Borderlands Under Fire
2018 Lange-Taylor Prize Finalist
Borderlands Under Fire exposes the world of a frozen conflict and documents the effects of state-sponsored violence on the daily lives of the people of the frontier villages of Armenia, a tiny country in the South Caucasus. The project explores the villagers use of nonviolent resistance to defend their human rights and preserve their communities. As a descendant of survivors of the Armenian Genocide, I grew up aware of the human cost of war, questioning whose voices are heard and why.
Borderlands exposes of one of the conflicts simmering in the region, ignored by the West. From the beginning of work on this project, I recognized the frightening potential for it to explode into an all-out war, that could draw in powerful countries like Russia, Iran, and Turkey. On September 27, 2020 Azerbaijan and Turkey attacked Armenia and Artsakh resulting in forty-four days of war which ended when Russia imposed an agreement on Artsakh ceding some of its land to Azerbaijan and allowing the ethnic cleansing of its people. This may contribute to further instability in the region. Borderlands asks us to consider the questions that arise when a powerful country imposes its will on its impoverished neighbor through a campaign of terrorism on a civilian population which remains unacknowledged by the world.
Azerbaijan, an oil rich country with an autocratic government, is notorious for human rights violations, including the ethnic cleansing of its Armenian population in the early 1990s. This provocation of ethnic hatred spawned the twenty-five-year plus terror campaign that the government continues to run against the 18 villages along the Armenia-Azerbaijan border. From safe places on mountaintops or tucked away in villages, the Azeri posts attack Tavush, a tiny province of less than 150,000 people.
Faced with a much larger, wealthier and more powerful enemy, Armenia's government forbids its soldiers to fire back in order to avoid civilian casualties. But the people of Tavush see their homes and farms decimated, potential businesses fleeing at first sight of the violence and the OSCE's continued silence on the conflict, which has left many despairing while Azerbaijan looms threateningly over Armenia.
“People here could tell you stories for hours,” said the mayor of one village. “But there is no one to listen, no one to hear us.”
Even as the people of these border villages suffer violence and privation daily as a result of war, they hold fast to their homeland, preserving their language and culture as part of the world's heritage for future generations. They do not hate the people on the other side of the border. They do not wish them harm. They wish only for the shooting to stop, allowing them to rebuild their lives and pursue their dreams. But the flow of oil from Baku continues unimpeded by political or economic sanctions from Russia, the U.S. or Europe. And, caught at the geopolitical crossroads of East and West, the people of the borderlands continue to suffer the mental, emotional, and physical devastation of war.
Borderlands Under Fire investigates the people of Tavush’s efforts to defend their human rights through nonviolent resistance, and the ways in which they have kept their communities alive through more than twenty-five years of attacks. Though they confront the grim reality of violence in their everyday lives, the residents are infused with hope. Their stories are suffused with determination, faith, and love, a hopeful model for a positive future. But for now, the future remains uncertain.
Borderlands Under Fire
Driving along the Armenian border in Tavush Province, one can often see the neighboring villages across the border in Azerbaijan. Sometimes the Azeri military posts are visible, so close that they can fire down the main street or on schools in the villages.
No Place For A Cradle
The baby’s bedroom is left empty after Azeri bullets pierced its windows. Tragedy was averted by the sheer luck that the baby was up from a nap, but the skeleton of the crib stays as a haunting reminder. The remaining windows have bullet holes, and the glass from the broken window lies where baby used to sleep.
“If you ask any villager here, they could tell you stories for hours,” said the mayor of one of the villages, “But there is no one to listen, no one to hear us.”
The Kingdom Of Heaven Belongs To Such As These
The joy they find in the life of their new baby is tempered by this family's struggles with the health problems of their other children, and the insecurity of their father's job as a soldier guarding the border at a military post near Chinari, one of the villages hardest hit by the violence. The baby seems to sense the uncertainty of their situation.
Self Defense
In Armenia, children learn self defense starting in grade 8. Graduating high schoolers have weapons training, and a range of self-defense skills. In the border villages, the children pay extra close attention, painfully aware that they must be ready to defend their homes in the event of another all-out attack.
Anahit
Anahit is 13. She is a good soldier, and has won the rank of sergeant in self-defense class. Since losing her father, she has become a champion sharpshooter. She is resolved to stay in the village, and is ready to defend her family at a moment’s notice.
Milena
Milena is 12. Her favorite subjects are History and English. Despite losing her father, who was killed by enemy fire while guarding the border, she wants to stay in her village. Life is hard, but she faces it with determination by studying and helping her mother.
Girlhood Interrupted
Anahit and Milena’s small shoes remind us that although the violence of war has ripped through their family, tearing their father away, they are still children.
Main Street, Borderlands
On a typical Main Street, the residents repair damaged homes with repurposed materials. Walking to the end of this street, we were warned to be careful crossing the next, more open one. It was situated right in the line of sight of the nearest Azeri post, making anyone walking there an immediate target.
“We don’t hate the Azeri villagers, though,” said one man, “We know they don’t want this war either.”
Bullets In The Bathroom
The bullet holes in this bathroom, still used by the family out of necessity, bear silent witness to the gunfire. The state-sponsored violence has infiltrated the most intimate aspects of the family’s daily lives. For them, the gunshots are background noise.
Trapped
The people of Armenia’s border villages are trapped just like this bullet fired into the window frame of a dining room. They want to protect the land their families have lived on and loved for centuries, but the gunfire leaves them unable to work in the fields and factories.
They Target The Kindergarten To Frighten Us
Watching the kindergarteners dance and recite traditional Armenian poetry, it was difficult to think of grown men following orders to fire on four and five year olds. Did they think of their own children at school that day?
Under Siege
The window that was shot out has been replaced, but this kindergarten music room was abandoned because it remained in the line of fire. In the next room, the kindergarteners learn and play despite the gunshots. This school was again targeted and destroyed by Azerbaijan in October 2020.
Brave Words
“The main aim is to frighten the children,” a local school administrator told us. “But they have learned to live with fear. After a night of shooting, the children return to school and keep on with their work. Their creativity and hard work are how they respond, so they can show Azerbaijan that they can never have an impact.” In 2020 with Turkey joining Azerbaijan and their troops targeting civilian areas, the children of the border villages are again suffering the effects of PTSD.
Unemployed
This factory, where Armenians and Azeris used to work together, has been an empty shell since the fall of the Soviet Union. “We have lots of plans to restart the factories here,” the mayor of one border village said, “And I’ve brought many investors here to see our village. But they always leave as soon as they hear the shooting.”
Yet War Was In His Heart
Domestic violence often follows war and poverty. Children bear witness to horrific acts and families are destroyed. Another casualty of the violence, this grandfather became the sole caregiver for his ailing wife and grandchildren, now that they have lost their parents.
They Are So Very Close
“The Azeri villagers don’t want this either, but they are being forced to stay in their villages just across the border from us. The snipers and gunners dig into tiny holes among the hills in the villages. In this way, our government does not want to fire back so as not to kill innocent Azerbaijani civilians.”
We Are The Real Border Guards
“They talk about soldiers, even walls, but we are the real border guards here,” says Knarik. “The chickens got out and my son was bringing them back in and suddenly they were firing on him. But our government forbids us to return their fire. There is no one who cares about us.”
Ine And Mariam
“One day they shot into the room where Ine was playing, and I watched in horror as her toy truck was blown up. Thank God she had just put it down, thank God it was not her.”
Karen Looks To The Future
“I have all the strength in the world to rebuild the house and work to support my family,” Karen said. “I don’t think I will find a better life than in my village. If we could just build a wall around our home and gardens, if there was only peace we could work our farms.”
Nara
Nara, our guide in Nerkin Karmir Aghbyur, tells the story of the bullet holes in the side of her house. “We were sitting in our parlor having a coffee when we heard the machine guns firing at us. Even the tufa wall didn’t save us then. Now the rain comes through the bullet holes in the roof.”
Every Fourth Day They Shoot For Sure
“Tomorrow is the day. They will shoot for sure. We don’t know if their snipers will target anyone, sometimes they shoot our cattle too, or if they will just shoot all around the village so that we are afraid to leave our homes, and afraid to stay.”
Out Of The Shadow
Finally stepping out of the shadow of her sisters, Armine speaks shyly. She loves math, but won’t say more. Her mother says she is focused on getting an education for her children. The children can’t play in the yard, she tells us pointing to the bullet holes in the porch roof, and Armine nods in agreement.
One Woman's Vision
The regional director of an NGO whose local program is dedicated to breaking the cycle of poverty on the border inspects a greenhouse project. “Our goal is to change old ways of thinking, to break old habits, to work towards the future.” Resistance takes many forms.
Miracles
That faith and love can work miracles is a reality for many in this tiny country. Despite the violence on the border, they retain their belief in the essential goodness of humanity, reaching out to help others, often facilitating the miracles people need.
"There had never been a church in the village, but his mother had raised him and his three brothers to be spiritual, and appreciate all of God’s miracles. And this certainly seemed like one of them. But if it was a miracle, or a sign from God, what did it mean?
Now, here he stood at the place where the khachkar had been found, and sat proudly between the majestic mountains rising up on either side. In front of it, suddenly there began to materialize a small church, made out of the same orange tufa stone as the khachkar. It shimmered for a moment in front of him like a mirage..." from Four Brothers, page 46, Defenders by Cristina Araxie Cass
Offerings
With faith the people hold fast to their beliefs, honoring their God and their traditions. Thus they have endured over the centuries, and so they believe they will remain on their lands in ages to come.
Our Prayers Rise To Heaven
“We believe in the goodness of people,” she said “ and we know that in the end God will hear our prayers for peace.”
About This Project
In 2015, one hundred years after my family fled the Armenian Genocide, I journeyed to Armenia, keeping a promise to my grandmother. Many members of my family disappeared into the violence and forced marches that consumed the bodies of one and a half million souls. Arriving in Armenia, I learned that in 2015 the terror was not yet over.
I had heard that Azerbaijan, flush with oil wealth and much larger than its tiny neighbor, was firing across the border into Armenia. I was skeptical. Maybe it was a few isolated incidents. Just imagine what would happen if Mexico was firing across the border into Texas. I inquired at an NGO that does work in the border provinces. They told me that they had just built a wall to shield the kindergarten from gunfire in one of the villages. Would I like to go and see it? As a photographer and lawyer, I knew that I had to see for myself. So I began a long trip through the mountains to the border villages.
In the very first village I visited, a huge bullet hole gaped over a baby’s bed, the remaining windows riddled with bullets, broken glass filling the abandoned crib. I saw the shells of empty factories where once Armenians and Azeris had worked together, and now only poverty and despair remained. Bullet holes pierced a bathroom wall, terror penetrating the most intimate spaces of daily life. Bullets fired into people’s homes were trapped in the walls, like the people on the border are trapped by the war. After the devastation that I saw, I knew I had to bear witness, documenting all that was happening there. So since 2015, I have been photographing and interviewing residents in the eighteen border villages most affected by the violence in an ongoing project. The photographs here represent just a part of the work to date.
Seeing the consequences of the border attacks, I thought about all the people that I met whose lives are being forever changed by the senseless violence. When I saw the village boys who had just turned eighteen headed for the frontlines on induction day, I thought about my own son and felt sick. In the dilapidated schools where children brave bullets to study, I thought of my immigrant grandmother whose life’s aspiration was to get an education and be a teacher. On a village street I could see the hilltop where the Azerbaijani military post looked down on the homes and farms of the village, and I thought about the father, hobbling with a cane, unable to work since being shot in the legs while tending his fields. I met a thirteen year old girl who became a champion sharpshooter after her father fell defending the village, her childhood forever interrupted by the violence. Seeing the bullets in the walls of the kindergarten, I felt disgusted by the idea of grown men shooting at 4 and 5 year olds. Yet, facing a more than twenty five year long campaign of terror, the people on the border continued their efforts to defend their human rights through non-violent resistance. I could not imagine walking away from them without trying to share their stories of survival, love and hope with the world. After Azerbaijan and Turkey attacked Armenia and neighboring Artsakh on September 27, 2020 perpetrating a bloody war on innocent civilians, I knew that I could not allow myself to be silenced or to give up. I will continue to follow the example of the people of the Borderlands, fighting hate with love and compassion, even as we’re forced to defend ourselves and our homeland.