Islam was conceived in cruelty. Wherever it has been propagated, it has expanded the suffering of the human race. Numerous accounts may be provided to sustain this truth, but only one example will be offered from the reservoir of experience in the excerpt below. Western leaders have insidiously seduced their nations into believing that Islam is at the very least benign and at its best is beneficial. It is hoped that the article below will alone speak volumes to the candid reader concerning the nature of Islam.To see the article related to the featured image of this article, please click this box. NOTE: Reference is taken from an atheistic site.
How Western Culture Was Turned
Upside Down in One Generation
THIS IS A TRUE story about America, about how the magnificent Judeo-Christian culture of my youth—which represented the hope of liberty for the world’s oppressed—was so easily turned into mush in my lifetime.
Let me begin with a brief story about my father. When he was only three years old, my dad was sentenced to death. That’s right. The [Muslim] Turkish government was engaged in a deliberate campaign to force him, his mother, and his infant sister, along with hundreds of thousands of other [Christian] Armenians, into the Syrian desert where they would die of starvation, disease, or worse—torture and death at the hands of brutal soldiers or roving bandits.
It was 1915, at the peak of Islamic Turkey’s gruesome, premeditated genocide of the Christian Armenian population in that country. Those not butchered outright—the men were often killed immediately—were driven into the Derzor, the Syrian desert east of Aleppo, to perish. My father’s father, a doctor, had been pressed into the Turkish army against his will to head a medical regiment.
“One of my earliest recollections, I was not quite three years old at the time,” my dad, Vahey Kupelian, told me shortly before he died in 1988, was that “the wagon we were in had tipped over, my hand was broken and bloody, and mother was looking for my infant sister who had rolled away. The next thing I remember after that, mother was on a horse, holding my baby sister, and had me sitting behind her, saying, `Hold on tight, or the Turks will get you!”
The three of them rode off on horseback, ending up in Aleppo, one of the gateways to the desert deportation and certain death. Once there, my grandmother Mary, always a daring and resourceful woman, realized what she needed to do.
After asking around to find out who was in charge, she bluffed her way into getting an audience with Aleppo’s governor-general. Since her Armenian husband was in the service of the Turkish army—albeit by force—she played her one and only card, brazenly telling the governor- general, “I demand my rights as the wife of a Turkish army officer!”
“What are those rights?”
“I want commissary privileges and two orderlies,” she answered. “Granted.”
In this way, by masquerading as a Turkish officer’s wife, Mary bluffed her way out of certain death, saving not only her own life and those of her son and daughter, but also the lives of her husband’s two brothers, whom she immediately deputized as orderlies. The group then succeeded in sneaking several other family members out of harm’s way, and my grandmother kept them all from starving by obtaining food from the commissary. Thus was my family spared, although little Adolphina, my father’s infant sister, was unable to survive the harshness of those times and died shortly thereafter.
As for my grandfather, Simeon Kupelian, after an unusually bloody battle between the Turks and the British, he and the other doctors, all Armenians, tended to the Turkish wounded as best they could. Immediately after this, a squadron of Turkish gunmen came and killed them all, including my grandfather.
One and a half million [Christian] Armenians perished in those years at the hands of the Turkish regime, the twentieth century’s first genocide.
On returning to their beautiful home in Marash a couple of years later, Mary and son Vahey, who was then about six years old, found it had been ransacked. Their fine tapestries had been pulled off the walls, ripped, and urinated on. Everything that could be carried out had been stolen, and everything else had been deliberately broken. Everything. Every pane of glass in the French doors was broken, even handles on drawers were destroyed.
Eventually, the hardships of their life led my father and grandmother to do what millions of persecuted people have done over the last few hundred years. They made the long voyage to the one country that welcomed them and offered them freedom and an opportunity for a new life—the most blessed nation on earth, their promised land: America.
Life wasn’t easy in this new land, but both mother and son managed to overcome many obstacles, learned English eagerly, built a life for themselves, went to college and pursued careers. Dad got married and had a family; I was the middle of three children growing up in the suburbs of Washington DC. He provided for us, protected us, worried about us, loved us. He also rose to the top of his chosen profession— aeronautical engineering—becoming the army’s “Chief Scientist for Ballistic Missile Defense.” He lived a good and full life in a blessed land.
That’s just one story—my dad’s story. Now multiply it by millions of similar cases of dispossessed and persecuted people coming to America, and you’ll have a vague idea of what America has long represented to the freedom-loving people of this world.
Born Greek-Armenian, my dad became an American, as did thousands of other Armenians fleeing the genocide. As did Jews fleeing the Nazi Holocaust, Chinese seeking freedom from totalitarianism, Vietnamese and Cambodians escaping from their war-ravaged land, and countless others coming to America for a better life—starting with the English Pilgrims that came here to escape religious persecution. In short, the “huddled masses yearning to breathe free” have come to these shores from every land, speaking every language—but all wanting to become Americans.
For more good reading, see David Kupelian’s, The Marketing of Evil: How Radicals, Elitists, and Pseudo-Experts Sell Us Corruption Disguised as Freedom (Nashville: Cumberland House Publishing, Inc., 2005).
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 This excerpt is taken from David Kupelian, The Marketing of Evil: How Radicals, Elitists, and Pseudo-Experts Sell Us Corruption Disguised as Freedom (Nashville: Cumberland House Publishing, Inc., 2005), 83-85.