Armenian News Network /
Groong
February 14, 2014
Special to Groong by
Abraham D. Krikorian and Eugene L. Taylor, Long Island, NY
The following quotes from
ÒThe Helping Hand SeriesÓ give a feeling for the urgent need to secure aid for
the Armenians.
ÒOnce again the voice
of the prophet rings in our ears, ÒComfort ye, comfort ye my people, saith your
God.Ó [Isaiah 40:]
ÒLift them up, send
them relief, pray for them as you have never prayed before, since a race is
being done to death!
ÒThe Armenian nation
is being blotted out! Do you
realize what it means that strong true men, without a thought of sedition or
treason, should be imprisoned, tortured till they cannot stand, and then driven
out to be shot down by Kurds or Turkish soldiers, hung in the market places, or
drowned in the sea?
ÒCan you for a moment
imagine the woe of those old men, women and tender children who are driven into
the desert to die, or left as slaves in Moslem villages? We will not try to picture the attendant
horrors: the living death of young girls and loving mothers, the misery of the
babies and young children, perishing with drought and hunger by the roadside.
ÒThe twentieth century
hides its eyes from the sight. It
cannot be described.Ó
And again, Ò500,000
Children in Bible lands face starvation.
What will you do about it?
Since 1895 our Association [The National Armenia and India Relief
Association] has handled the problem of saving massacre children in Turkey and
famine children in India, hoping some dayÉto finish its work. Now we take up our mission afresh aided
by you. Stretch out your helping
hand!Ó
Introduction
Attention was given in a
recent post on Groong about how American Relief workers were instrumental in
the planning and execution of Christmas celebrations for Armenian orphans in
Mezreh, Kharpert in January 1920.
The genuine affection and compassion for the Armenians who had survived
genocide and the sincerity revealed in the letters and communications was very
touching indeed.
Among the many significant
things that increasingly stick out in our minds from our studies made in
various archives has been that there were, in fact, some ten million children
who were made orphans by World War I.
Happily, millions of lives were saved by the generosity of
Americans. But an important
distinction that we feel needs to be made again and again, is that Armenian orphans
were not direct victims of the War, or as a result of their being refugees in
the strict definition of the word.
No matter how much one seeks to modify or qualify, soften, ameliorate, -
whatever, the bare fact remains that the Armenians were the victims of the
Young Turk government who directed and carried out the destruction and attempted
to annihilate them, their ÔraceÕ, as the perverted Turk mentality in that
period demanded, unless they were willing to be fully Turkified. (We need not bother here what that might
entail.)
A ÒrefugeeÓ in that period
was usually formally defined in dictionaries as Òone who flees for protection,
especially from political or religious persecution.Ó Use of the word ÔwarÕ ended up
considerably later as being yet another cause in the age of total war which
generated hordes of refugees. But
again, the vast majority of Armenians did not flee for protection. One day the full story of the Vanetsis
following the Russian army as it withdrew from advancing Turkish troops will be
told. As many know, a substantial
number of those in Hayastan today have Vanetsi roots. But those who were not able to withdraw
and go into hiding underwent forced and cruel deportation (actually a
substitute for massacre), frequently referred to by survivors as the aksor. One cannot really argue in our view that
these Armenians were exiled, for the purest definition of exile was at the time
and still is, to be Òbanished from oneÕs native country.Ó The Armenians were not ÒbanishedÓ, they
were driven out of their homeland under escort (another euphemism), and were
victims of all sorts of deliberate evils, if indeed they survived to endure
them. This is not simply a matter
of hair splitting. Again, we need
not dwell on these specific evils here.
Fund raising for any cause,
good bad or indifferent, is never easy.
Americans were generous and the need in that period was terrific. Many were tired of giving for the ÔstarvingÕ
or needy - to this group, that group or yet another group, and after a while the
donations tapered off, eventually dwindling to a trickle. That is, as expected, a story unto
itself.
An ever-present feature of
fund raising for the Armenians was that no punches were ever withheld so to
speak. The stories told about the
starving Armenians were direct, heart-wrenching and alarming. One recurrent phrase of that period that
sticks out in our minds is ÒSick and tired? You donÕt know what sick and tired
really means!Ó Or, ÒTired of
suffering and hunger.Ó In the same
vein, and in reference to the huge numbers of those who were literally starving
to death, ÒAre you fed up?Ó
Those who knew the
devastated regions best, especially in Turkey, less so in the southern Caucasus
region, were the American missionaries.
Understandably, it was they who first answered the call for help in
saving the tattered remnants of the Armenian nation. Strangely enough, the euphemism for the
relief work was Òreconstruction.Ó
To our way of thinking, this was a fantasy, pure and simple. Reconstruction of an essentially
annihilated people could never be accomplished even if one were to concentrate
on orphans as being a new beginning.
Reconstruction never really took place at the level needed. It could not have been. Despite the fact that way back then the
present-day age of ÔspinmeistersÕ was still a faint concept waiting to be fully
developed; we suppose that it was the only decision that could be
made—the picking up of the few remnant pieces. One must concede obviously that it was
not a bad decision to try to be positive.
Clearly, the work of those
seeking to aid in ÔreconstructionÕ was cut out for them, and it is yet another
miracle that they were able to do so much with relatively little. This service was as basic an act of love
as was humanly possible. Emma
Roxanna Spencer Hubbard, the widow of Rev. Albert Wells Hubbard, an old
missionary family among the Armenians in Sivas, wrote in February 1919 a letter
to her daughter Mary that was to be opened after she was set to sea en route to
Turkey as a relief worker for the American Committee for Relief in the Near
East. In this beautiful letter she
states the content of her prayers that will be made throughout the period her
daughter would be away. ÒI will be praying for so many things, for great
usefulness, for wisdom to see clearly where you can put your time and strength
to count for the most, for the true spirit of Christ that will make you forget
self in ministering to the needs of the homeless and destitute, for constant
joy in the service you are giving of yourself tooÉÂÓ (The work of Rev. Albert Hubbard and his
wife Emma as missionaries to Sivas is showcased in ÒThe Hubbards of Sivas: a
chronicle of love and faithÓ by Edwin W. Martin and published in 1991 by
Fithian Press, McKinleyville, CA).
So far as Mary is
concerned, especially in the period with which we are here concerned, the entry
pertaining to her, indeed all those listed in the Near East ReliefÕs Team Work, VeteranÕs Number June 1924 is
deceptively simple. It says:-
ÒHUBBARD, Miss Mary of White Plains, New York went over with the ÒLeviathanÓ
party of February 16, 1919 and was assigned to Sivas. She worked at Caesarea. She left Constantinople for home by way
of Marseilles on July 28, 1920. She
may be addressed at 29 Lafayette Street, White Plains, N. Y.Ó
A minimalist statement if
ever there was one! No one who knew
Mary HubbardÕs story would deny that her service in Sivas is the stuff out of
which movies are made! Actually her
group only spent a very brief time in Caesarea, the work was virtually all in Sivas. (See ÒTriumph from TragedyÓ by Araxi
Hubbard Dutton Palmer, neÂŽ Arpenia Karagosian, Self-published, 1997).
One day while on the way
from one orphanage to another in Sivas Mary Hubbard chanced upon an Armenian
woman in dire straights and dying.
She learned from the woman in her last breaths, that her name was Aznive
Karagosian. Mary knew Armenian,
Turkish etc. and was fortunately able to understand her. Aznive had lost her husband but she
herself had escaped the Diyadin massacre in the Erzerum Vilayet. Aznive was in terrible condition and
absolutely near death. She gave Mary
her baby daughter Arpenia, who was only a couple of months old at most, and
asked that she take care of her since she was dying. Mary was able to get some rather precise
details about what had happened from Aznive and stayed with her until she died. Taking the baby girl who was also in a
horrible state to the hospital sadly ended up with Mary being told that the
baby would more than likely not last three days, and that there only was room
in the crowded facility for those who had a realistic chance of surviving. Refusing to accept ÒnoÓ as an answer,
Mary assumed responsibility, took the baby to her room and fed her with canned
Carnation milk using an eye dropper.
Miraculously, the baby lived and even thrived. Eventually, they returned to America on
the S.S. Providence, an aptly named ship for them to travel on, leaving the port
of Naples, on 11 August and arriving at Ellis Island on 25 August 1920. Tragically, MaryÕs fiancÂŽe, also serving
in relief work, Charles Van Orden Farnham of Wheaton, Illinois and who was to
join her in America the summer of the following year, was shot dead
accidentally by a stray bullet in Constantinople. It was a blow from which Mary never
fully recovered; she remained single all her life.
Having returned to the
United States earlier than anticipated because of witnessing a horrible act of
vicious murder of a baby by a Turk, Mary took on work as a lecturer and
fundraiser, concentrating on telling stories of the plight of orphans like
Araxi. The touching and uplifting
story of the little baby, eventually adopted as Araxi Hubbard has been placed
on YouTube, and is entitled ÒAraxi Hubbard – The Amazing Story of an
Armenian Orphan.Ó The video
reflects a visit we made in 2003 to visit Araxi who is today alive and doing well
in her 90s!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7sL1Wl7qJ0
We hope readers
will agree that the following absolutely charming photographs of Araxi and her
adoptive mother Mary Hubbard attest to the value of using an attractive and
cheerful youngster as a Poster Child for fund raising.
Mary S. Hubbard
was a recipient of a Gold Medal along with 19 others who served as field
workers for the Near East Relief in 1922 (see ÒMedals for Relief Work, twenty
members of Near East Society to be honoredÓ in New York Times, 9 January 1922
pg. 21).
The following Valentine
photograph is from the back cover of The New Near East volume 6 no. 5 February
1921). The others are reproduced
with AraxiÕs permission from scans from ÒTriumph from Tragedy.Ó