Special for the Armenian Weekly April 2014 magazine
It began in Yerevan, while I was photographing the National Geographic story on Armenia that was published in 2005.
“Sandra, there are a lotta bones still out there in the desert in Syria. You have to see it, jan!” When Hirair Hovnanian told me this in 2004, I could not stop thinking about it.
I knew about the Armenian Genocide, of course, but as a third generation Armenian American (on my father’s side), my grandparents didn’t want us to think about these terrible things.
At Margedeh Syria 2005: Armenian Mass Grave site. Buses of Armenians arrive to pray at the site on Genocide Day and dig for bones. (Photo by Alexandra Avakian)
They wanted us to be truly American, free of the sorrows of the old country, like many Americans who have fled starvation, war, genocide, dictatorship, and economic insecurity from all over the world.
I decided to go to Syria on the 90th anniversary of the Armenian Genocide and find those bones. I...
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