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 Spring 2006 (14.1)
 Pages
      80-83
 Ahmad Javad
 Stalin's Legacy - Wiping Out Azerbaijan's Brightest Thinkers
 by
      Yilmaz Akhundzade (1936-2006)
 
 
   In 1937,
      Yilmaz Akhundzade was sent off to an orphanage. He was only one
      year old. His father the poet Ahmad Javad had been arrested and
      shot, and when his mother would not denounce and divorce him
      as an "Enemy of the People", she was sent into exile
      for 8.5 years. She left four children behind. 
 Yilmaz was born on January 5, 1936, in the village of Seyfali
      in the Shamkir region of Azerbaijan. In 1955, he graduated from
      Leninkand (Lenin village) Secondary School and went on to study
      at the Law Faculty of Azerbaijan State University from which
      he graduated in 1961.
 
 From then onward until his retirement in 2002, he worked in various
      responsible positions as a lawyer and later as one of Azerbaijan's
      Supreme Court Judges.
 
 We interviewed Yilmaz Akhundzade in November 2005. Unfortunately,
      he rather unexpectedly passed away after complications from surgery
      in February this year. We're so sorry that he did not even have
      the chance to read the interview that we publish here in tribute
      to his own remarkable accomplishments, especially given the tragic
      circumstances that marked his early childhood.
 
 My father, the poet Ahmad Javad (1892-1937) always fought for
      the independence of Azerbaijan. He was always at the forefront
      of this struggle. During World War I, he volunteered in the army
      and was assigned to fight at the Bulgarian front with the Turks
      against Armenians. Then he returned to Azerbaijan. He was a member
      of the first Parliament of Azerbaijan Democratic Republic and
      served as its Secretary.
 
 In 1923, Ahmad Javad was arrested along with others who had fought
      for the independence of Azerbaijan. Later, he was released. Though
      my father today is remembered mostly for writing the lyrics to
      Azerbaijan's National Hymn which have been been readopted since
      our independence, he also wrote the words to the Turkish National
      March "Chirpinirdi Gara Daniz" (The Black Sea Struggles).
      This song is as strong as a national anthem. Every Turk - from
      the simple workers to the president - knows it.
 
 Ahmad Javad was primarily criticized for two poems: "Kur"
      and "Goygol". The Kur is a river that originates in
      Georgia and flows down through the middle of Azerbaijan to the
      Caspian. Goygol is a beautiful scenic glacial lake in the foothills
      of the Caucasus Mountains in western Azerbaijan.
 
 My father penned the lines: "Bend Kur, bend and pass, your
      time has not come." Those who were critical of my father
      insisted that he was referring to the Azerbaijani nation, in
      relationship to all the difficulties it had to bear when the
      Bolshevik took control of the country (beginning in the early
      1920s). Goygol is a lyrical poem. But again, he got into trouble
      because of some of the lines:
 
 Do you have a message for the blowing winds?
 To be delivered to far places...
 Your fame has spread among all,
 No matter, where they come from, Goygol!
 
 Azeri version of
      the poem above
 Critics said Ahmad Javad was
      sending his greetings to the Musavat Party in Turkey when he
      wrote "the winds blowing over Goygol". 
 It was this poem, published in 1925, which landed him in so much
      trouble. It was severely criticized and my father was accused
      of being a "Nationalist" and "Pan-Turkist".
      The consequences were devastating.
 
 In all, my father was arrested, not once, but three times (1923,
      1925, and finally in 1937). It's impossible to imagine how such
      experiences affect a person psychologically. Agents suddenly
      barge into your house unexpectedly, confiscate everything you
      have, and drive you out.
 
 I don't even have a single momento or keepsake that ever belonged
      to my father. I have not even one little item by which to remember
      him. They confiscated everything in our home three times so there
      was nothing left that had belonged to us. In those times, keep
      in mind that poets were not well off. They worked for the nation,
      not for themselves.
 
 Most of the families who were repressed know the names of those
      who turned in their parents. I'm not aware that my father was
      betrayed by any one specific person. He was criticized a lot
      in general. There were many critics who complained about other
      poets and other writers. For example, Mustafa Guliyev wrote many
      critical articles about various poets such as Ahmad Javad, Mikayil
      Mushfig and Seyid Husein. Even Samad Vurghun wrote a poem against
      my father: "I'm not Sabir; no, I'm not Javad, I'm their
      enemy; I'm a stranger to them."
 
 
 
        
          |  "The repressions
            - the arrests, executions, imprisonments and exiles-not only
            had a devastating impact upon the immediate families, but they
            had a profound effect upon Azerbaijan as a nation. Wiping out
            the activists, the brightest thinkers and the most perceptive
            minds of the nation is the equivalent of destroying the entire
            nation." --Yilmaz Akhundzade,
            son of poet Ahmad Javad who was killed in 1937
           |  Samad Vurghun used to criticize
      father's poem Goygol. Later on, Vurghun's brother Gara wrote
      in his memoirs that Vurghun had once said: "In those times
      I was obliged to criticize Ahmad Javad's Goygol, but that poem
      is a real work of art." 
 Suleyman Rustam also used to criticize my father, writing articles
      attacking him: "Let Ahmad Javad tell us by which winds he
      sends his poems to Turkey to be published." In those times,
      you dared not talk about other countries, especially Turkey.
      The KGB would find out and use it as evidence against you.
 
 My father's poems were published in Turkey. Actually, I think
      that's the primary reason why he was arrested in 1937. You weren't
      allowed to have ties with anybody or any country outside of the
      Soviet Union. But all of these informers have since passed on.
      In my opinion, their children who are still living today cannot
      be held responsible for the crimes of their fathers.
 
 Stalin's Repressions
 The repressions - the arrests, executions, imprisonments and
      exiles - not only had a devastating impact upon the immediate
      families, but they had a profound effect upon Azerbaijan as a
      nation. Wiping out the activists, the brightest thinkers and
      the most perceptive minds of the nation is the equivalent of
      destroying the entire nation.
 
 My father was rather young when he died - only 45 years old.
      But he had led a very active life. He had translated Shakespeare's
      Othello, as well as Romeo and Juliet. A letter that he sent to
      the Azerbaijani poet Mikayil Mushvig, who also was killed in
      Stalin's purges, reads: "I have already switched to doing
      translations, but they still keep criticizing me." So, he
      had tried to thwart off their attacks by concentrating on translating
      the classics rather than expressing his own opinions, but still
      it didn't save him.
 
 He also translated some of the works of Pushkin, Lermontov, Gorki
      and Tolstoy from Russian into Azeri. My father simply could not
      accept the fact that we had to live under someone else's governance.
      He wanted independence for our country. He supported the idea
      of integrity of all Turkic people (Turan).
 
 Prior to the Bolshevik takeover in Baku [1920], my father had
      been the secretary of a charity organization founded by Baku
      millionaires to assist Turks who were suffering the consequences
      of World War I. Their main office was in Batumi [Georgia] but
      they also had a second office in Trabzon [Turkey]. My father
      directed the Batumi office devoting all his energy to this charity
      organization. They would go to various villages and towns, assisting
      the poor with money, food, clothing and necessities. Basically,
      they were philanthropists. The writer Ali Sabri, headed the Trabzon
      office, and later was repressed, just like my father.
 
 Loyal Mother Shukruyya
 My mother's name was Shukruyya. She was the daughter of the Ajarian
      Duke, Suleyman Bejan oghlu. My father and my mother were married
      in 1916. Actually my mother's parents were against their marriage,
      so my mother ran off with my father.
 
 In 1937 when many people were being arrested and shot, the wives
      who had three or more children were offered the chance to divorce
      their husbands and not be sent into exile. The officials made
      this offer to my mother Shukruyya as well, but she refused. For
      her, the only thing worse than divorcing Ahmad Javad would be
      to learn that he had been shot. Since she had gone against her
      parents' will in marrying him, she vowed never to divorce him.
      And thus, because of her firm position, they sent her into exile
      for 8.5 years despite the fact that they had killed him almost
      immediately. She was assigned to a camp in Kazakhstan, by the
      name of Aljir.
 
 In 1937 when my father was arrested, they also arrested my three
      brothers: Niyazi (1918- ), Aydin (1921-) and Tukay (1923- ),
      too, and accused them of being children of an "Enemy of
      the People". Niyazi and Aydin stayed here in Baku. Tukay,
      who was only 13 at the time, was sent to the Juvenile Colony
      for delinquent children in Stalingrad. Myself - I was sent to
      an orphanage associated with the NKVD headquarters. I was the
      youngest prisoner there. I was only one year old.
 
 I stayed there at the orphanage for a while but then I became
      very ill. My grandmother (my father's mother) and my older brother
      came and begged to take me home because no one was actually paying
      much attention to me at the orphanage.
 
 So that's how I ended up living with my grandmother. After her
      death, I moved in with some of our other relatives. World War
      II broke out and my brothers volunteered for the front. My older
      brother Niyazi, after being released from prison, was accepted
      at the Economics Institute in Leningrad. But when the war started,
      he, too, joined the army. He had been interrogated and tortured
      by the secret police five times. Somehow he survived all that
      and returned to the university, where they attacked him for not
      disclosing that he was an "Enemy of the People" when
      he was applying to become a member of the Communist Party. After
      writing to the authorities, my brother eventually did gain Party
      membership.
 
 I wss so young back then that I didn't really understand much
      about the difficulties that our family was facing. I could sense
      that some of our relatives were trying to avoid us because of
      the stigma of being associated with our family, but there were
      also others who took care of us and provided physical and moral
      support.
 
 In 1955, upon finishing secondary school, I wanted to apply to
      the Law Faculty at Azerbaijan State University, but I couldn't
      get accepted because my parents had been accused of being "Enemies
      of the People". This was before their names had been cleared
      and they had been "rehabilitated". So I applied to
      the Azerbaijan Oil Institute.
 
 In 1956 when my parents were rehabilitated, I transferred to
      the Law Faculty at Azerbaijan State University. From childhood,
      I had always wanted to be a lawyer. Of course, my father had
      already been dead 18 years when they cleared him of any criminal
      behavior and "rehabilitated" his name.
 
 
   Left: Shukriyya, daughter of an Ajarian Duke, who ran
      off together with Azerbaijani poet Ahmad Javad in 1916 because
      her parents objected to the marriage. They had five children
      and so she was given the chance to divorce Javad and dissociate
      herself with him. When she refused, she was sentenced eight years
      in exile. Her three oldest children were also arrested and the
      youngest, Yilmaz, age one, was sent to an orphanage. Ahmad Javad
      was shot in 1937. 
 When mother finally
      returned from exile 8.5 years later, she didn't want to talk
      about her experiences there. It's understandable.
 
 She wanted to forget those days. Keep in mind that my mother
      was a very proud, strong woman. Even while she was in exile so
      far away from home, she had a strong influence over her three
      sons who were fighting in the war. She would send them letters
      and tell them what to do and how to cope with difficulties. She
      used to tell them that they should work hard, be honest, and
      prove that their father was not an "Enemy of the People".
 
 Mother worked in a labor camp - sewing clothes for the soldiers.
      They used to work 16 hours a day because they knew that their
      efforts strengthened the soldiers at the war front. For her,
      that meant everything because she had three sons at war.
 
 During those 8.5 years when she was imprisoned in Kazakhstan,
      we were never allowed to go and visit her. We used to write her
      letters, which today are kept in my mother's personal fund in
      Azerbaijan's National Archives.
 
 Actually, these very tragic things affected my life in a very
      profound way. Obviously, if these things had not happened to
      my mother and father, my life would have turned out to be very
      different. I'm convinced that people who have not suffered and
      dealt with difficulties in their life can never excel in any
      field - especially in fields that deal with human life and human
      issues.
 
 Those people who have never had to cope with difficult situations
      in their lives, usually come and go, and don't leave a trace
      of their existence in the world.
 
 Becoming a Lawyer
 From early youth, I had always wanted to become a lawyer. In
      a way, it makes sense that I would dedicate my life to justice
      since my mother and father had been at the mercy of such a corrupt
      legal system. I studied hard and succeeded in becoming a lawyer,
      and later a judge.
 
 I served as a member of the Azerbaijan Supreme Court for 10 years.
      During that period, I often had to make decisions about whether
      people who had been convicted of crimes should be given a death
      sentence or not. Whenever I was faced with such a decision, I
      used to work on it for hours and hours. I always researched the
      issues as thoroughly as I could and tried to probe into the reasons
      why the crime had been committed. Who was really at fault? Who
      was guilty? Were the parents guilty? Was society guilty? I am
      proud to say that during those 40 years while working in the
      legal profession, none of my decisions were ever annulled. From
      that point of view, the repressions affected my life in a positive
      way.
 
 
  
 Above: Ahmad Javad's family (left): Niyazi,
      Wife Shukriyya, daughter Almas, Ahmad Javad, Aydin and Tukay,
      1933. The author Yilmas was born in 1936 and was one year old
      when tragedy befell his family.
 
 What is the legacy of Stalin's repressions in Azerbaijan? Every
      family in Azerbaijan has suffered from the repressions. There's
      not a single family who escaped untouched by these terrible purges
      - fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, cousins.
      Everybody had someone close who had been repressed. Every person
      who saw and witnessed these things was profoundly affected. Repressions
      broke some people, utterly destroying them. Others became stronger.
      It really all depended upon the particular personality and character.
 
 Although my father Ahmad Javad was repressed three times, he
      never gave in. He fought to the end. My mother always told us
      that no matter where she was sent, she would never disassociate
      herself from Ahmad Javad's path. Some people fight, some give
      up, and some become destroyed. All the members of our immediate
      family were repressed, but none of them became weak. None of
      them succumbed to committing crimes or acquired bad addictions.
      They all became heroes. My brothers returned from war and pursued
      higher education.
 
 
 
        
          |  "In those times,
            people did bend. They did yield. And in the process, they destroyed
            themselves from within. A person must have principles, and he
            must live according to those ideals." -- Yilmaz Akhundzade,
            son of poet Ahmad Javad who was killed in 1937
           |  What is the meaning of this
      term: "Enemy of the People"? How can a person be such.
      And yet this is what the government accused millions of people
      of being. And it was a very effective way to isolate the family
      from its vast network of relationships. Other people were often
      afraid to make any associations with the family when a member
      was arrested-just at the time when the family needed more, not
      less, care. 
 One can be a friend of the people. One can love his nation. But
      no one can be the "Enemy of the People". The term is
      an artificial creation of Soviet ideology. Who can be the enemy
      of his nation? No one. This term doesn't have an analog anywhere
      in the world.
 
 Such situation created an atmosphere of extreme tension and fear.
      In those times, people were even afraid to talk about politics
      or the government even in their own home, even among members
      of their own family. Today, there is still evidence of these
      things in some people's characters. Now we are free and the most
      valuable asset of independence is that people are able to express
      their thoughts and feelings freely. In his poem "Mountains"
      Ahmad Javad wrote: "Don't bend down mountains, Those who
      bend, won't live, they'll die."
 
 In those times, people did bend. They did yield. And in the process,
      they destroyed themselves from within. A person must have principles,
      and he must live according to those ideals. One has to be strong
      and fight for his rights. There will always be problems; one
      must find a way to cope with them.
 
 Our fathers who founded the Azerbaijan Democratic Republic grew
      up under very difficult conditions but if they had not struggled
      for our freedom then, this nation would not exist today. If those
      people had not established the republic, then Azerbaijan would
      have been divided into many pieces and been absorbed into Armenia,
      Russia, Georgia and Iran. Azerbaijan would have become a little
      village. But those people dared to announce to the world that
      such a State as Azerbaijan exists. They established that entity,
      printed money, tried to establish an infrastructure - an education
      system, university, army, and industry. Then they had to turn
      it over to Russia.
 
 Russians accepted our nation as a state and kept our republic
      in tact until the end. It's true that they gave our nation a
      lot of grief during those 70 years; but at the same time, they
      helped us keep our independence during those years. We had our
      own language, literature, Academy of Sciences, writers. I'm not
      talking about the ideology of our writers, but at least we did
      have writers.
 
 What do I think about Stalin? To me, he's the "No. 1 Enemy
      of the People". How can a person with only elementary education
      govern a country of 300 million people? It's so difficult to
      solve any problem on a governmental level even when the person
      is ten times smarter than Marx. How did Stalin manage to hold
      the people together?
 
 He couldn't. That's why he killed so many of them. He had to
      kill the intelligentsia so he could rule the uneducated. He had
      only one way - to kill and destroy. And so he ruled by brute
      force. Half of Azerbaijan was in prison. I'm not even talking
      about those who were sent to Siberia. Obviously, those who dared
      to raise their head were arrested or shot.
 
 The people weren't able to stop Stalin. Maybe if everyone had
      united together, they could have done something, but the people
      who surrounded Stalin were also villains. Even the wives of Molotov
      and Gaganovich - Stalin's colleagues - were put in prison. What
      kind of leadership would do that? Only a criminal can do such
      things.
 
 And Mir Jafar Baghirov? To me, he's even worse than Stalin. Baghirov
      was not able to do anything against Stalin. He either had to
      destroy himself, or work with Stalin. He had not other choice.
      In the administrative offices around Baghirov there was no single
      Azerbaijani - they were all Armenians and Georgians - Grigoryan,
      Markaryan, Barshov, Yemilianov, Toparidze. These were the people
      who were determining the fates of Azerbaijani people. They had
      a quota on how many people to send into exile and to kill. They
      had to fulfill that plan. If fewer had been killed in Azerbaijan,
      then an order would have come from Moscow saying, "You are
      not denouncing a sufficient number of the "Enemies of the
      People".
 
 These days some people defend Baghirov and say that despite the
      tens of thousands who were killed, he saved the Azerbaijani nation
      from being exiled to Siberia. But I don't believe that. There
      is no proof. Let those people provide the evidence - the proof
      - that Baghirov actually did save our nation. Show me those documents.
      Show me Baghirov's signature.
 
 Stalin was such a determined person that, no one under any condition
      could make him change his mind or go back on his word if he had
      already determined to do something. It would have been impossible.
      So I am not convinced that Azerbaijanis were saved from being
      sent en masse to Central Asia by Baghirov. No, basically, he
      conscientiously carried out the will of Stalin. That's all.
 
 Ahmad Javad's Poetry:
 
 Who am I?
 I Won't Remain Silent
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