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April 19 2015
The Norwegian who helped the Armenians come to America
CHRIS BOHJALIAN, Free Press columnist
Earlier this year, I journeyed from Vermont to Oslo to introduce
myself to Marit Greve, an 86-year-old Norwegian who still swims in the
fjord outside her home on the outskirts of the city. I wanted to meet
her because it's possible some of my Armenian ancestors would not have
wound up in America were it not for her grandfather, Fridtjof Nansen.
My Norwegian publisher, Pantagruel Forlag, engineered the visit.
Nansen is a treasure in Norway, a Nobel Laureate and arctic explorer
who lived from 1861 to 1930. He is less known outside of Scandinavia --
unless you are of Armenian descent. His memoir of his 1925 visit to
the Anatolian Plains and the Caucasus Mountains on behalf of the
League of Nations, Armenia and the Near East, is both a beautifully
written travelogue and a concise history of the Armenian people. (The
fact there are few topographies as disparate as Norway and Turkey is a
testimony to Nansen's eye for detail.) It is also a wrenching
chronicle of the Armenian Genocide: the Ottoman Empire's systematic
annihilation of 1.5 million of its Armenian citizens during and
immediately after the First World War. Three out of every four
Armenians would be slaughtered, including some of my own ancestors in
Ankara and Kayseri. The majority of Armenians alive today are
descendants of those few that survived.
I was interested in meeting Marit because this year marks the
centennial of the start of the Armenian Genocide -- the coming week, as
a matter of fact. Many of you know that thanks to Pope Francis and his
courageous mass last Sunday. Many of you know thanks to all of the
newspaper editorial boards and columnists who have urged Turkey to
acknowledge the cataclysmic crimes of the Ottoman Regime and end a
despicable, century-long policy of lies and denial about the genocide.
Armenian-Americans like me are urging President Obama to finally make
good on his 2008 campaign promise, and use the word "genocide" in his
annual message about the slaughter.
It was April 24, 1915, when the Armenian intellectuals, professionals,
editors, and religious leaders in Constantinople were rounded up by
the Ottoman authorities - and almost all of them executed. But it was
thanks to Nansen that so many survivors of the Genocide were able to
build new lives in new countries. Nansen, working with the League of
Nations, created a document that has come to be called the Nansen
Passport.
Here, after all, was the reality: Hundreds of thousands of Armenians
were scattered across the Middle East who could never return to
Turkey. The final borders of the Armenian nation were a fraction of
what many Westerners, including President Woodrow Wilson, had
originally envisioned. (And soon enough, that fledgling nation would
be swallowed by the Soviet Union.) Many of these Armenians were living
in refugee camps and were, essentially, a stateless people. Thanks,
however, to Nansen's efforts on behalf of Russian refugees immediately
after the First World War, the Armenians had a legal status and an
internationally recognizable travel document that would allow them to
transcend victimhood and move to nations where they were welcome.
Marit knows well the affection we Armenians have for her grandfather.
She has ventured to Yerevan, the capital of Armenia, and seen the
statue of Nansen. She showed me the plaques she has been given. But at
one point she said something that has left me haunted: she was curious
why we have such respect for her grandfather when he "failed." She was
referring to a dream he had (and wrote about in Armenia and the Near
East) of creating an irrigation project that would have helped turn an
arid patch of Armenia into an agrarian mecca, and allow tens of
thousands of refugees to resettle there. But the League of Nations --
which the Soviet Union had not joined -- wouldn't fund it, and the
effort never commenced.
Still, I reassured Marit that in my people's eyes, her grandfather had
most assuredly not failed. I reminded her of the way his book educated
so many Westerners to the Genocide. "These were atrocities which far
exceed any we know in history, both in their extent and their
appalling cruelty," he wrote at one point in his account. There was
also his faith in the indomitable spirit of the Armenian character:
"All misfortunes and all maltreatment notwithstanding, the soul of
Armenia's people could not be crushed." But most importantly, there
was the Nansen Passport.
What I did not do when I was thanking her, and it is my principal
regret from my visit, was to quote William Saroyan. We Armenians quote
our Fresno born Pulitzer Prize winner a lot, and it surprises me I was
so off my game that I didn't. I attribute my failure to the fact I was
so moved to meet Marit. But it was Saroyan who wrote, "Go ahead,
destroy Armenia. See if you can do it. Send [the Armenians] into the
desert without bread or water. Burn their homes and churches. Then see
if they will not laugh, sing and pray again. For when two of them meet
anywhere in the world, see if they will not create a New Armenia."
It is thanks in part to Fridtjof Nansen that today there are new
Armenias all across the world -- and all across America. As April 24
nears, I want to be sure that Marit Greve knows.
http://www.burlingtonfreepress.com/story/news/local/2015/04/19/norwegian-helped-armenians-america/25876247/
From: Emil Lazarian | Ararat NewsPress
April 19 2015
The Norwegian who helped the Armenians come to America
CHRIS BOHJALIAN, Free Press columnist
Earlier this year, I journeyed from Vermont to Oslo to introduce
myself to Marit Greve, an 86-year-old Norwegian who still swims in the
fjord outside her home on the outskirts of the city. I wanted to meet
her because it's possible some of my Armenian ancestors would not have
wound up in America were it not for her grandfather, Fridtjof Nansen.
My Norwegian publisher, Pantagruel Forlag, engineered the visit.
Nansen is a treasure in Norway, a Nobel Laureate and arctic explorer
who lived from 1861 to 1930. He is less known outside of Scandinavia --
unless you are of Armenian descent. His memoir of his 1925 visit to
the Anatolian Plains and the Caucasus Mountains on behalf of the
League of Nations, Armenia and the Near East, is both a beautifully
written travelogue and a concise history of the Armenian people. (The
fact there are few topographies as disparate as Norway and Turkey is a
testimony to Nansen's eye for detail.) It is also a wrenching
chronicle of the Armenian Genocide: the Ottoman Empire's systematic
annihilation of 1.5 million of its Armenian citizens during and
immediately after the First World War. Three out of every four
Armenians would be slaughtered, including some of my own ancestors in
Ankara and Kayseri. The majority of Armenians alive today are
descendants of those few that survived.
I was interested in meeting Marit because this year marks the
centennial of the start of the Armenian Genocide -- the coming week, as
a matter of fact. Many of you know that thanks to Pope Francis and his
courageous mass last Sunday. Many of you know thanks to all of the
newspaper editorial boards and columnists who have urged Turkey to
acknowledge the cataclysmic crimes of the Ottoman Regime and end a
despicable, century-long policy of lies and denial about the genocide.
Armenian-Americans like me are urging President Obama to finally make
good on his 2008 campaign promise, and use the word "genocide" in his
annual message about the slaughter.
It was April 24, 1915, when the Armenian intellectuals, professionals,
editors, and religious leaders in Constantinople were rounded up by
the Ottoman authorities - and almost all of them executed. But it was
thanks to Nansen that so many survivors of the Genocide were able to
build new lives in new countries. Nansen, working with the League of
Nations, created a document that has come to be called the Nansen
Passport.
Here, after all, was the reality: Hundreds of thousands of Armenians
were scattered across the Middle East who could never return to
Turkey. The final borders of the Armenian nation were a fraction of
what many Westerners, including President Woodrow Wilson, had
originally envisioned. (And soon enough, that fledgling nation would
be swallowed by the Soviet Union.) Many of these Armenians were living
in refugee camps and were, essentially, a stateless people. Thanks,
however, to Nansen's efforts on behalf of Russian refugees immediately
after the First World War, the Armenians had a legal status and an
internationally recognizable travel document that would allow them to
transcend victimhood and move to nations where they were welcome.
Marit knows well the affection we Armenians have for her grandfather.
She has ventured to Yerevan, the capital of Armenia, and seen the
statue of Nansen. She showed me the plaques she has been given. But at
one point she said something that has left me haunted: she was curious
why we have such respect for her grandfather when he "failed." She was
referring to a dream he had (and wrote about in Armenia and the Near
East) of creating an irrigation project that would have helped turn an
arid patch of Armenia into an agrarian mecca, and allow tens of
thousands of refugees to resettle there. But the League of Nations --
which the Soviet Union had not joined -- wouldn't fund it, and the
effort never commenced.
Still, I reassured Marit that in my people's eyes, her grandfather had
most assuredly not failed. I reminded her of the way his book educated
so many Westerners to the Genocide. "These were atrocities which far
exceed any we know in history, both in their extent and their
appalling cruelty," he wrote at one point in his account. There was
also his faith in the indomitable spirit of the Armenian character:
"All misfortunes and all maltreatment notwithstanding, the soul of
Armenia's people could not be crushed." But most importantly, there
was the Nansen Passport.
What I did not do when I was thanking her, and it is my principal
regret from my visit, was to quote William Saroyan. We Armenians quote
our Fresno born Pulitzer Prize winner a lot, and it surprises me I was
so off my game that I didn't. I attribute my failure to the fact I was
so moved to meet Marit. But it was Saroyan who wrote, "Go ahead,
destroy Armenia. See if you can do it. Send [the Armenians] into the
desert without bread or water. Burn their homes and churches. Then see
if they will not laugh, sing and pray again. For when two of them meet
anywhere in the world, see if they will not create a New Armenia."
It is thanks in part to Fridtjof Nansen that today there are new
Armenias all across the world -- and all across America. As April 24
nears, I want to be sure that Marit Greve knows.
http://www.burlingtonfreepress.com/story/news/local/2015/04/19/norwegian-helped-armenians-america/25876247/
From: Emil Lazarian | Ararat NewsPress