I am not hopeful that the first genocide of the 20th century will be recognized anytime soon.
Another year goes by where the spill of my ancestors’ blood, the beheadings, the raping of little girls and women and the way very pregnant women had their beautiful bellies slashed is ignored amidst Turkish intimidation and prevailing oil and other business interests.
What will I tell my children about the stain that this vehement propaganda has had upon our culture, history, and collective consciousness?
What will I tell my weary soul?
