A Lesson from the Man from Iran
I’d just as soon leave religion and politics to Mel Gibson and Rand Paul, but I met a young man tonight who’d recently moved here from Iran, a fact he only offered after I inquired about his accent. “What brought you to the U.S.?” I asked. (Remember, there is a North and a SOUTH America, and for folks down here, I ain’t talkin about the blues vs. the grays.) “Freedom,” he said. Come to find out, three of his friends had “disappeared” after the last Iranian election, two of them he’s almost certain were killed for their protests against Islam. “Religion is just a government tool for propaganda,” he said. “Some of my professors even failed me, not because of my grades, but because I didn’t profess faith in Allah.” So he applied for a student visa, and he’s trying to make up for that poor GPA by working as a bar-back while studying to ace the GRE. “I understand your saying, ‘You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone’’” he said. “But I don’t believe the people of this country understand how beautiful it is—to be free.” And then he shook my hand.