Pride & ِDisgrace of Being
“I have been reading books on history of Iran for some time now, tome by tome, chapter by chapter, and word by word. From the beginning to present, I have reached the Constitution Revolution period and I have about one hundred years to go…
What I have concluded so far: This country is an extraordinary monster; each chapter is besmirched by malevolence, torture, pain, poverty, aggression, vengeance, sycophancy, and treason.
Iran of history books is scorched and pulverized cities and villages, gouged eyes, mutilated bodies, homes pulverized by dozens and dozens of alien hordes, surrender of millions of humans who were enslaved by the tyrants of the time.
I ask myself, do I love Iran? Am I proud of my land and of being Iranian?
Yes! The more I learn about how the people of my land have endured poverty, pain, rage, tyranny, and plunder the more I love it. I hold it in such esteem as not to let reason in. The horror I have felt in every corner of my land has more than ever inspired kinship with the millions of people who have turned to the earth covering my land, the earth I walk on. I know today that they too wanted to make a glorious history, yearned to eradicate agony, inequity, poverty and tyranny, but they failed. And I understand this failure. They remained silent and I know this silence. Iranians always chose silence. I have repeatedly heard their bones crushing in the folds of the bitter history of Iran, crushed bones, silent tongues.
What an enigma is the Iranian, what a monster, what a marvel, what irony and error, what pride and disgrace, what justice and tyranny, pride and ignominy of being. I love it.”
Thank you CK.
Update à la V! : Thank you Monte for introducing Howard Zin … “To live now as we think human should live, in defiance of all that is bad around us...”.