October 5, 1847.
bishop greets Osman-pasha Skopljak, vizier of Skadar.
your letter from February 17 this year in which you comically mentioned
some affairs. Firstly what you say is to wash up our hearts and then make
nice way and harmony on our borders. My heart is always clean and washed
for humans, but with inhuman people a man is forced to behave inhumanly,
otherwise he could not, even if he would like. Why you boast that you have
near me friends who refer to you my intentions? It is well that you have
them but do not reveal them to me because they will suffer. This and another
affairs you can tell to those misled, not to me. My intention is open-hearted
and chaste: who is as he has to be, let him to live in my neighborhood
the same good way.
You tell that I always require something, but what I have to require and from
whom? When Bayazit (called Ilberim) captured Bosnia and when wild Asiatic
hordes destroyed our small, but heroic Empire, then my ancestors and other
chosen families, who did not die from Turks, left their fatherland and
escaped in this mountains. I am lonesome and isolated. Consider where are
my brothers, the glorious and famous princes and dukes of our Empire. Where
is Crnojevic (Busatlija), where is Obrenknezevic (Mahmudbegovic)? Where
is Kulinovic? Where is Skopjak? Where is Vidajic? Where is Filipovic? Where
is Gradicevic? Where is Stocevic? Where is Ljubovic? Where is Cengic? And
so where are many others? Where are our nobles and bloom of our people
to seek together our fatherland and glory, to be all united, and then I
would with them claim something marvelous.
Only God knows when they will remember their glory and until when will those
my brothers from their own ones separate themselves and call themselves
Asians and until when will they work for foreign benefit not remembering
neither themselves nor compatriots! From that unfortunate day since the
Asiatic splashed our Empire, with whom fights this fist of highlanders
for the sake of global honesty and name of our People? All the time with
their own brothers converted to Islam. Brother beats brother, brother knifes
brother, ruins of our Empire are drenched in our blood. Thus this is our
This disaster and feud among brothers had done more than any foreign force so
that our heroic tribe became foreign hind and servant, as you are foreign
hind. This destruction of our People had almost strangled poor Montenegro,
but glorified as well. It made that now Montenegro is and will forever
be the jewel in knight's crown. I would like more than anything on this
world to see concord between brothers in whom one blood babbles, whom one
milk raised and one cradle rocked. According to myself and this fist of
people I do not need honesty more than I had before this great and wiser
world, but something else is wished because food is bloody and sincerity
is naked. I would like that I was born a little bit latter, therefore I
would see my brothers who remembered themselves and all theirs and publicly,
before world, tell that they are worthy great-grandsons of ancient knights
of our People. When this holy word is proposed, bless be our entire tribe
and then Montenegrin and Bosnian and other knights of Serb nation will
respect our Name like holy talisman (behest, legend) kept near the heart.
I hear that you call Montenegrins brigands. This name is not at all infamous.
Brigand means cavalier (ritter). For example, cavaliers were this brigands:
Marko Kraljevic, Relja Omucevic, Gergeles Alija, Tale Orasanin, Skenderbeg,
Stojan Jankovic, Ilija Smiljanic, Bajo Pivljanin, duke Drasko Popovic,
duke Vuk Micunovic, Nikac Tomanovic, Karamahmut the Negro, Karadjordje,
duke Veljko Petrovic. Those are only some between our People who are not
today alive and those three are alive today: Abdel-Khader, Shamil and our
duke Mico Moracki.
It is truth that some Montenegrins are murderers, robbers and bandits, but
the unrestrained and savage Turkish force made men to use the force, but
heroes' hardship as well. Just think, my dear countryman, that so many
people are squeezed in this mountains, nearly from all sides closed. When
the harvest is any rich it is possible to pass somehow, but when happens
year like last one it is tremendous anguish. Last year I personally displaced
myself in Vienna and Venice for couple of months just not to see that misery
by my own eyes, and secondly I am kind-hearted so I would all that belongs
to me give away to the others, and anyway very little is what is left.
When you talk to me as my brother Bosniak, I am your brother and friend,
but when you talk to me as a foreigner, as an Asiatic, as a foe of our
tribe and Name, I disagree with that and every reasonable man will do so.
I know you will say when you see my letter: "What that man ridiculously
writes and dreams?" But I hope that our descendants, whenever it be, will
give venerable price to beloved fatherland and bishop's letter, on whom
is shouted from every side like on white crow.
Bishop Petar Petrovic
Petar II Petrovic Njegos
Petar II Petrovic Njegos, reminds Osman-pasha Skopljak, a Serb converted to Islam,
on glorious medieval Serb Empire, reminds him that Orthodox Christian Montenegrins
and Bosnian Muslims are both Serbs and therefore evoke unification of all
Serbs in spite of religious differences. This letter is considered as the
most patriotic Serb letter ever written.