Execution
Hrant Dink, in memoriam By Krikor N. Der Hohannesian They snuffed him - Turkish style, a crowded street in Istanbul three bullets in the brain point-blank, draped his corpse in a white shroud weighed down with bricks at four corners, left him lying there for onlookers to gawk - to what end? Horror? Or, This Is What You Get for Being Un-Turkic? He was a journalist just like you, hairig, and just like you seeking dialogue, no sinister agenda - quite the contrary, a life’s quest to opening doors to the blackened rooms where suffering abides, where grudges are held tight to the pained heart, where decades later old wounds still fester....