It's heartening to see that things can change, but it would be nice if a little memory of how things used to be were the catalyst to some soul-searching by the Right.
The Armenian genocide began long before 1915. Here is a report from the genocide in 1895.
http://www.davidcox.com.mx/library/A/Anderson,%20Robert%20-%20The%20Silence%20of%20God%20%28b%29.pdf
Sir Robert Anderson
SIR ROBERT ANDERSON
Secret Service Theologian
THE SILENCE OF GOD
CHAPTER ONE.
Here is a testimony to the Armenian massacres of 1895
“Over 6o,ooo Armenians have been butchered. In Trebizond, Erzeroum, Erzinghian, Hassankaleh, and
numberless other places the Christians were crushed like grapes during the vintage. The frantic mob,
seething and surging in the streets of the cities, swept down upon the defenceless Armenians, plundered
their shops, gutted their houses, then joked and jested with the terrified victims, as cats play with mice.
The rivulets were choked up with corpses; the streams ran red with human blood; the forest glades and
rocky caves were peopled with the dead and dying; among the black ruins of once prosperous villages lay
roasted infants by their mangled mothers’ corpses; pits were dug at night by the wretches destined to fill
them, many of whom, flung in when but lightly wounded, awoke underneath a mountain of clammy
corpses, and vainly wrestled with death and with the dead, who shut them out from light and life for ever.
“A man In Erzeroum, hearing a tumult, and fearing for his children, who were playing in the street, went
out to seek and save them. He was borne down upon by the mob. He pleaded for his life, protesting that
he had always lived in peace with his Moslem neighbours, and sincerely loved them. The statement may
have represented a fact, or it may have been but a plea for pity. The ringleader, however, told him that
that was the proper spirit, and would be condignly rewarded. The man was then stripped, and a chunk of
his flesh cut out of his body, and jestingly offered for sale: ‘Good fresh meat, and dirt cheap,’ exclaimed
some of the crowd. ‘Who’ll buy fine dog’s meat?’ echoed the amused bystanders. The writhing wretch
uttered piercing screams as some of the mob, who had just come from riffing the shops, opened a bottle
and poured vinegar or some acid into the gaping wound. He called on God and man to end his agonies.
But they had only begun. Soon afterwards two little boys came up, the elder crying, ‘Hairik, Hairih
(Father, father), save me! See what they’ve done to me!’ and pointed to his head, from which the blood
was streaming over his handsome face, and down his neck. The younger brother - a child of about three -
was playing with a wooden toy. The agonising man was silent for a second and then, glancing at these his
children, made a frantic but vain effort to snatch a dagger from a Turk by his side. This was the signal for
the renewal of his torments. The bleeding boy was finally dashed with violence against the dying father,
who began to lose strength and consciousness, and the two were then pounded to death where they lay.
The younger child sat near, dabbling his wooden toy in the blood of his father and brother, and looking
up, now through smiles at the prettily dressed Kurds and now through tears at the dust-begrimed thing
that had lately been his father. A slash of a sabre, wound up his short experience of God’s world, and the
crowd turned its attention to others.
“These are but isolated scenes revealed for a brief second by the light, as it were, of a momentary
lightning-flash. The worst cannot be described.”
-Contemporary Review, January, 1896.
The following refers to still more recent horrors :-
“In no place in this region has the attack upon the Christians been more savage than in Egin. Every male
above twelve years of age who could be found was slain. Only one Armenian was found who had been
seen and spared. Many children and boys were laid on their backs and their necks cut like sheep. The
women and children were gathered together in the yard of the Government building and in various places
throughout the town. Turks, Kurds, and soldiers went among these women, selected the fairest, and led
them aside to outrage them. In the village of Pinguan fifteen women threw themselves into the river to
escape dishonour.”
-The Times, December 10, 1896.