By Missak Vassilian /Translated by Jennifer Manoukian
The following is the account of a 16-year-old Armenian boy’s
unexpected encounter with Djemal Pasha, a member of the the Ittihadist
triumvirate of WWI, in December 1917. It was given to me by his son, Asbed
Vassilian, who sees in this brief exchange a larger story about the resilience
and perseverance of the Armenian people.
Djemal Pasha in his carDjemal Pasha (on the back seat)
In 1915, the benevolent Turkish government, in its monstrous
plan, did not spare the faculty and students at the Kelegian orphanage in
Chork-Marzban (Dortyol), but instead deported them under the guise of a brief
excursion. I think a Turkish unit from Adana came specifically to organize the
deportation. A handful of students were reunited with their parents, and some
of the older students were sent to the Dar-el-Eytem Turkish orphanage in Adana.
According to the information we received, barely a few months after arriving at
the orphanage, those boys were sent to the deserts of Meskiné and Der-Zor.
Finally, around 20 boys, including myself, were transferred to a German
orphanage in the village of Harni. After about two years of studying German,
Turkish, and other subjects, the German orphanage suffered a severe financial
crisis; they used to give us bread made with barley flour that had not been
sifted, and even this was difficult for them to secure. During this period of
financial crisis, a couple of German officers came to the orphanage and met
with the administration. A few days after the officers left, around 20 students
who had been studying German for 2 years were assigned to work as translators
at the German military’s station in Ayran. The purpose of that military
facility was to oversee the train traffic on the narrow rail lines (around 60
centimeters wide) that ran from the station in Ayran to a station called
Incirlik, where two wider rail lines converged.
Kelekian orphans (Via AGBU Flickr)Kelekian orphange (Via
AGBU Flickr)
Around this time, some friends and I went for a stroll
around the market dressed in our school uniforms. That day, two Turkish
policemen arrested us and brought us to their guardhouse. One of my friends
fled and informed the Germans of our arrest. A low-ranking officer and a German
soldier soon arrived at the guardhouse. The Turkish policemen who had arrested
us fled without saying a word. The officer then asked us why we did not say
that we worked for the German military. We said that we had told them, but that
they had ignored it and brought us to the guardhouse anyway.
After this incident, they fitted us for German soldiers’
uniforms and turned us into military personnel, so that a similar event would
not happen again. After the wide rail lines between the Ayran and Incirlik
stations were joined, we moved with the entire military corps to a station
called Kelebek. There was work to be done to complete the joining of the rail
lines between Kelebek and Belemedik. At the station in Kelebek, they housed us
in a wooden room in what they called the barracks. It was one of the nicer
Turkish barracks.
Although it was still winter, that day at the end of 1917
was as sunny as a spring day. Barely a few steps away from where we lived,
nearly all the Turkish officers at that station were lined up. Djemal Pasha had
come from Damascus to meet the officers on his way back to Constantinople.
Curious to see him, some friends and I sat down in front of the barracks,
swinging our feet as we waited. Barely 15 minutes had passed before they announced
that he had arrived. He got out of his special car, dressed in a short coat and
flanked by two bodyguards, and joined the officers a few steps away from us.
After the major met Djemal Pasha, he began to introduce the officers. He had
barely introduced the first officer when the pasha, pointing at us, asked him
who the kids were who were swinging their feet. The major replied angrily:
“Paşa hazretleri, bunlar Alman askiar elbisesi giymiş Ermeni
çocuklardır. Almanlar bunları tohumluk saklıyorlar.” [“Your Excellency, those
are Armenian kids dressed as German soldiers. The Germans are keeping them as
seeds for the future.”]
Djemal PashaDjemal Pasha
The pasha immediately asked him to bring one of the boys
over. Since I was the closest, the major called me over. I approached the pasha
and greeted him. The pasha asked if I was a soldier. I said that all of us
were, as if he could not have guessed from our uniforms. He asked what kind of
soldiers we were, and I said that we were German soldiers. Then, he asked how
we became soldiers. I said that we were transferred to the German orphanage in
Harni from the Kelegian orphanage in Chork-Marzban (Dortyol), and that after
studying Turkish and German for two years, they assigned us to be translators
for the German military. After listening to what I had said, the pasha shook
his head slowly, and said:
“Acayip! Demek ki Dörtyol Kelegian mektebinden sürgün
oldunuz. İki sene Almanca öğrendiniz ve Alman ordusunda askiar tercümen
oldunuz. Hey Türklük, bu milleti mahvedemezsiniz ve bu millet mahvolmaz. Yürü,
kuzum.” [How strange! This means that you were all deported from the Kelegian
orphanage in Dortyol, studied German for two years and became translators in
the German army. Oh Turkish people, you cannot destroy this nation and this
nation will not be annihilated. Go on, my son, go.”]
And I went on my way.
About Jennifer Manoukian
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Jennifer Manoukian is a
recent graduate of Rutgers University, where she majored in French literature
and Middle Eastern studies. She also studied Armenian language and literature
and wrote her senior thesis on the early work of Zabel Yessayan. In the fall,
Manoukian will be starting her graduate work in Armenian literature at Columbia
University.
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