I have no personal information on the history of one million Armenians in question. I have just one Armenian.
All the family showed her respect, and everyone loved her. Her views and advice were sought on everything. I placed close attention to the fact that my father, who was a strict authoritarian, trusted and respected her.
Then we grew up.
When wer grew up, we found out that she wasn't our real grandmother, but that she had come to that house after the death of our real grandmother. And that she was an Armenian girl when she came. Following the death of our grandmother, my grandfather had married her, plucking her from one of the masses of Armenian families who were forcibly moved to Syria.
My grandfather, my aunts, everyone loved her. And after we grew up and learned the truth, we began to understand the sadness that would be reflected in her eyes when she would hug us.
So, that's my personal Armenian matter. Never mind what may have been done to the Armenians, or why people are fighting about now. But I would like to know what power separated my grandmother when she was just a young girl from her nest, her home and hearth. I would like to know who was responsible for the pain she tried to hide from us, and for the life long exile she had to lead. I don't know about the one million Armenians. Just this one. The sad woman I loved so much. My Armenian.