“They’re coming for the infidels”

The mulberry leaf from Nana’s village in Turkey I placed on her gravestone in Dover, N.H.

Those were the frightening words my grandmother heard as a nine-year-old girl more than 100 years ago from a Turkish boy. He was talking about her and her family, Christian Armenians in the Ottoman Empire. By the end of that day, her father had been murdered and the woman who would become my nana and her mother and siblings became refugees from a massacre that was a lead up to the Armenian genocide.
Cognoscenti, the digital magazine WBUR_FM, the Boston NPR affiliate, has published my essay on this event, which is based on my research for my upcoming book, “Prince of Wentworth Street: An American boyhood in the shadow of a genocide.” It will be published later this year by Plaidswede Publishing Co.

One thought on ““They’re coming for the infidels”

  1. Your essay is beautiful. My grandparents each had families that they lost in the genocide; made a new family together in northern New York State. They were loving, uplifting people, despite the tragedy they had endured. This brief portrait of your grandmother reminded me of them.


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