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I am a Descendent of a Genocide Survivor — but the Genocide is Unrecognized
How the policy of appeasement creates monsters in real-time.
I’m watching in horror as Azerbaijan continues its plans into Artsakh. I’m watching in horror because I know life is not fair.
I’ve known this since the very beginning.
I am part of the Armenian Diaspora. I am part of the Armenian community living thousands and thousands of miles from Armenia.
I am part of a community — an ancient people — that was systematically exterminated in the early 1900s by the Ottoman Empire. I am a descendent of a genocide survivor. Today, that genocide, the Armenian Genocide, is still largely unrecognized.
I’ve learned that, to the world at large, if you have oil and resources, you are valuable. If you have nothing to offer, the world will allow your people to be slaughtered. The facts will not matter. The truth is not given its day.
Over a hundred years later, some of the last Armenian lands that remain, those in Artsakh, are now under siege by Azerbaijan. Azerbaijan claims it is their land, even though they’ve been a country for about a hundred years and structures, churches, and cathedrals in that region date back to antiquity.
