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I was attending classes at Saddleback College during the first Gulf war. As preparations for the war rolled forward, I began to wonder at how many people didn’t care about it. I'm older than most of the students and remember when people, esp. young people, gave a damn about what our gov't was doing in their names. No longer, it seemed. Because Iraq provoked by invading Kuwait, those who cared were in favor of US entering the war by a large majority. I was not against the war. I'm against apathy; against blindly following because you're too lazy and/or scared to open your eyes. Too many seem willing to let the tide of public opinion determine their stand on issues. I like to do my own thinking. And so I thought, pondered, wondered what I could do to illustrate the problem as I saw it. I put on my thinking cap and all hell broke loose. Actually not a cap, I began wearing a kaffiyeh- a traditional Arab headdress. I wore a black and white number just like Yasser's. I was determined to wear it until the end of the war. The point, you ask? I think it is easier to kill those you don't have to look at, those you never see. Killing may be necessary at times, but should never be easy. With that in mind, I decided to take what I could from Middle Eastern culture and put it in people's faces, and the kaffiyeh was the easiest and most readily identifiable signifier I could think of. Reaction was quick and only occasionally dangerous. Mostly I was instructed to go back where I came from. On one occasion I was shot at; I assume missing me was intentional- I hope so, anyway. Hostility is to be expected and didn't bother me, other than the aforementioned shooting incident. People become hostile when confronted with an idea or image that requires them to think. Why does that man in the funny hat piss me off so much? I wonder if anyone asked that of him/herself before screaming at me. So I got a little bit of attention locally, most negative. Nothing was accomplished beyond my making the acquaintance of a few open minds on campus, but I'm glad to know there are some out there. I fulfilled my promise to not leave home without my hat for the duration of Gulf War I. Easily, as the war lasted little longer than the semester. About the kaffiyeh, -it is not a Muslim headdress but rather traditional among desert peoples, regardless of religion. © 2022 ZatoichiFeatured Review
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Added on May 9, 2008Last Updated on September 10, 2022 AuthorZatoichiLaguna Niguel, CAAboutborn under a full moon in the middle of the day on a foggy bank of the Mississippi River. Nihongo o hanashimasu ka? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MDSYG8ILKB0 Lip Dub - Flagpole Sitta b.. more..Writing
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