The Day I Discovered My Grandparents Survived a Genocide
A Simple School Assignment Unlocked the Horrifying Truth Behind My Family’s Moves from Armenia to Lebanon to the United States
I remember when I first learned about the bad thing that happened long ago. It was in the mid-1980s in Tulsa, Oklahoma where my parents moved to from Beirut shortly before I was born. Like the children of most immigrants, I had become adept at navigating the different worlds I inhabited and at sidestepping the humiliations that often came with being one of the very few students in school whose roots weren’t in Oklahoma (let alone the United States). Sometimes a slight setback would occur (like that terrible day my …