Diasporas Can Disappear, the Homeland is forever

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Diasporas Can Disappear, the Homeland is forever

Posted By Paul Chaderjian On November 13, 2009 @ 7:47 pm In Columns,

Featured Story, Three Apples | No Comments

 

Once there was and there was not ...

 

... a neighborhood in a suburb of Kolkata, India, where a tall,

pristine white stone wall separates the grounds of a sparkling

Armenian church from a modern-day slum and its poverty, smells,

refuse, rabid dogs, and noisy rickshaws.

Security guards kept the native neighbors at bay as our group of

tourists entered and exited the church grounds. We were there a year

ago today, a group of Armenians from around the world making a

pilgrimage to India on the 300th anniversary of the founding of one of

the Armenian churches in Kolkata.

My stories of the journey and India are on the Internet, so there is

no sense in repeating Indian-Armenian history or reality. Why I write

this column is to convey abstract premonitions after my

nearly-month-long journey to the once-thriving Armenian community

there.

While the Mother See of Holy Etchmiadzin has done a remarkable job of

keeping our Indian-Armenian churches, schools, centers, and senior

home functioning, the once-thriving community has dwindled in

size. Armenians began leaving India after British merchants - backed

by the Empire's banks - began to eat away at the prosperous businesses

they had established under the directive of the Persian Shah Abass.

Dwindling profits and opportunities in better places like Australia

and the Americas initiated the decrease of the Armenian population in

India. A traveler today will find a beautiful and hospitable Armenian

community in various parts of India. They will also find far-away

churches that go unused, forgotten cemeteries that are visited once

every six months, and markers that record the history of a

once-super-sized and now-downsized Armenian community.

Next Stop, the Twilight Zone

A few days after the 300th anniversary of the St. Nazareth Church at

the Taj Bengal Hotel, and a few days before the mass murders of

tourists on the streets of India, I left Kolkata to embark on the

longest journey I've ever taken in my life.

It was the third week of November of 2008, and my journey began with

an hour-long drive to the airport through frenzied freeways where no

one follows traffic laws. There was a two-hour wait in a humid, fly

and mosquito-infested airport and a three-hour flight to Delhi. After

six-hours at the Delhi airport, there was an eight-hour flight to

London, another four hours in London, and another half-day flying

across the Atlantic to Los Angeles.

The journey not only felt like I was coming from another place on the

other side of the planet, but it felt like I was coming from another

time. The flights were like time machines bridging an old world with

the new, bridging the 2008 world of India with the dark realities that

are also possible in Los Angeles 300 years into the future.

Standing outside Tom Bradley terminal at LAX, listening to the

whistles of traffic cops, the commotion of the cars, smelling the

disgusting vapors of the buses, I flashed forward and realized how

possible it would be for a group of Armenian pilgrims to be waiting

for their tour bus in the year 2308.

These tourists would be arriving for their pilgrimage if our

country's corporations, politicians, and citizens keep on the

apocalyptic path they've been on for nearly a decade - a path of wars,

fear-mongering, fraud, and a path of ignoring the needs of the general

public.

I imagine if the rich and powerful in rich and powerful nations ignore

and abuse the masses, once-thriving nations become catastrophic

societies boiling over with poverty, ethnic and religious gangs,

lawlessness, and failing social systems.

The Armenians pilgrims would arrive from an elsewhere they would have

escaped to if our modern-day America becomes a place with an economy

so out-of control that our government could not feed, clothe, shelter,

educate, and employ its citizenry. Instead of humans evolving to

higher, more soulful creators, they would become dehumanized, banal,

and useless forms of life.

Apocalyptic America

In the apocalyptic America of 2308, the Armenian tourists would come

from a newer economy, from a society of abundance, from a future

elsewhere. They would arrive by ship from the Chinese province of

Hawaii, crossing the Great Ocean of the People's Republic. They would

come to see where their forebears lived and made history in what would

in the future be the United States of Mexico.

The pilgrims would pile into an air conditioned bus and drive through

thick clouds of smog, eastbound on pot-holed avenues like Wilshire and

Santa Monica. Freeways would be dismantled by then, fallen into

ill-repair or destroyed in turf wars. Entire portions of the city

would be abandoned or flooded by the L.A. River whose concrete walls

would have fallen apart letting nature control the flow of water in

our basin.

The bus would have to maneuver past cattle and donkeys, past hawkers

selling fragments of sidewalks from the Walk of Fame and pieces of the

Hollywood sign. The bus would have to get past abandoned cars, bricks

from fallen buildings, and drive through gravel or dirt roads to make

its way to our old churches in Hollywood or Montebello. The visitors

would tour our school campuses in Orange County and Pasadena, marvel

at how well-kept they are by the Holy See, and wonder why Armenians

had settled in the Americas, in this flooded and broken down Babylon.

Hispanic-Armenians would entertain the visitors with images downloaded

to the visitors' hand-held computing and communication devices. These

images, sights and sounds, would be from school video yearbooks and

parades and dinner-dances.

The remaining Armenians of the Americas would recount for the visitors

the days when Armenian basketball teams were crowned regional

champions. They would talk about how Armenians ran the Hollywood

studios, the casinos, and the military-industrial businesses that had

eventually caused the failure of the most powerful nation in the

world.

They would gleefully talk about the Kardashian Clan and how it ruled

the sex and fashion industries while the Cult of the Partamians used

comedy to battle the Kardashians in their individuals quests for

ideological and TV ratings rule of the diaspora during the

democracy-through-television era entertainment wars between Armenians.

The tour guide in 2308 would even make arrangements for the visitors

to take smaller off-road vehicles on a day-long journey into the

mountains of Southern California, where the tourists would see the

camps where Armenian children spent summers before the devastating

fires that burnt all vegetation away.

Starbucks Fix at the Grove

Before the doomsday scenarios had a chance to ferment in my mind, my

friend Arsen who had picked me up from LAX suggested we stop at the

Grove and get some coffee in me. With the first sip of caffeine, the

scenarios of a doomed L.A. disappeared but the premonition of what

could happen to the American-Armenian community and to our beloved

America have stayed in my mind for the past year.

While the scenario of the dwindling Indian-Armenian community may be

probable for any diasporan community around the world, what would

remain true is what was true 300 years ago in India. The community

there always had its eye on the Homeland. Diasporan communities,

wherever they may rise-up in the future, will also have their eyes and

hearts on the Homeland.

In India 300 years ago, the visionaries dreamt of returning one day to

their beloved and mythical Armenia, their ancestral birthplace. They

wrote volumes about an independent Homeland, where all citizens were

equals. They sang songs about Ararat and about their historic culture

of heroes. They did as we do now and as our remnant communities will

do in 300 years.

A year ago, I deplaned from a jetliner, half-asleep, seeing the chaos

around LAX, and imagined they were the same as the sights and sounds

from the rat-infested, decrepit railroad station in Kolkata. I

imagined other diasporan communities being abandoned by our people as

we made our way to newer economies and newer nations with better

opportunities. I imagined Armenians taking their children away from

civil or foreign wars, from poverty, and from crime and chaos.

I imagined Armenians landing and making a community in more hospitable

lands, where the survival of our identity would be ensured. I also

imagined our footprint in Southern California resembling the

disappearing footprint of the Armenian community in India.

A year ago, I deplaned ready to rent a tux and raise money on

Thanksgiving to build infrastructure in the independent and liberated

homelands, knowing that while diasporan communities come and go, our

focus will always be the Homeland.

Even though I will not be asking you for your donations this

Thanksgiving, I ask you to always connect your identity, existence,

and essence to that place you may today love or hate, that place which

is your ancestral birthplace and your grand children's final

destination.

Connect your identity to our Homeland and do what must be done to

ensure its survival not only for the next 300 years, but for another

3000 years.

And three apples fell from heaven: one for the storyteller, one for

him who made him tell it, and one for you the reader.

 

 

 

Article printed from Asbarez News: http://www.asbarez.com

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[Louise]

Diasporas Can Disappear, the Homeland is forever

Posted By Paul Chaderjian On November 13, 2009 @ 7:47 pm In Columns,

Featured Story, Three Apples | No Comments

 

Once there was and there was not ...

 

... a neighborhood in a suburb of Kolkata, India, where a tall,

pristine white stone wall separates the grounds of a sparkling

Armenian church from a modern-day slum and its poverty, smells,

refuse, rabid dogs, and noisy rickshaws.

Security guards kept the native neighbors at bay as our group of

tourists entered and exited the church grounds. We were there a year

ago today, a group of Armenians from around the world making a

pilgrimage to India on the 300th anniversary of the founding of one of

the Armenian churches in Kolkata.

My stories of the journey and India are on the Internet, so there is

no sense in repeating Indian-Armenian history or reality. Why I write

this column is to convey abstract premonitions after my

nearly-month-long journey to the once-thriving Armenian community

there.

While the Mother See of Holy Etchmiadzin has done a remarkable job of

keeping our Indian-Armenian churches, schools, centers, and senior

home functioning, the once-thriving community has dwindled in

size. Armenians began leaving India after British merchants - backed

by the Empire's banks - began to eat away at the prosperous businesses

they had established under the directive of the Persian Shah Abass.

Dwindling profits and opportunities in better places like Australia

and the Americas initiated the decrease of the Armenian population in

India. A traveler today will find a beautiful and hospitable Armenian

community in various parts of India. They will also find far-away

churches that go unused, forgotten cemeteries that are visited once

every six months, and markers that record the history of a

once-super-sized and now-downsized Armenian community.

Next Stop, the Twilight Zone

A few days after the 300th anniversary of the St. Nazareth Church at

the Taj Bengal Hotel, and a few days before the mass murders of

tourists on the streets of India, I left Kolkata to embark on the

longest journey I've ever taken in my life.

It was the third week of November of 2008, and my journey began with

an hour-long drive to the airport through frenzied freeways where no

one follows traffic laws. There was a two-hour wait in a humid, fly

and mosquito-infested airport and a three-hour flight to Delhi. After

six-hours at the Delhi airport, there was an eight-hour flight to

London, another four hours in London, and another half-day flying

across the Atlantic to Los Angeles.

The journey not only felt like I was coming from another place on the

other side of the planet, but it felt like I was coming from another

time. The flights were like time machines bridging an old world with

the new, bridging the 2008 world of India with the dark realities that

are also possible in Los Angeles 300 years into the future.

Standing outside Tom Bradley terminal at LAX, listening to the

whistles of traffic cops, the commotion of the cars, smelling the

disgusting vapors of the buses, I flashed forward and realized how

possible it would be for a group of Armenian pilgrims to be waiting

for their tour bus in the year 2308.

These tourists would be arriving for their pilgrimage if our

country's corporations, politicians, and citizens keep on the

apocalyptic path they've been on for nearly a decade - a path of wars,

fear-mongering, fraud, and a path of ignoring the needs of the general

public.

I imagine if the rich and powerful in rich and powerful nations ignore

and abuse the masses, once-thriving nations become catastrophic

societies boiling over with poverty, ethnic and religious gangs,

lawlessness, and failing social systems.

The Armenians pilgrims would arrive from an elsewhere they would have

escaped to if our modern-day America becomes a place with an economy

so out-of control that our government could not feed, clothe, shelter,

educate, and employ its citizenry. Instead of humans evolving to

higher, more soulful creators, they would become dehumanized, banal,

and useless forms of life.

Apocalyptic America

In the apocalyptic America of 2308, the Armenian tourists would come

from a newer economy, from a society of abundance, from a future

elsewhere. They would arrive by ship from the Chinese province of

Hawaii, crossing the Great Ocean of the People's Republic. They would

come to see where their forebears lived and made history in what would

in the future be the United States of Mexico.

The pilgrims would pile into an air conditioned bus and drive through

thick clouds of smog, eastbound on pot-holed avenues like Wilshire and

Santa Monica. Freeways would be dismantled by then, fallen into

ill-repair or destroyed in turf wars. Entire portions of the city

would be abandoned or flooded by the L.A. River whose concrete walls

would have fallen apart letting nature control the flow of water in

our basin.

The bus would have to maneuver past cattle and donkeys, past hawkers

selling fragments of sidewalks from the Walk of Fame and pieces of the

Hollywood sign. The bus would have to get past abandoned cars, bricks

from fallen buildings, and drive through gravel or dirt roads to make

its way to our old churches in Hollywood or Montebello. The visitors

would tour our school campuses in Orange County and Pasadena, marvel

at how well-kept they are by the Holy See, and wonder why Armenians

had settled in the Americas, in this flooded and broken down Babylon.

Hispanic-Armenians would entertain the visitors with images downloaded

to the visitors' hand-held computing and communication devices. These

images, sights and sounds, would be from school video yearbooks and

parades and dinner-dances.

The remaining Armenians of the Americas would recount for the visitors

the days when Armenian basketball teams were crowned regional

champions. They would talk about how Armenians ran the Hollywood

studios, the casinos, and the military-industrial businesses that had

eventually caused the failure of the most powerful nation in the

world.

They would gleefully talk about the Kardashian Clan and how it ruled

the sex and fashion industries while the Cult of the Partamians used

comedy to battle the Kardashians in their individuals quests for

ideological and TV ratings rule of the diaspora during the

democracy-through-television era entertainment wars between Armenians.

The tour guide in 2308 would even make arrangements for the visitors

to take smaller off-road vehicles on a day-long journey into the

mountains of Southern California, where the tourists would see the

camps where Armenian children spent summers before the devastating

fires that burnt all vegetation away.

Starbucks Fix at the Grove

Before the doomsday scenarios had a chance to ferment in my mind, my

friend Arsen who had picked me up from LAX suggested we stop at the

Grove and get some coffee in me. With the first sip of caffeine, the

scenarios of a doomed L.A. disappeared but the premonition of what

could happen to the American-Armenian community and to our beloved

America have stayed in my mind for the past year.

While the scenario of the dwindling Indian-Armenian community may be

probable for any diasporan community around the world, what would

remain true is what was true 300 years ago in India. The community

there always had its eye on the Homeland. Diasporan communities,

wherever they may rise-up in the future, will also have their eyes and

hearts on the Homeland.

In India 300 years ago, the visionaries dreamt of returning one day to

their beloved and mythical Armenia, their ancestral birthplace. They

wrote volumes about an independent Homeland, where all citizens were

equals. They sang songs about Ararat and about their historic culture

of heroes. They did as we do now and as our remnant communities will

do in 300 years.

A year ago, I deplaned from a jetliner, half-asleep, seeing the chaos

around LAX, and imagined they were the same as the sights and sounds

from the rat-infested, decrepit railroad station in Kolkata. I

imagined other diasporan communities being abandoned by our people as

we made our way to newer economies and newer nations with better

opportunities. I imagined Armenians taking their children away from

civil or foreign wars, from poverty, and from crime and chaos.

I imagined Armenians landing and making a community in more hospitable

lands, where the survival of our identity would be ensured. I also

imagined our footprint in Southern California resembling the

disappearing footprint of the Armenian community in India.

A year ago, I deplaned ready to rent a tux and raise money on

Thanksgiving to build infrastructure in the independent and liberated

homelands, knowing that while diasporan communities come and go, our

focus will always be the Homeland.

Even though I will not be asking you for your donations this

Thanksgiving, I ask you to always connect your identity, existence,

and essence to that place you may today love or hate, that place which

is your ancestral birthplace and your grand children's final

destination.

Connect your identity to our Homeland and do what must be done to

ensure its survival not only for the next 300 years, but for another

3000 years.

And three apples fell from heaven: one for the storyteller, one for

him who made him tell it, and one for you the reader.

 

 

 

Article printed from Asbarez News: http://www.asbarez.com

URL to article:

http://www.asbarez.com/2009/11/13/three-apples-diasporas-can-disappear-the-homeland-is-forever/

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I have read your article from Asbarez and asked to receive the newspaper by e-mail.

As to the question about the diaspora, I don't think the diaspora of US can disappear, because

they are too numerous, and have been to armenian school.

In France, we had very few schools, 2 or 3, and it was too expensive for refugees.

So, I learnt armenian from my father and mother, I learnt to read and write, that's all.

I did not know nothing else about the culture, except the Bible and the prayers.

And about history, I knew only the story of deportation and genocide.

later on, I read the armenian literature and poetry, and many songs. But my children

do not speak armenian, and in other families of armenian refugees it's all the same.

Our children have been to French schools, thay have a French culture. I hope one day

they will go to Armenia. Like tourists. There is a diaspora in France, but when we old

people will die, I don't think there will be a diaspora.

 

Louise Kifffer-Sarian

[Zibausa]

Diasporas Can Disappear, the Homeland is forever

Posted By Paul Chaderjian On November 13, 2009 @ 7:47 pm In Columns,

Featured Story, Three Apples | No Comments

 

Once there was and there was not ...

 

... a neighborhood in a suburb of Kolkata, India, where a tall,

pristine white stone wall separates the grounds of a sparkling

Armenian church from a modern-day slum and its poverty, smells,

refuse, rabid dogs, and noisy rickshaws.

Security guards kept the native neighbors at bay as our group of

tourists entered and exited the church grounds. We were there a year

ago today, a group of Armenians from around the world making a

pilgrimage to India on the 300th anniversary of the founding of one of

the Armenian churches in Kolkata.

My stories of the journey and India are on the Internet, so there is

no sense in repeating Indian-Armenian history or reality. Why I write

this column is to convey abstract premonitions after my

nearly-month-long journey to the once-thriving Armenian community

there.

While the Mother See of Holy Etchmiadzin has done a remarkable job of

keeping our Indian-Armenian churches, schools, centers, and senior

home functioning, the once-thriving community has dwindled in

size. Armenians began leaving India after British merchants - backed

by the Empire's banks - began to eat away at the prosperous businesses

they had established under the directive of the Persian Shah Abass.

Dwindling profits and opportunities in better places like Australia

and the Americas initiated the decrease of the Armenian population in

India. A traveler today will find a beautiful and hospitable Armenian

community in various parts of India. They will also find far-away

churches that go unused, forgotten cemeteries that are visited once

every six months, and markers that record the history of a

once-super-sized and now-downsized Armenian community.

Next Stop, the Twilight Zone

A few days after the 300th anniversary of the St. Nazareth Church at

the Taj Bengal Hotel, and a few days before the mass murders of

tourists on the streets of India, I left Kolkata to embark on the

longest journey I've ever taken in my life.

It was the third week of November of 2008, and my journey began with

an hour-long drive to the airport through frenzied freeways where no

one follows traffic laws. There was a two-hour wait in a humid, fly

and mosquito-infested airport and a three-hour flight to Delhi. After

six-hours at the Delhi airport, there was an eight-hour flight to

London, another four hours in London, and another half-day flying

across the Atlantic to Los Angeles.

The journey not only felt like I was coming from another place on the

other side of the planet, but it felt like I was coming from another

time. The flights were like time machines bridging an old world with

the new, bridging the 2008 world of India with the dark realities that

are also possible in Los Angeles 300 years into the future.

Standing outside Tom Bradley terminal at LAX, listening to the

whistles of traffic cops, the commotion of the cars, smelling the

disgusting vapors of the buses, I flashed forward and realized how

possible it would be for a group of Armenian pilgrims to be waiting

for their tour bus in the year 2308.

These tourists would be arriving for their pilgrimage if our

country's corporations, politicians, and citizens keep on the

apocalyptic path they've been on for nearly a decade - a path of wars,

fear-mongering, fraud, and a path of ignoring the needs of the general

public.

I imagine if the rich and powerful in rich and powerful nations ignore

and abuse the masses, once-thriving nations become catastrophic

societies boiling over with poverty, ethnic and religious gangs,

lawlessness, and failing social systems.

The Armenians pilgrims would arrive from an elsewhere they would have

escaped to if our modern-day America becomes a place with an economy

so out-of control that our government could not feed, clothe, shelter,

educate, and employ its citizenry. Instead of humans evolving to

higher, more soulful creators, they would become dehumanized, banal,

and useless forms of life.

Apocalyptic America

In the apocalyptic America of 2308, the Armenian tourists would come

from a newer economy, from a society of abundance, from a future

elsewhere. They would arrive by ship from the Chinese province of

Hawaii, crossing the Great Ocean of the People's Republic. They would

come to see where their forebears lived and made history in what would

in the future be the United States of Mexico.

The pilgrims would pile into an air conditioned bus and drive through

thick clouds of smog, eastbound on pot-holed avenues like Wilshire and

Santa Monica. Freeways would be dismantled by then, fallen into

ill-repair or destroyed in turf wars. Entire portions of the city

would be abandoned or flooded by the L.A. River whose concrete walls

would have fallen apart letting nature control the flow of water in

our basin.

The bus would have to maneuver past cattle and donkeys, past hawkers

selling fragments of sidewalks from the Walk of Fame and pieces of the

Hollywood sign. The bus would have to get past abandoned cars, bricks

from fallen buildings, and drive through gravel or dirt roads to make

its way to our old churches in Hollywood or Montebello. The visitors

would tour our school campuses in Orange County and Pasadena, marvel

at how well-kept they are by the Holy See, and wonder why Armenians

had settled in the Americas, in this flooded and broken down Babylon.

Hispanic-Armenians would entertain the visitors with images downloaded

to the visitors' hand-held computing and communication devices. These

images, sights and sounds, would be from school video yearbooks and

parades and dinner-dances.

The remaining Armenians of the Americas would recount for the visitors

the days when Armenian basketball teams were crowned regional

champions. They would talk about how Armenians ran the Hollywood

studios, the casinos, and the military-industrial businesses that had

eventually caused the failure of the most powerful nation in the

world.

They would gleefully talk about the Kardashian Clan and how it ruled

the sex and fashion industries while the Cult of the Partamians used

comedy to battle the Kardashians in their individuals quests for

ideological and TV ratings rule of the diaspora during the

democracy-through-television era entertainment wars between Armenians.

The tour guide in 2308 would even make arrangements for the visitors

to take smaller off-road vehicles on a day-long journey into the

mountains of Southern California, where the tourists would see the

camps where Armenian children spent summers before the devastating

fires that burnt all vegetation away.

Starbucks Fix at the Grove

Before the doomsday scenarios had a chance to ferment in my mind, my

friend Arsen who had picked me up from LAX suggested we stop at the

Grove and get some coffee in me. With the first sip of caffeine, the

scenarios of a doomed L.A. disappeared but the premonition of what

could happen to the American-Armenian community and to our beloved

America have stayed in my mind for the past year.

While the scenario of the dwindling Indian-Armenian community may be

probable for any diasporan community around the world, what would

remain true is what was true 300 years ago in India. The community

there always had its eye on the Homeland. Diasporan communities,

wherever they may rise-up in the future, will also have their eyes and

hearts on the Homeland.

In India 300 years ago, the visionaries dreamt of returning one day to

their beloved and mythical Armenia, their ancestral birthplace. They

wrote volumes about an independent Homeland, where all citizens were

equals. They sang songs about Ararat and about their historic culture

of heroes. They did as we do now and as our remnant communities will

do in 300 years.

A year ago, I deplaned from a jetliner, half-asleep, seeing the chaos

around LAX, and imagined they were the same as the sights and sounds

from the rat-infested, decrepit railroad station in Kolkata. I

imagined other diasporan communities being abandoned by our people as

we made our way to newer economies and newer nations with better

opportunities. I imagined Armenians taking their children away from

civil or foreign wars, from poverty, and from crime and chaos.

I imagined Armenians landing and making a community in more hospitable

lands, where the survival of our identity would be ensured. I also

imagined our footprint in Southern California resembling the

disappearing footprint of the Armenian community in India.

A year ago, I deplaned ready to rent a tux and raise money on

Thanksgiving to build infrastructure in the independent and liberated

homelands, knowing that while diasporan communities come and go, our

focus will always be the Homeland.

Even though I will not be asking you for your donations this

Thanksgiving, I ask you to always connect your identity, existence,

and essence to that place you may today love or hate, that place which

is your ancestral birthplace and your grand children's final

destination.

Connect your identity to our Homeland and do what must be done to

ensure its survival not only for the next 300 years, but for another

3000 years.

And three apples fell from heaven: one for the storyteller, one for

him who made him tell it, and one for you the reader.

 

 

 

Article printed from Asbarez News: http://www.asbarez.com

URL to article:

http://www.asbarez.com/2009/11/13/three-apples-diasporas-can-disappear-the-homeland-is-forever/

 

hello

 

what i understood from u post is that those diaspora from where ever one day will vanish but our homeland still will be there. the only way that any diaspora will ever vanish is when parents and its community stop teaching about who we were, where we came from and who we are now, specially the parents, it is the responsibility of every parent to talk about and teach the young ens about our history, and if parents stop doing that they have made the biggest crime to themselves and their future generation.

it is our soul responsibility to keep our culture and race alive.this is the only way our culture and race can survive.

by doing this diaspora (from any where) will survive and it will continue to fight for what ever is important.

[Yervant1]

hello

 

what i understood from u post is that those diaspora from where ever one day will vanish but our homeland still will be there. the only way that any diaspora will ever vanish is when parents and its community stop teaching about who we were, where we came from and who we are now, specially the parents, it is the responsibility of every parent to talk about and teach the young ens about our history, and if parents stop doing that they have made the biggest crime to themselves and their future generation.

it is our soul responsibility to keep our culture and race alive.this is the only way our culture and race can survive.

by doing this diaspora (from any where) will survive and it will continue to fight for what ever is important.

Hi Zibausa,

 

Welcome to Hyeforum, yes you make a good point that we need to pass our culture to the next generation, but I like to remind you that sometimes diasporas dissappear by other factors as well due to political and economical reasons.

[Azat]

the only way Diaspora will survive is if the Homeland is powerful enough to support the culture and language in the Diaspora, else its only a matter of time...

[Boghos]

the only way Diaspora will survive is if the Homeland is powerful enough to support the culture and language in the Diaspora, else its only a matter of time...

 

Exactly. Where are the communities of Poland and Hungary? They disappeared a long time ago. Same will happen in many other places. Chile is a minor community but also fast disappearing. In Brazil prospects are not very good. If you don't have a high standards Armenian school, it is just a matter of time.Placing hope in Armenia to sustain diaspora life is probably not a good idea.

 

Armenia diaspora communities especially in North America, Europe and Australia got an injection of new blood after the Lebanese Civil War, Nasser in Egypt, Khomeini in Iran and the fall of the Soviet Union. These are not recurrent events. They were catalysts for further weakening of the diaspora long term as these were precisely the most hermetic communities.

 

Russia is an interesting case and little understood. A reflection of post-Genocide Soviet Armenia life. Perhaps there is some hope there. Perhaps.

[Zibausa]

Hi Zibausa,

 

Welcome to Hyeforum, yes you make a good point that we need to pass our culture to the next generation, but I like to remind you that sometimes diasporas dissappear by other factors as well due to political and economical reasons.

 

 

Thank you very much Yervant1,

 

ok now i am confused you say the other reason might be political & economical reason, would you please explain.

 

thanks

[Zibausa]

the only way Diaspora will survive is if the Homeland is powerful enough to support the culture and language in the Diaspora, else its only a matter of time...

 

 

Hello Azat,

 

I do not agree with you, u see i have never been in my homeland, but all my life i supported my homeland in any shape or form that i could. yet as an Armenian i kept my culture and custom and i made sure people around me to do the same.

acutely it is the other way around our Homeland has never done anything for me, and i do not expect anything from my Homeland either. it is my responsibility to keep continue as one individual (diaspora) my best as i can to continue to fight for Justis and 4 my homeland.

 

how ever i do hope and prey that my homeland to wake up and smell the coffee, everything has its own limit, the anarchy which is running in the country for many years must stop.

Edited September 6, 2010 by Zibausa

[Yervant1]

Thank you very much Yervant1,

 

ok now i am confused you say the other reason might be political & economical reason, would you please explain.

 

thanks

What I mean by political and economical is this; For example because of war in Iraq, the Armenian community of Baghdad is almost eradicated and very few of them left there. Also for the same reason the Armenian community in Lebanon would have been over half a million by now if the civil war had not happened there, where as now it's under hundred thousand of them left there. Same goes for the Armenians of Jerusalem whom left the city for better life elsewhere. I hope this cleared the confusion.