Back Onto the Map: Essays on a Lithuanian American Identity Kindle Edition

During the Cold War years, a free Lithuanian society existed only outside of Lithuania’s borders. You could conceivably travel the world by claiming a Lithuanian heritage. In any major city you could scan the local phone book for a Lithuanian surname, call the number and, speaking in Lithuanian, introduce yourself, and you would be picked up and brought back home and treated as a long lost relative for as long as you needed to stay. This hospitality was reciprocated when the random Lithuanian traveler showed up on your doorstep. The definition of what constituted a Lithuanian was clear to World War II Lithuanian émigrés. They had their own newspapers, journals, magazines, a network of Saturday language and culture schools, summer camps, operating in communication over four continents. I now know, after years of research, that this strong sense of patriotism and literacy is due to the success of Lithuania’s schools in those two brief decades of independence before World War II, a renaissance period when tolerance, literacy, love of nation, self-respect, and a strong moral code and values were fostered. The emphasis on education in the interwar period did not only benefit urban populations but also took root in the remotest villages. That was why when Russia occupied Lithuania in 1941, Stalin’s first victims were the nation’s school teachers. They were rounded up and deported to the arctic region of Siberia in June 1941.Growing up in America and Canada, we were instructed by our elders not to lay down roots because one day we would be going home to Lithuania to help rebuild the country. But there was no Lithuania for us to go back to. Lithuania had been occupied by Soviet Russia. It remained under Russian dominance until the nation won back its independence in 1991.Now Lithuania is free, and our efforts are no longer needed. We diaspora Lithuanians no longer need to hold the torch for Lithuania, to preserve the ancient language. Whenever we desire, we may simply board an airplane and hours later be walking the streets of Vilnius, or Kaunas, Klaipėda, or Palanga. But what do we do with our divided identities? This book of essays is a meditation on that question, and on something more. How do we children of World War II displaced persons integrate this wonderfully creative, innovative, tiny northern European country into our psyches now that it is no longer a fairy tale land, but a real place? Read more