“The Promise” is a poignant saga of unimaginable emotional and historical majesty. It is the retelling of the finest instincts of man facing a grave chapter of man’s inhumanity to man.
I exited the movie theater in tears, at a painfully dichotomous loss for words alongside passionate−even angry−thoughts about the injustices that sporadically repeat themselves despite light-years of societal advancement.
The elections in Turkey on April 16 reversed what one expert called the country’s 100-year experiment in democracy and cemented the fact that successive Turkish governments will continue to deny the Armenian Genocide.
Quite often the younger generation is criticized for their unawareness of significant issues in the community and for their lack of dedication to the Armenian culture and cause.
In any case, trying to get into European Union is no longer an objective for Erdogan.
For all of us for all these years, Japan was a mystical and foreign place, an idea, home to samurai and sushi.
On March 26, 1913, an Armenian girl named Eliza was born in Arapgir, a town in Elazig (Kharpert), which is now part of Malatya province in eastern Turkey.
Walking around in Armenia and engaging in political conversation with any person of any class, gender, age, and background, one gets the sense that trust in the government is at an ultimate low today.
The election process of a new Armenian Patriarch in Turkey faces the customary state-imposed restrictions, administrative hurdles and arbitrary treatment of the Armenian community.
It is very sad. It is disturbing. It shakes the very essence of our collective souls as Armenians. Every life is precious.