We are gathered here for the fourth time, as a big family. We are relatives now. As our sister Rakel said, they made us relatives in suffering.

On commemoration days like this, we sometimes drift away from our main cause.

Our words of resistance cannot make it into the courtroom when we go to the courts.

Can we defend here today the right to life of our beloved Hrant Dink, who was slaughtered in an organized plot and in cooperation with some officials and institutions?

We think we can, but it remains undone. I wish it could be real.

I wish it could be a concrete defense.

We still remember what our dear brother Arat said here last year. It is the voice of the very same feeling which we, as our death toll constantly increases, sometimes feel in our chest.

He said, “I want to tear down this world and lay it to waste. There is a bust of my father. I want to smash it to pieces. I don’t like monuments, I love people.”

The state of being cornered and the persistence of injustice makes you feel like your loved one is being killed over and over again...

As if you were locked in a cage together with that moment of the murder...

They put you off,, they blatantly tell lies, they mock you. They leave no way out.

What would you do if you were in our shoes? We ask each one of them, who are serving at all these institutions mentioned in Hrant Dink’s murder: What would you do if you were treated as such?

We do not know what you would do in this case. We just keep going to cemeteries and courts. We do not go there with the feelings of revenge and reprisal. We go there to confront, to be able to see the truth in full detail.

And we go there to prevent similar murders in the future, to prevent the next generations from living and bearing a similar shame.

All our questions have remained unanswered for four years.

Yet, we have learnt one thing: we do know that we will not simply call murders like this “political murders”, “lynchings” or “massacres”.

Because we know that these murders do actually constitute “crimes against humanity”, even if the existing laws are not sufficient to name them as such.

They are no longer anonymous. Now we have a name.

We know our name, but we do not know who will shed a light on these murders.

We want to know; we want to see. Where are you?

For Hrant, for justice.