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The <strong>Armenia</strong>n Reporter | November 8, 2008 23CommentaryLiving in<strong>Armenia</strong>December 7, 198820 years onby Maria TitizianIt had been a long <strong>and</strong> grueling federal electioncampaign. We had worked tirelessly forweeks to elect the first Canadian-<strong>Armenia</strong>nto Canada’s parliament. We had canvasseddoor to door throughout the riding, placedcampaign signs, organized town hall meetings,made thous<strong>and</strong>s of phone calls, mobilizedvolunteers, <strong>and</strong> tried to get out the voteon Election Day. I had been at the campaignoffice every day, working sometimes till lateat night along with hundreds of other volunteers.The year was 1988. Unfortunately allour efforts had been in vain <strong>and</strong> our c<strong>and</strong>idatehad been forced to concede defeat.I was disappointed <strong>and</strong> exhausted. I wasalso five months pregnant, <strong>and</strong> my mother’sconstant phone calls over the course of thecampaign, begging me to go home, had finallysunk in. So once the campaign signs had beencollected <strong>and</strong> the office cleared away, underthe pretext that I needed to rest, I asked myfellow volunteers from our community tokindly leave me alone <strong>and</strong> not call me. In realityI needed a break from all things <strong>Armenia</strong>n.The very next day, early in the morning, Ireceived a call from one of our communityleaders. His voice was strained but my annoyanceat being called early in the morningprevented me from immediately sensing thatsomething was wrong. I was half listeningto what he was trying to tell me, mutteringunder my breath that hadn’t I asked to beleft alone? Sensing my tone, he came straightto the point. “There’s been an earthquake in<strong>Armenia</strong>,” he said. “You have to come.” Hedidn’t need to continue. I was at the center ina matter of minutes.When I walked into the <strong>Armenia</strong>n <strong>Community</strong>Center in Toronto, the gravity <strong>and</strong>magnitude of what would become one of<strong>Armenia</strong>’s greatest tragedies was written onevery face. I remember sitting around a largetable with my fellow <strong>Armenia</strong>ns listening tothe news reports flooding in <strong>and</strong> watchingthe images of devastation, feeling helpless<strong>and</strong> terrified. The homel<strong>and</strong>, that ephemeralplot of l<strong>and</strong> that we only knew as Soviet <strong>Armenia</strong>,was somewhere far away, dreamlike<strong>and</strong> not within reach. But on this day, weall felt her in our blood. Ten months earlier,when the Karabakh movement had burstonto the pages of our lives, it had broughther closer to us. But this, this unspeakableunkindness of Mother Earth, had knockedthe wind out of us <strong>and</strong> made our knees buckle.But not for long.My community, like every single <strong>Armenia</strong>ncommunity throughout the globe, came togetherthe day the earth moved under thefeet of our homel<strong>and</strong>. Men, women, children,<strong>Armenia</strong>n, non-<strong>Armenia</strong>n, religious, agnostic– it didn’t matter. At 11:40 A.M. on December7, 1988, every <strong>Armenia</strong>n on the planet felt thetremor. Ramgavar, Hnchak, Dashnak, Marxist,liberal, socialist, communist – it didn’t matter.We all came together in the form of onesoul, one spirit, one streak of determination.The day the earth moved is the day we putaside our provincial differences <strong>and</strong> mobilized.We collected money, food, clothes, medicine,equipment, anything that could potentiallysave a single precious human soul. The kindnessof humanity, of our humanity shone theday the earth under <strong>Armenia</strong> moved.The days <strong>and</strong> weeks that followed are nowa distant memory to most of us. But I wouldbet my life that there isn’t a single <strong>Armenia</strong>nwho doesn’t remember where they werewhen they heard the news. For it was a littlemuch – wasn’t there a quota on tragedy <strong>and</strong>hadn’t we fulfilled ours in the 20th century?Once again, we were all in the service ofour community. Just days earlier we hadfocused all of our time <strong>and</strong> energy workingon an election campaign, thinking that ourlives depended on it. And now? Now we wereworking to save the lives of our compatriots.How the world changed overnight. Eachmorning I would rise, drive to the communitycenter <strong>and</strong> work with fellow volunteers makingphone calls, asking large corporationsto donate whatever they could – everythingfrom peanuts to pudding to dried milk tocanned goods. Soon, the small piles of donatedclothes turned into mountains. VolunteersThe day theearth movedcouldn’t keep up with people walking into <strong>Armenia</strong>ncommunity centers throughout thecity donating whatever they could.We were driven by a need to do the impossible,for the death toll kept rising. First itwas hundreds, <strong>and</strong> then thous<strong>and</strong>s, <strong>and</strong> thentens of thous<strong>and</strong>s. How much more couldwe afford to lose? Every time we heard ofsomeone being pulled out of the rubble alivewas cause for momentary celebration, clapping<strong>and</strong> laughing intermingled with tearsthat kept flowing.On a particularly tiring <strong>and</strong> difficult day, Iremember st<strong>and</strong>ing in the doorway to oneof the offices in our center that had beenconverted into earthquake comm<strong>and</strong> central.At this point, I was not only showing but wasclearly pregnant, wobbling from one end ofthe center to the other. My mother had givenup calling to tell me to go home; she knewthat anything she said would ring emptynext to the reality of the number of thosewho had died. That day one of our older communitymembers, overcome with emotion,boldly <strong>and</strong> unexpectedly placed his h<strong>and</strong> onmy belly <strong>and</strong> said, “Thank God you are hereeveryday beside us. The life growing insideyou gives us hope, makes us believe that aftereverything that was lost, there will be newlife after all.”Somehow my unborn daughter, unbeknownto her <strong>and</strong> me, had traveled to thel<strong>and</strong> of her gr<strong>and</strong>parents that summer, Ainjar<strong>and</strong> Kessab; had suffered along with amost stubborn mother during a federal electioncampaign; <strong>and</strong> now was being asked toendure the emotional strain that her peoplehad been asked to bear, all before she was allowedto come into the world.Carrying her, despite the fatigue <strong>and</strong> exhaustion,gave me strength <strong>and</strong> hope, whichshe bravely continues to do every single dayof her life. Her courage, determination, <strong>and</strong>love for her motherl<strong>and</strong> is so innate <strong>and</strong> sonatural that I am convinced her travails whilestill in the womb undoubtedly infected hersubconscience with all things good <strong>and</strong> allthings <strong>Armenia</strong>n. For me, my daughter, allof our daughters <strong>and</strong> sons who were bornafter the earth moved, are the symbols of ourcountry’s future.I first came to <strong>Armenia</strong> ten years after theearthquake. I went to the earthquake zone. Isaw the remnants of the devastation. I sawthe homeless families still living in domiks. Isaw the rows of homes donated by differentcountries. I saw the church, hastily erectedin Spitak, made of tin, to allow mourners tobeseech their Lord <strong>and</strong> ask for the will to goon living. I saw all of this. I recalled all thatwe had done to help – the days <strong>and</strong> weeksof sleepless nights. I realized it had been likea drop of water in the ocean. I wondered ifall those things we had collected <strong>and</strong> senthad made a difference to those who sufferedso much loss. Whether it did or not, I don’tknow. What I do know is that it made a differencefor us. The earthquake became realonly after I saw with my eyes, even after tenyears the unfairness of it all.As the 20th anniversary of the earthquakeof 1988 creeps closer, it should give us all timeto pause <strong>and</strong> not only remember those whoperished, but also those who survived <strong>and</strong>carried on despite their unspeakable loss <strong>and</strong>pain. We should pause to remember all thosewho came to the aid of our nation. We shouldremember all those young children whocollected coins in faraway countries, thosegr<strong>and</strong>mothers who knitted sweaters, <strong>and</strong>those people who gave all of their energy <strong>and</strong>courage <strong>and</strong> assistance <strong>and</strong> humanity to theirfellow man. Out of misery <strong>and</strong> sorrow onemust search for a light. Those lives will neverbe replaced. Those left behind will never forgettheir loss. Those who tried to help willalways wonder if they could have done more.All I know is this is who we are <strong>and</strong> this iswhat fate has h<strong>and</strong>ed us. We have suffered,we have experienced devastation, but wehave been loved <strong>and</strong> we are lucky, each <strong>and</strong>every one of us, to be alive to cherish ourhomel<strong>and</strong> which is slowly <strong>and</strong> painfully risingup against insurmountable odds – fromearthquake to war to nation building. Twentyyears on, I also know that being here onthis soil, which is unstable, unsteady, <strong>and</strong> soprone to tremors gives me strength. fRemember December 7, 1988?A devastating earthquake struck the <strong>Armenia</strong>nSoviet Socialist Republic 20 yearsago on December 7. Do you rememberthat day? What were your reactions?What did you do in the hours, days, <strong>and</strong>weeks that followed? What did your family<strong>and</strong> your community do? Were youamong the hundreds of thous<strong>and</strong>s whogave what you could <strong>and</strong> prayed? Wereyou among the thous<strong>and</strong>s who reachedout, collected donations, <strong>and</strong> sent themforward? Were you among the hundredswho flew to the earthquake zone to volunteer?Share your stories with us! And perhapsyou have an album or box of photographsfrom those days, gathering dust somewhere.Share your pictures with us! We will poststories <strong>and</strong> photographs on our website,www.reporter.am, <strong>and</strong> include a selectionin the newspaper.You don’t have to be a great writer, <strong>and</strong>the photos need not be masterpieces. fThe email address to use is quake@reporter.amIf you have many pictures, you might postthem to flickr <strong>and</strong> use the keyword “armenian-reporter”tion, <strong>and</strong> exclusively peaceful conflict resolution3 include each <strong>and</strong> every South Caucasusself-governing entity in all American-inspiredmultilateral efforts <strong>and</strong> in all bilateralcontacts, including Nagorno-Karabakh,South Ossetia, <strong>and</strong> Abkhazia3 include all of the traditional contiguouspowers (Russia, Turkey, <strong>and</strong> Iran) in allSouth Caucasus normalization approaches inaddition to the EU <strong>and</strong> China3 end the Bush Administration’s unequaltreatment of the principles of territorial integrityversus self-determination, which inthe South Caucasus is tantamount to Americansupport for Stalinist border manipulationsthat are the core of extant territorialconflictsThe exact time that the earthquake struck.Photo: Photolure.The Obama administration: What’s next forthe <strong>Armenia</strong>n-American community?n Continued from page 22LettersAbp. Derderian is a true“Tower of Strength”Sir:Your article featuring Archbishop HovnanDerderian, Primate of the <strong>Armenia</strong>nChurch of America, Western Diocese, was anoutst<strong>and</strong>ing tribute to an outst<strong>and</strong>ing servantof God.Ishkhan Jinbashian was able to catch thetrue essence of the personality, the spiritual<strong>and</strong> physical being of His Eminence.I am one of those fortunate individualswho had the honor <strong>and</strong> the privilege to workwith him on his outreach <strong>and</strong> service programsfor almost a decade.A “Tower of Strength” is a fitting term for3 treat <strong>Armenia</strong>, Azerbaijan, <strong>and</strong> Georgiaequally with visiting U.S. officials, by includingeach nation in every regional tour,thereby reinforcing the essential concept ofan inseparable <strong>and</strong> indivisible South Caucasusat peace internally <strong>and</strong> moving forwarddevelopmentally without destabilizing winners<strong>and</strong> losersAnd to restore America’s proper leadingrole in ending genocide, the Obama Administrationmust reaffirm the fact <strong>and</strong> extractthe enduring lessons of the <strong>Armenia</strong>n Genocide.During his term in office, PresidentObama can formally <strong>and</strong> irrevocably recognizethis crime against humanity. By sodoing, he will fulfill his multiple campaignpromises <strong>and</strong> serve as a credible bridge betweenthe governments <strong>and</strong> peoples of <strong>Armenia</strong><strong>and</strong> Turkey.fthis spiritual leader. He has a charismatic<strong>and</strong> a larger-than-life presence wherever hehappens to be. Inspired by the life <strong>and</strong> worksof his spiritual father, His Holiness VazkenI, of blessed memory, he served the faithfulin Canada with compassion, dedication, <strong>and</strong>total commitment, at times risking even hishealth <strong>and</strong> well being.During these difficult times, this OxfordeducatedPrince of the <strong>Armenia</strong>n Churchwill probably be entrusted with many difficulttasks <strong>and</strong> responsibilities concerningthe Church. I wish His Eminence ArchbishopHovnan Derderian all the best in all hisendeavors.Very truly yours,Haig MisakyanTorontoTrustee contributions to the AGMMFinancial contributions by former <strong>and</strong> current members of the Board of Trustees of <strong>Armenia</strong>n Genocide Museum<strong>and</strong> Memorial (AGMM) for the benefit of the AGMM as of September 2006.

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