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December 01, 2005


In Detroit, at Wayne State University, there is in one of the buildings, a large classroom auditorium, with the story of the Armenian people in a huge mural around the top of the room. It is beautiful and,was for me, indecipherable when I was 19 and vague. I would go back now, and learn the story properly. I grew up around Armenian kids, and their often housebound grandmothers, their family relationships a mystery. There was an Armenian Hall around the corner. And I never thought to find out who these people were, just another group of immigrants in a city rich with immigrants.

Thank you for this story.

beautiful beth. she describes the body language of people without fear so strikingly.x

Beth, thank you for sharing this. Your last paragraph, after such a vivid account, is very shocking. How terrible to have one's past and memories denied. This must not be allowed.

Oh Beth, such a very sad story! I remember a while back when I posted about the film "Ararat" (http://www.marja-leena-rathje.info/archives/ararat_by_egoyan.php) that you made a reference to your mother-in-law in the comments. That movie opened my eyes to the genocide of the Armenians, that I'd only very vaguely heard about before. Did you ever see the film, Beth? To get back to the "against racism" theme (sorry I didn't write something!), I often wonder if that will ever end in this world!?

I have just bought the diary of an Armenian doctor in french but translated from the english version: «An Armenian doctor in Turkey. Garabed Hatcherian: My Smyrna Ordeal of 1922.»
What happened to the Armenian people is known as the first genocid recognised by the United Nations as such.

a beautiful piece. thank you for sharing with us. I've always wonder, at what point of our lives we become a person with compassion, loving, caring, respecting or hating, deceitful, unforgiving and angry?

A beautiful piece. Thank you.

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