Yesterday, marked the Centennial of the Armenian Genocide.
With the wisdom of Elie Wiesel who said, “There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest it,” a river of humanity moved and meandered far beyond the eyes could see through the streets of Los Angeles to protest injustice. Armenians and friends of Armenians marched in solidarity to acknowledge the one and half million lives perished at the hands of Ottoman Turkey in a genocidal attempt to systematically cleanse their identity. The few Armenians who survived the persecutions and who were forced to disperse throughout the globe, rose again to preserve their brave ancestry that never failed to prove their nation’s roots in Christianity.
There is a short story of a man at a bar who boasted of his unattached rootlessness to any country while others were demonstrating their extreme national and patriotic emotions. Later in the evening, after a few drinks, one man spoke harshly and criticized a small principality in one of the countries of the Balkans. The man without a country clenched his fist because he would not endure the insult to the place where he was born.
A big THANK YOU to all. It feels so good to have been one of the 130,000 thousand that marched in L.A. on April 24, 2015 in memory of our 1.5 million martyrs, sainted now, of a century ago.
Sorry, I missed you there Yeran. It was indeed a day to remember. It took me back to my earlier days of marching for causes I was passionately involved with. A true “feel so good” day.
On April 24, 2015, I did not participate in any marches or events as there weren’t any in Tucson but I lit a candle at home, said a little prayer and meditated for a while.
Sadness, hurt and anger, resilience, awareness and rebirth and maybe one day I was thinking an olive branch… Proud to be an Armenian, always.
I’m hoping we will see the olive branch too….But I must add…Turkey will need a huge tree to give out that many branches to…the Assyrians, Cypriots, Greeks, Armenians. Reconciliation is a beautiful act.