Posted by
PLynn on Wednesday, July 19, 2006 12:53:51 AM
I decided to write this
blog entry because of being tired.
I became tired with the
confusion and unnecessary prejudice that has often accompanied discussions
about Arabs, and in particular Arab Americans in recent years.
Earlier today I was
listening to a talk radio show. This show is one I normally am in agreement
with, in terms of its goals, message, and viewpoint of the host.
This particular airing
threw me though.
A discussion was going
on about the very dishonest, disingenuous, and American-loathing New York
Times.
A show caller came on
the air sharing that the "bad guys", i.e. in her words "Muslims,
Iraqis, 'terrorists' and Arabs" were some how en league with said bad
newspaper.
I am really not sure
how she made the leap; apparently this lady was a Jewish American, not sure if
she was a Messianic Jew, to claiming "Arabs" are, broad-spectrum
"bad guys".
But that kind of dumb
and unclear talk can make me pretty upset.
I suppose it's kind of
understandable her making the connection between "Muslims" because
some very zealous Muslims have taken their cause out on our great land. And,
even then, it's probably not particularly fair to the good and decent
Muslim people who love our land. And I can understand here mentioning
"those people" and throwing in Iraqis.
But what I do not
understand is how this gal, probably walking in a mindset not too far from a
lot of people out there who just don't know much better, could make the leap
and connection between "Arabs" and "bad guys".
Add to this the fact
that our never-really-fully-honest news media often portrays Arabs as crazy
hysterical moaning weepy cases (the poor, understandably grief-struck wailing
women we often see in the news), or wacky death-loving people bent on making
ruining this land their mission with the goal of however many girls they
acquire in the Muslim's idea of Heaven.
One hardly ever
sees fair, sane, cultured or honest portrayals of Arabs or Arab Americans.
All we might see are
politicians or political types schmoozing with Germans or Europeans,
towards what some call a very Muslim zed E.U., which is often dubbed
"Londonistan".
Talking about terrorism
and these topics has got to be on my least happy discussion of writings or
talks, not just because a lot of good and decent people get misjudged or
misunderstood, but because almost everything it has to do with is either
tragic, controversial, lethal or depressing.
And I will not lie and
pretend I have any deep intimate understanding of what it's like to be Black.
Obviously, Arabs today
may not have had the pain, both regionally and as a nation in history that
Black American's have.
My dear
Husband is part Latin American and has seen and lived prejudice up close with
a tan skinned Mother. So, of course, through them, and having grown up in the suburbs of an inner city, I get some of the idea and feeling of the
pain and disadvantage misjudgments bring.
But, and I have not
taken any survey or Arab Americans to know, I just get the strong impression
that Arabs, along with, recently probably lots of folks of Latin extraction,
just with our borders and all, are being woefully misrepresented, and
misunderstood as a whole.
I hear stories about
young Arabic college girls being frisked like common criminals, and I
understand the national concern for safety no matter, or almost,
no-matter-what. And I do not think myself particularly left-leaning or not
patriotic or one picking at gnats here in making, what some might call, a fine
point. It is still a real point.
Meanwhile, folks like my
darling Daddy, age 71 this coming month, talk with such sentiment about how at
age 5, during the war years when he was small, he fought a bigger boy who was
dipping a small American flag in a muddy area.
My Father, the
same man who introduced me to hummus and pita bread, and the culture that's
half of me, waxed prosaic about his deep love for his land even as a little
boy.
"DON'T DO THAT TO
MY FLAG!!!" he kept saying
"STOP DOING THAT
TO MY FLAG!!!"
And then last year a
casual visit to a chat room had an anonymous visitor ask me "How I like my
people cooked" when I shared I was half Arab American.
These are the vicious
stereotypes that one must fight against.
These are the pockets
of anger and indignation, mixed with ignorance that give birth to true
hate in a nation.
Of course, that very
nice Italian American radio show producer, who I normally strongly agree
with, felt I should kick back and not take such a comment so hard.
I suppose he was not
Arab enough to see my point. But, do you? Though I still think well of the guy.
Can anyone see that
a "Conservative" voice can still see dangerous discrepancies in
discussions like this?
I recall the ever clear voice of my dark-haired late Aunt’s singing glowing
renditions of "God Bless America" at our large family parties, when I was a child.
In my mind and to the memories in my heart, I can only refrain "God Bless America, indeed"
P.Lynn©2006