I find your position absurd, Graudiņa kungs. You’ve plenty of hot air and you like to strike poses (appealing mostly to two questionable linguists and a slew of diaspora folk, so far), but little of substance to say. The “ŗ” had disappeared in most of Latvia long before, but was briefly restored. Go through the comments to the piece by Sausiņš that you linked to. Or don’t—I s’pose that most would merely provoke vaimanoloģija about the poor Sovietized nation, so filthy when perceived from the purity of North American latvietība. There are a million things more vital to the viability of Latvian than a disputed palatalization (and Druviete is actually rather right-wing, by the way, having been one of the principal politicians to force through the politicized education reform). I find your (and Sausiņš‘s) posturing extremely counter-productive. Besides the many positive things that could be done directly to add life to Latvian (which don’t include quasi-religious endzelīnisms), we are talking about a country (also a linguistic environment) that is bleeding to death, losing its chances for further existence to mass emigration, the collapse of education and health care, etc. Silly ethnopolitical games have long been beyond tiring.
Want to do something for Latvian? Move to Latvia and speak it. Failing that, buy books and literary magazines, buy CDs by musicians who keep the living language (languages, plural—Latgallian also) alive, donate to schools and groups that promote culture in Latvian, etc. Small languages flourish when they jive—a sclerotic purity is a trivial part of the picture. Fighting Russian or “the Russian world” doesn’t do much; what will make or break Latvian is whether or not it is useful; whether “the Latvian world” is big enough to live in. It won’t ever be sufficient, as Russian and English are. The question is whether it can nonetheless retain its vitality. Continuing to fight World War Two, indulging in the bashing of a third of the population, longing for draconian language laws decreed by a 1930s dictator, and burying our heads in the sand as if we’re not a part of Europe will only help kill the tongue. Which, to be honest, would probably be a relief to some in the former trimda, deep down—the country of the mind seems a lot closer to some hearts than the reality. Why have a country if you can’t have your “ŗ,” after all (as if anything prevents you from palatalizing it in speech, where it matters, or, often, even in text—the latter only banned by some with the same authoritarian instincts those who’d die for the “ŗ” have).
Vysu lobu,
/P
