{"id":792,"date":"2016-06-16T00:51:23","date_gmt":"2016-06-16T04:51:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/omh-ohcc.ca\/en\/?p=792"},"modified":"2023-11-06T21:17:00","modified_gmt":"2023-11-07T02:17:00","slug":"day-of-national-unity-2016","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/omh-ohcc.ca\/en\/day-of-national-unity-2016\/","title":{"rendered":"Day of National Unity, of Belonging \u2013 2016"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It is not a celebration, as some might think, but a day of reflection and commemoration. Prior to the 3rd  of June 2010, we have referred to it using simpler, more bitter words, as The Peace \u201cTreaty\u201d of Trianon (Versailles)of 1920 June 4. That was one of the most shameful and unjust peace treaties ratified by the victorious powers ever, following  WW I. One can glean plenty of information regarding this decision from endless and varied sources. In a nutshell, it proved to be the most devastating event in the history of the Hungarian nation, bar none. Every Hungarian and the whole world should know about it, as we have already been made aware of victims of different wars  and of regimes the world over. If interested, a good starting point is offered by <a href=\"https:\/\/hu.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Trianoni_b\u00e9keszerz\u0151d\u00e9s\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">Wikipedia<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>The <a href=\"https:\/\/hu.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/A_nemzeti_\u00f6sszetartoz\u00e1s_napja\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">new designation<\/a> of the day of the Trianon tragedy has been voted upon and accepted by the Hungarian Parliament on May 31, 2010, the President of Hungary putting his seal of approval on the proposal on June 3, 2010, to be in force for June 4, 2010.  The law has stipulated that <\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\u201ceach member of the Hungarian communities abroad, subjected to the rule of surrounding states, is part of the homogeneous Hungarian Nation, of which cohesion is a reality, state borders notwithstanding, and (this) represents  a defining element in each Hungarian\u2019s individual and collective identity.\u201d [<a href=\"https:\/\/hu.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/A_nemzeti_\u00f6sszetartoz\u00e1s_napja\">1<\/a>]<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>Today, June 5,2016, we were given ample opportunities to harmonise our heartbeats while listening to the Kormor\u00e1n Ensemble\u2019s interpretation of <em>\u201eI had a father once\u201d<\/em>, later reflecting on writings by K\u00e1roly K\u00f3s and S\u00e1ndor M\u00e1rai. A commemorative poem by Gyula Juh\u00e1sz has been performed by L\u00e1szl\u00f3 Csurka on images of a slideshow prepared  for the 90th  anniversary of the  event. <\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"300\" height=\"169\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/6FcheOCJx5c?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Known in Hungarian circles in the <a href=\"https:\/\/youtu.be\/YepRFe65uno?t=0s\">interpretation of Ibolya Ol\u00e1h<\/a>, the song <em>\u201eMagyarorsz\u00e1g\u201d<\/em> by Ren\u00e9 Dup\u00e9r\u00e9, text by P\u00e9ter Geszti, has been performed by T\u00fcnde Lapohos. One of the pillars of our community, Moldov\u00e1n Gizella, has recited <em>\u201eTrianon, be gone!\u201d<\/em> by an anonymous author.<\/p>\n<p>In the end, we have witnessed a production of the OHCC, <em>\u201eWe belong together\u201d<\/em> in which G\u00e1bor Finta took us across most of the lands Hungarians inhabit in the surrounding seven states now, assuring with his piano playing the musical background, as well. The role of the narrator fell on K\u00e1roly Dombi, the esteemed and beloved former producer of the Hungarian programming at Chin Radio Ottawa. The compilation, given the constraints of time, is not yet complete. We intend to make it whole next year with material from Voivodina, Szabadka, and B\u00e1cska, as well as, reports from Australia, North-  and  South-America, and Westen Europe, even Austria, that despite being the originator of the whole mess in 1914, was awarded Hungarian territory !  with Hungarian population at the end of the \u201eGreat War\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>We can conclude only by repeating the final words of our video here:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\u201e &#8230; and what does this  all mean to us? Well, most of us owe to the Trianon peace treaty, be it directly or indirectly, the fact that we live in diaspora, erecting all over the world last stands, Hungarian community centres, that is. Hungarian communities proceeded this route, made this journey,  in Vancouver, Calgary, Edmonton, Cambridge, Toronto, Windsor, Montr\u00e9al, and Ottawa.<\/p>\n<p>They got us dispersed, but we still belong together!\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"300\" height=\"169\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/qyNcwF4V86I?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><em>Lapohos Tibor \u2013 Translation by B\u00e9la K\u00f6nt\u00e9s, Ottawa<\/em><\/p>\n<h2>Poems, Writings<\/h2>\n<h3>K\u00e1roly K\u00f3s: In loud voice<\/h3>\n<p>Excerpt \u2013 Translation by B\u00e9la K\u00f6nt\u00e9s, Ottawa<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;<br \/>\nSomewhere some paper has been signed, somewhere some people settled on something, somewhere they divvied up something, somewhere they slammed a(n open) door shut for it to stay close forever.<\/p>\n<p>From the height to which  our own strength and one thousand years worth of labour brought us, carving out on the way up that gigantic rock each stair step with our own wit, sweat and blood; that is the place from which they hurled us down into abyss.<br \/>\nWe know: why.<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>Our old flag is in tatters, our sword is chipped \u2013 our souls shackled.<br \/>\nBut I know: we will have to rise again.<br \/>\nI know: we will have to start the arduous work anew.<br \/>\nI know: we will carve our way, yet again, into a savage rock-face, on which an old and hardened nation will follow us to new heights!<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>We are hearing it, we are seeing it, and we know it, because it is reality: our Hungary is no more. She did not die when Paris took care of her funeral arrangements, no! She died  when she publicly admitted: I am not what I used to be. And that is the truth!<\/p>\n<p>It has been seventy years since our fathers uttered the word in one voice  and a thousand years old dream had come alive;  this is the Hungary that has been sentenced to death in Paris. Only fifty years have been allowed to the one and only Hungarian land to be a large, youth- and forceful workshop among nations. This is the work they have cut short. The Hungarian people of Transylvania, the B\u00e1ns\u00e1g region, the K\u0151r\u00f6s basin, the Hungarians of M\u00e1ramaros have been torn out, eliminated from that workshop, that has once been created through their hard work. They were not even asked: would you like to be outcasts from now on?<\/p>\n<p>We , on the other hand, cannot believe to this day that it happened, that it could happen at all. For two years we have lived in suspense, waiting. We hoped and we prayed that the Sun will rise and shine upon us from the West. We have dreamt away for two years, refusing to acknowledge the life around us that has kept forging ahead. We did not want to see, to hear, to feel or to live. We have clung to  our faith, hopes and dreams,  waiting for the miracle to lift us out of the slumber.<\/p>\n<p>Because we have grown accustomed to the old way, we liked what we have created. We believed that we have created those things to last and to our enjoyment. Now, things came to head. After two bitter years of waiting, and frozen dreams, we have been told that all what we have believed, hoped and trusted in was a mirage.<br \/>\nWe have found out that the sun does not rise in the west.<br \/>\nLet us admit it: our faith has been demolished.<br \/>\nLet us admit it: the disillusionment hurt the most.  It hurt that we had to throw away our innermost beliefs, because they proved to be mistaken.<\/p>\n<p>Listen up, Hungarians of Transylvania, of B\u00e1ns\u00e1g, of the K\u0151r\u00f6s basin and M\u00e1ramaros,all the two million of you, it is not me but the dismembered homeland that has concluded: I have no other way out, I have to accept the decision in question that has been imposed on me against my will and better judgement, and that has been declared and executed already: I am giving up on you, those who were torn away by a dictate wrapped in a peace treaty. (force)<\/p>\n<p>And this is the truth!<\/p>\n<p>Whoever says something different, is a liar; who believes in something else, is a dreamer; who put his hopes high in something else is chasing a mirage.<\/p>\n<p>We have to draw our conclusions; we have to face the implacable, stern reality, and we should not delude ourselves any more. In order to survive we have to work, and we do want to live, therefore we will start working.<\/p>\n<p>This time on our own, and only for our own good.<\/p>\n<p>We shall not lay eyes upon the West any more! It would weigh heavy on our hearts and hurt our eyes. There, the Sun has already succumbed, leaving behind its red aura barely piercing the thick clouds of fallen destinies. Why would we want flowing tears again?<\/p>\n<p>Let us be mindful! Tears are precious, and no stranger should see that we are hurting. Instead, let us face east with our thousand-years-old pride, and watch the crest of our mountains where the sun will rise. For us, the Hungary of yesteryears is no more, but Erd\u00e9ly, Ardeal, Siebenb\u00fcrgen, Transylvania or what the world may call it, has risen again and it exists, as it always did, even when we reneged on it for the sake of Greater Hungary. It has been there all along, and we have it, yet again, and it will be with us forever, in spite of meddling minds.<br \/>\n&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Kolozsv\u00e1r, Cluj, Klausenburg, 1921<\/p>\n<h3>S\u00e1ndor M\u00e1rai: Botanicals \u2013 About homeland and state<\/h3>\n<p>Translation by B\u00e9la K\u00f6nt\u00e9s, Ottawa<\/p>\n<p>Could the love of one\u2019s country be drilled into anyone? As if we would demand by flogging the individual to love him- or herself. The homeland does not consist only of dust and mountains, dead heroes, mother tongue, the bones of our ancestors in the cemetery, bread and landscape, oh, no. The homeland is you, it is within you, willy-nilly, in all your corporeal and spiritual manifestations; the homeland gave you life and will be your eternal resting place, you are living it and expressing it in all your miserable, uplifting, flamboyant and deadly boring moments that sum up your life. Your life is a tiny moment in your homeland\u2019s existence.<\/p>\n<p>I cannot bring you to love your own  country:  only fools disavow themselves. On the scales of history, one\u2019s country is magnified beyond mondane proportions and it is timeless. Homeland is destiny, your personal one, too. Whether you like it or not is irrelevant. You are one, joined at the hip. But as I reckon, you seem, at least in writing and on solemn occasions on podiums, to speak to your love of state and its institutions. Indeed, what can one expect from a country? Countries do not dispense medals, mete out jobs and positions, feed you. Countries just exist. It is the state that offers you higher rank, glossy pendants to adorn you tunic, first-grade spoils, if you serve it well, if you sanitize it with incense, if you proudly proclaim your love of state even while it crushes  you on the wheel. Truth to be told, it rarely crushes you only for that. And that is why, all forms of love towards the state are questionable. He who loves a state, loves a  personal interest. He who loves a country, loves a destiny. Think of it next time when you howler and pound your chest in public.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It is not a celebration, as some might think, but a day of reflection and commemoration. Prior to the 3rd of June 2010, we have referred to it using simpler, more bitter words, as The Peace \u201cTreaty\u201d of Trianon (Versailles)of 1920 June 4. 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