Historical photo of Armenian refugees on forced march to Syria
My mother-in-law was Armenian. Unlike her father and all her adult male relatives, she was also a survivor of the genocide in which the Ottoman Turks deliberately murdered and exiled - through a deadly forced march - thousands upon thousands of Armenians.
Today's news brings the story of the assassination of a Turkish-Armenian journalist who, like Orhan Pamuk, dared to speak out against Turkey's denial of the Armenian holocaust. Last year, Hrant Dink was tried and found guilty of "insulting Turkish identity" when he wrote an article discussing the mass killings of Ottoman Armenians in 1915. His sentence was suspended, but ever since, he had been receiving death threats from outraged Turkish nationalists, and told the AP that he was finding it increasingly unbearable to live in his native country. Today that life has ended.
I know what happened during the genocide, because I heard it from the lips of people who lived through it. Therefore it's deeply offensive to me to read, also on the BBC, a Q&A article about Armenia and Turkey in which the word genocide is placed in quotes, the Armenians are described as "alleging" that the killing took place, and the actual death toll is glossed over in paragraphs like:
"In May 1915, the Armenian minority, two or three million strong, was forcefully deported and marched from the Anatolian borders towards Syria and Mesopotamia (now Iraq). Many died en route."
My husband's grandfather, a European-trained physician, was used by the Turks as a translator, and then taken away one day and hung; his shoes were placed on the doorstep for his widow to find. Peter Balakian, a professor and poet about my age who teaches at Colgate University, has devoted much of his life to gathering first-person accounts of what happened from relatives and friends, and writing these experiences into his books and his poetry. My mother-in-law, who always deflected most of our questions about what she had witnessed, gave us Balakian's book, Black Dog of Fate, a few years before she died, with the words, "If you want to know what it was like, you can read this." I read it, and wept most of the way through. It contains a long description of the forced march to Syria, built from eyewitness accounts. The phrase I remember most tells of the marchers being forced to cross the Tigris River. "At one point, the river actually changed course," he wrote, "because it was so clogged with bodies." But from the BBC, instead of the unvarnished truth, we get, "Many died en route."
Members of our family have told what it was like to see the surviving Armenian refugees come into their towns at the end of this march. One of my husband's uncles wept as he told me about a starving woman who pressed a baby into the arms of one of his own aunts, begging her to take the infant. The aunt brought that child up as one of her own, and many years later, his relatives came and found him and took him away to what remained of his family.
I hope no one in America or Europe questions why Hrant Dink died. It is quite obvious.
There's nothing more horrific about the Armenian genocide than any other genocide. What's horrific is that we deliberately forget and obscure the facts, and never seem to learn from them. Even when the killing has stopped, the effects of genocide continue through the generations - as children of survivors can tell you - and they are increased by the attempted erasure of killing, violence, and loss. So we should be aware that what is going on in the EU it is not merely a political debate, played for high economic stakes, and that the passage of time - nearly a century now - is not long enough to obliterate memory.
When I read the news of Dink's death earlier, I was overwhelmed by the searing memory of a film "Ararat" by Atom Egoyan, based on the genocide. And I recall the bittersweet journey of Isabel Bayrakdarian to her home country of Armenia, filmed by CBC. Have you seen these, Beth? Genocide still continues today and continues to baffle and depress me how it can possibly go on without the rest of the world not stopping it. Not acknowledging it at all is the worst sin, and I'm sorry that you have been personally touched by the people who have suffered it in their families. Thanks for bringing this ghastly issue forth, reminding us again how imperfect the world is, and how blind we can be in our own comfortable places in it.
Posted by: marja-leena | January 19, 2007 at 06:00 PM
I was shocked many years ago when one of my students wrote about this event that seeems to have been overlooked in any history book I've ever read.
Dark times, indeed.
Posted by: loren | January 19, 2007 at 06:10 PM
Thanks for this comment, Marja-Leena. I didn't know about the film of Isabel Bayrakdarian's journey but will look for it in the CBC archives. And I half-want to see "Ararat" but have avoided it; I have to be very careful about how much realistic violence I take in, especially visually - it just haunts me for days, and I was worried this film, which I know is very good, would just be too much for both me and my husband. What do you think? I've enjoyed some of his other, happier films a lot.
Posted by: beth | January 19, 2007 at 06:11 PM
Beth, the violence in Ararat is disturbing but no more than many films. However the personal nature may make it doubly so for you. Perhaps you could fast-forward these scenes?
The Isabel Bayrakdarian one is haunting and beautiful, one that moved me to tears, but without the horror as that part was not shown graphically, as I recall. The Armenian music is just wonderful and she highlights that most of all in the film. I've blogged about both films, if you care to read them, just do a search for them. Let me know what you think of the film(s).
Posted by: marja-leena | January 19, 2007 at 06:31 PM
Thank you for commenting and for caring, Loren. It is shocking, how history books treat this event - but of course it's not the only example. What did our American history texts really tell us about the Native Americans - and there are so many others, and will be more.
Posted by: beth | January 19, 2007 at 06:46 PM
My grandmother (on my father's side) was Armenian and lost a number of relatives in that genocide, though she herself was already living in Transylvania and was safe, in a manner of speaking. Little did she count on having to lose more relatives, on her husband's side (as well as having to hide her only child, my father) some 40 years later in another genocide....
Posted by: maria | January 19, 2007 at 08:31 PM
Beth, maybe you could write to the online BBC and quote exactly what you've written here. It needs saying.
I saw the Isabel B. film. It was brilliant.
Posted by: Natalie | January 19, 2007 at 09:43 PM
Maria, thanks for telling me about this piece of your own family's history. And how awful that your grandmother's life contained two genocides. What was she like? Did she manage to maintain any faith in humanity?
Natalie - thanks for the suggestion - I just may do that.
Posted by: beth | January 19, 2007 at 09:50 PM
We wer talking about this at the supper table tonight. My dad pointed out that fifty years later, most Americans remain convinced that the atomic bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki was necessary to end the war, and it's still more or less heresy to suggest otherwise. To say nothing of other acts of mass murder that go virtually unmentioned in the history textbooks. It's a rare nation that has made the effort to come to terms with its past the way West Germany or South Africa have.
Posted by: Dave | January 19, 2007 at 10:35 PM
This is all just shattering. The human rights community in Istanbul is in shock, and grieving. Dink was a colleague and an inspiration to so many there, here, and beyond. There's more to say about these matters of memory and history, about Egoyan's Ararat--bootlegs of which are sold openly on the streets in Istanbul, incidentally, despite the force of denialism--but I'll save them for later, and tonight mourn the loss.
Posted by: elizabeth | January 19, 2007 at 11:26 PM
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Posted by: dale | January 20, 2007 at 08:31 PM
I had come across the story and posted it on my blog. I was not aware of the circumstances surrounding the Armenian genocide until I investigated the story. I have pledged to use my blog to call fire and judgment on those who violate human rights, and I urge others to do the same - especially with genocides no one knows about.
Posted by: Weiwen Ng | January 21, 2007 at 10:05 PM
Dave - I agree, and I don't see this attitude of national self-analysis, let alone remorse, happening in the U.S. anytime soon.
Elizabeth - I'm so sorry for those of you who love Istanbul and have worked for human rights there. I hope you'll write more about it on your blog as well, when the grief is not quite so sharp.
Dale - thanks
Weiwen - Thank you very much for commenting at my blog - and I'm happy to find out about yours. I agree - we have some power to communicate things here that are not widely known, and in a personal way, and it's our responsibility to do that. I hope you'll continue reading here and commenting here.
Posted by: beth | January 22, 2007 at 09:22 AM