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Showing posts with label anger. Show all posts
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Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Idiot in the Airport

Yeah, so I had my first encounter with general American ignorance on the Arab-Israeli conflict. It happened today in the Chicago Midway Airport. Here I am on my way to my best friend's wedding in Oakland, CA. I had a layover in Chicago. I brought with me a book called, "The Lemon Tree."

Highly recommended read, I've only gotten through about 100 pages. It's a well written non-fiction account of a Palestinian who returns to his house in al-Ramla, and meets the Jewish lady who lives there. It goes through the whole history, from the early Zionists, up through at least the six-day war, and I think it will continue even after, through the second intifada in 2000. The best part about this book is the narration is mostly objective. I feel compassion towards both of the main characters, the Jewish girl and the Arab boy, and deep sadness/anger towards both sides' leaders. The book is helping me formulate specific opinions about specific leaders. For example, I think that Ben-Gurion is one of the most wicked and corrupt men of the 20th century, right along with Mufti Mohammad Al-Hussein. Sick. The book is very real, very alive for me; filled with references to places I've been, and phrases in Arabic that I understand, and just general cultural knowledge that I have lived. I can really put myself into this book.

So, I was sitting there, "putting myself into this book", and the lady next to me started asking me about it. First of all, who talks to a stranger in an airport who is in the middle of reading a book? I mean, somewhat elementary, when a book is opened towards a person's face, usually their mind is concentrating on the words inside, no?

She asked what the book was about, because she had seen it before, and before I could tell her she started telling me about a book she had read that she thought was like it. However, from what I could tell, the book was one of those fashion-politics books that go in and out of the print every other day. You know, that one section in Barnes and Noble with books that are meant to radicalize your viewpoints, titles like, "Why Bush Is A Horrible President."

She described this book that went through American politics from the early colonists and the stamp act, to President Bush in Iraq. So basically, the only obvious similarity between our books were that they both had to do with History. She then asked me if my book was about the six-day war, "You know, it really is incredible what the Jews were able to do! An absolute miracle, in 1967. They single-handedly defeated all the Arab armies...I mean, from a Christian perspective, this has been prophesied and prophesied."

I think I was kind of staring at her. When I finally opened my mouth, I said, "Well, this book is not really about that." She interrupted, "Oh, isn't it a story of a Palestinian and a Jew? Those Palestinians..." Before she could make some other pseudo-Crusader comment, I jumped in, "The book is quite well researched, it's a non-fiction account of a Jew and a Palestinian who meet because the Jew is living in the Palestinian's old house. You know, in 1948, when the UN gave the Jews large chunks of the land of Palestine, and hundreds of thousands of Palestinians were forced out of their homes..."

Here she cut in again. "But it was prophesied from the beginning. I mean, what a miracle that the Jews were able to defeat the Arabs! And now look at all the problems we have, radical Islamic terrorists everywhere..."

I was choking my rage. She wasn't even THERE, you know?

She continued, "And Israel has given back to the Palestinians everything they wanted in 1967, and there is still so much violence and hatred. I mean, every single thing they wanted, they've just given it right back."

Here, they started boarding the plane. Fortunately, the lady was in group A and I was in group B, so I didn't risk sitting next to her for four hours. I had completely had enough of her ignorant, one-sided, radical views.

In a calm stable voice, I pronounced,"I'd really like to see your source of information on that."

She kind of floundered, I guess not expecting me to confront what she must have esteemed educated and moderate opinions. "Oh, any news station!"

I have many Arab friends from many different countries, and different political views. Radicals, nationalists, communists, lovers-of-Islamic Monarchies, libertarians, NPR-loving liberal democrats - basically every different opinion possible. Despite all their differences, there is one opinion that is shared on all planes - a general disgust/disapproval for American Media.

Which I now share.

Even if NBC Nightly News, CNN, Fox etc. weren't fashion shows with a few random clips of soldiers walking around in Iraq, even if the general American public watched news stations like BBC World that are less flashy and spend more time on more relevant stories - the sad fact is that Americans are so stupid they wouldn't be able to process the information showed to them. Even if we had a more reliable media, the majority still would believe whatever felt best according to their religion - THE MAJORITY WOULDN'T CARE.

THE MAJORITY DOESN'T CARE.

I don't understand how this woman could come up with the brilliant idea that the Israeli government is suddenly sympathetic towards Palestinians, has given them back all of the rights and territories they possessed before 1967, and is advocating a two-state solution. The EXACT opposite is true, and this is something that I know because I have seen it with my eyes, I have been there, walked there, and talked with many different people - Jewish, Israeli, Palestinian...I feel like I'm going crazy.

I shouldn't have felt such anger towards this ignorant fool in the airport. I should have felt pity, even sorrow.

It's hard to feel sorrow for a people that willingly embraces ignorance, that clings to religious extremism instead of seeking out moderation and understanding of cultures and peoples. How can the majority of the citizens of my country stand to support such fanaticism and intolerance? Such complete disregard for the value of the Palestinian people, their religious and historical ties to the land, the blood they have spilled in this conflict? Arabs are our brothers. You claim to be Christian, yet you condone the atrocious acts of violence during the six-day war? How can anyone condone the preemptive strike of 1967? The Egyptian bodies piled in the sand?

Need to sleep.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Death of my Phone Card

12.18.07

I guess I should just take a deep breath and laugh. All these ridiculous problems with technology are quite hilarious.

I bought a 2 gig flashdrive in France for about $30. I brought it here. The first day I was with the Hammouri’s, Hibba and I went to Yarmouk to start an equally tedious process of signing me up for classes in the language center. Sanaa had a problem with her phone. It couldn’t open the media files anymore. Granted I was observing everything that was happening in a second non-indoeuropean language, what I got out of the whole thing was that somehow the driver became corrupted or was deleted. Hibba wanted to recover the files that were lost. I heard the words, “bring me a flashdrive tomorrow,” so I decided to be a really cool person, and pulled out my flash drive. The idiot stuck the thing in the computer, and started moving the files. But the computer was slower than a turtle and the files were many and big – it kept fluctuating between “49 minutes left” and “39 minutes left”. We had already been in the stupid store for about an hour and fifteen minutes. So the guy decided to stop, so he just pulled the flashdrive out of the computer without ejecting it, while the files were being transferred.

The next time I tried to use my flashdrive, it was not recognizable by the computer. This annoyed me. I tried it on at least four computers, and none of them worked. I talked to my Information Technology Savy friend, who said that taking a flashdrive out of a computer while files are being transferred may ruin the whole thing.

We went back to the store and explained the problem to the guy. He agreed with us, but also thought that the problem might be that somehow my computer didn’t have the right driver. My IT friend had explained to me that one of the advantages of Windows XP is that it automatically has the driver for any flashdrive you put in. He told us to come back tomorrow, and if it didn’t work, he’d give me a new one. I was pissed off. I rely on my flashdrive to transport pictures and blog posts; there are SO many changes I am dying to make to my blog, but I can’t because there is never time!!!!

So we went back the next day, and he said that he wanted to give the flashdrive to his friend in Amman because he is much more technology-savvy. He said that he could give me a 1 gig flashdrive in the meantime, but I should come back in two weeks. I told him I was pissed off at him, and that I need at least a 2 gig flashdrive. He said he didn’t have any there, but he’d give one to me if he finds out that his friend can’t fix mine.

Allah ya-oghdhoo!

So this flashdrive has been pretty good so far, except for the problem with opening the word document the other day.

Internet is ridiculous. Mama said that she would use it maximum once/month. I obviously know that I can live without the internet, but…I love it. Instant information. Instant connection. A worldwide network in one place. I can’t express to you how much I love the internet. Life without it is frustrating.

Life without a telephone is frustrating. I have a telephone, and I have friends, but I don’t have the bridge between them.

I finished my phone card. I bought another one, for the soul purpose of calling Pierrick. It didn’t work. There was a whole craziness of exchanging SIM cards. We’re gonna go see someone’s friend to figure out what the heck is wrong.

Calling France is three times more expensive than calling the States.

If anybody is out there, and doesn’t mind figuring out a cheap way to call me, CALL ME.

PS
Two days later, which would be yesterday, the 20th of February, I ended up buying another phone card to call BYU's admission office. It turns out the deadline for my reapplication (having deferred more than 2 major academic semesters, it is a whole reapplication process) is in a week, March 1st. Good thing I bought another card!

So far I have tried three different types of international calling cards: eyoonik, AmmanCall, and faraH. By far, faraH has been the cheapest and most reliable. It means "happiness" in Arabic.