“I should like to see any power of the world destroy this race, this small tribe of unimportant people, whose history has 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 more uttered. Go ahead, destroy this race. Let us say that it is again 1915 there is the WAR in the WORLD. Destroy Armenia, see if you can do it. Send them from their home into the desert. Let them have neither bread nor water. Burn their houses and their churches. See if they will not live again. See if they will not laugh again. See if the race will not live again when two of them meet in a beer parlor twenty years later. And laugh, and speak in their tongue… Go ahead. See if you could do anything about it. See if you can stop them from mocking the big ideas of the world. You sons of bitches. A couple of Armenians talking in the world. Go ahead, try to destroy them. For when two of them meet anywhere in the world, see if they will not create a New Armenia.”
Un pensiero su “William Saroyan, Inhale and Exhale, 1936”
L’ha ribloggato su Armenia, la terra di Hayk.
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