The
first time I heard the word Armenian
we were at the table and I didn’t want to eat my vegetables. My father said,
“Think of the starving Armenians!” and when I asked, “What’s an Armenian?” he
shocked me by responding, “We are.”
Over
time I’ve learned that being tied to the word Armenian (our name used to be
Khachigian but became Catchick in America) means many different things. For
one, I was connected to a rich cultural heritage in that tiny country to the east
of Turkey. It also meant I am part of the Diaspora of Armenians living here in
America, on the East Coast, in the Detroit area and in L.A. Most of all, it
meant the entrance of that other oh-so-controversial word into my way of
thinking: for we Armenians are survivors of genocide.
Before
you can even finish typing the word Armenian
into the Google search bar, it prompts you with that other word, genocide. This word has become a part of
being an Armenian, as much as we associate Holocaust
with the Jews. The Armenian genocide occurred during World War I when over
a million and a half Armenians were rounded up by the Ottoman Turks and marched
off to die.
This Friday, April 24th,
marks the 100-year anniversary of these events, and just last week Pope Francis
called what happened to the Armenians the first genocide of the 20th
century. His use of this word has caused controversy with Turkey, as that
country, its leaders and others, including our own president, will not use the
word genocide to describe these
events, despite so many survivors’ reports.
Which brings us back to the
original question, is just saying a word really so important? Nothing can
change what happened 100 years ago or bring back the lives that were lost. Most
of the people with first hand knowledge of this tragedy are dead now. So what
does putting this label on those events do to change anything for those of us
who are already one or two generations removed?
But there is importance in it. Saying
the word, demands full recognition of what was done in the name of
Muslim-Christian disputes and desire for land. Saying the word acknowledges the
full extent of the atrocities that took the lives of unarmed women and
children. Saying the word requires that we look back with unflinching stoicism
at the truth of the darkness that lies within mankind’s heart.
Pope Francis did not reference the
Armenian Genocide of 1915 because it was the only time such things have
happened… he called it the first of
its kind. Today with ISIS waging war on Christians in the Middle East, and
tribal conflicts causing devastation among many countries in Africa, we can
surely recognize it is not the last time
we have seen such ethnic cleansing.
Now, more than ever, we must look
to our histories and learn from the lessons they will provide us.
The poet Dylan Thomas says, “And
you, my father, there on the sad height,/
Curse, bless, me now with your
fierce tears, I pray.
/ Do not go gentle into that good night.
/ Rage, rage
against the dying of the light.”
Remembering our dark pasts
is indeed both a curse and a blessing. It may seem gentler and more polite to
let the dark work genocide slip from
our memories of the Armenians. But we cannot let it go. We must rage against
the pain of our past with every word we have, for only then can we turn with wide-open
eyes to what will be demanded of us to prevent such cruelty in the future.
published in The Cheboygan Daily Tribune April 25-26 issue
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