By Meline Toumani
A younger Armenian-American is going to Turkey in a “love thine enemy” test that turns into a transformative mirrored image on how we use—and abuse—our own histories
Meline Toumani grew up in a close-knit Armenian neighborhood in New Jersey the place Turkish eating places have been kept away from and items made in Turkey have been boycotted. The resource of this enmity was once the Armenian genocide of 1915 by the hands of the Ottoman Turkish govt, and Turkey’s refusal to recognize it. A century onward, Armenian and Turkish lobbies spend 1000's of thousands of greenbacks to persuade governments, courts and students in their clashing models of history.
Frustrated by means of her community’s all-consuming campaigns for genocide acceptance, Toumani leaves a promising task at The big apple Times and strikes to Istanbul. rather than demonizing Turks, she units out to appreciate them, and in a sequence of impressive encounters over the process 4 years, she attempts to speak about the Armenian factor, discovering her method into conversations which are taboo and occasionally unlawful. alongside the way in which, we get a picture of Turkish society within the throes of swap, and an intimate portrait of a author coming to phrases with the problems that drove her midway around the world.
In this far-reaching quest, instructed with eloquence and gear, Toumani probes common questions: tips on how to belong to a group with no conforming to it, easy methods to recognize a tragedy with out exploiting it, and most significantly the way to be mindful a genocide with no perpetuating the type of hatred that gave upward thrust to it within the first position.
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She was ninety-six. “I was a little girl, I was playing ball, and my aunt and my uncle went to get the license, they were going to marry. ” “She’s referring to the Turks,” Aggie slipped in. “All of a sudden my grandmother grabbed me and pulled me inside. I said what’s the matter grandma? And she said it’s the Turks, they’ll take you! Come inside! “So we went in. We had a beautiful big yard in the house. And next door the neighbor, they put a stepladder and she said take the kid, we can go to the church or something and be protected.
That possibility was strong enough to keep me going throughout the other fifty weeks of the year. In between summers at Camp Haiastan, during the school term, I did everything I could to conjure the place. In those days before the Internet or digital photography, I contented myself by making pencil sketches from memory—the benches under a stand of pine trees, the entry gate with a sign that said “Paree Kalousd”—Welcome, in Armenian. Once, sitting on the floor of my bedroom, I spent hours drawing a minutely detailed map of the entire campground, attempting not to miss a single detail, from the swimming pool pump to the torn basketball nets.
And my mother was feeding the baby, we had a little baby, and they said why are you hiding your husband? And my mother says I didn’t know he was home. And they beat him and he said leave my family alone. And I was there crying. And my mother sitting feeding the baby. And the baby cried. So they took the baby, my baby brother who was little, maybe one month two months old, they took the baby so my father got mad. So they slapped my father very bad. They took my father, they left, and I was crying, crying, I want my father, I want my father.