tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26437247810138167422024-02-20T01:24:21.310-08:00Junehill, Owl and a Green Dog, TooHere, There, and EverywhereJunehillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06276842748761922413noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643724781013816742.post-65957615068746920312007-07-19T15:37:00.000-07:002007-07-19T18:56:48.720-07:00Uncle Noney-BirdMy sister, who went to Wellesley, recently received a birthday card from Hillary Clinton, despite the fact that they did not know each other in college. (See my political blog at <strong>www.huffingtonpost.com</strong> for the full story.*) This card, its "hand-written" message done by auto-pen, and obviously sent by the fundraising arm of the Clinton campaign, because Hillary doesn't know my sister from Eve, reminds me of my Uncle Logan and his little collection of such cards.<br /><br />Logan Mooney, my maternal grandmother's son by her first marriage, was proud to be the grandson of C.P.J. Mooney. During my childhood, I found my uncle tiresome--for many reasons, not least of which was his constant chatter about C.P.J. Mooney. At the time, I could have been less interested. Now, of course, I wish I had listened. Few of you, dear readers, unless you are newspaper reporters, will have heard of C.P.J. Mooney--and there's a caution here about fame and fortune. Charles Patrick Joseph Mooney was the finest political figure west Tennessee ever produced (although, like many prominent Tennesseans, he was born elsewhere), for he was the muckraking newspaper editor who broke the power of the Klan in the state. Mooney and the Memphis <em></em><em>Commercial Appeal</em><em></em> won a Pulitzer for their efforts in 1923, and Mooney himself died three years later, at work, at his desk. As one of his friends in the newsroom said, Mooney "rode the owl home at three in the morning," for his work was his life. Despite his trouncing the Klan, Mooney died frustrated, for he had had no such success in exposing the various corruptions in the political machine of E.H. Crump, who was the Boss of Memphis then and would be for decades to come.<br /><br />Not surprisingly, C.P.J. Mooney's family life suffered. His son Hugh, my uncle's father, was a troubled man, eventually institutionalized (back in the day when this was legally possible). Therefore, my uncle hardly knew his father or his grandfather, for he was only eight when C.P.J. Mooney died. His mother married again, this time to a man (Watkins Overton, my grandfather) who would eventually hold the record as longest-serving Memphis mayor. With his mother and step-father often away on the campaign trail, Logan was sent off to school. In family movies from the 1920's, and in newsreels of the period (my mother and her siblings were the ribbon-cutters of choice for the city), Logan is always standing off to the side, looking ill-at-ease.<br /><br />When Uncle Logan was a teenager, my grandparents divorced. My grandfather got custody of his three children (a political story for another day); my grandmother kept Logan, who lived with her for the rest of his life. He had grown into the kind of man Southerners called "nervous." Too nervous to hold down a job, people said. Eventually, Uncle Logan got a patronage job in shipping on the Mississippi. I remember my grandmother saying nights that Logan was going down to the river to "meet the barge." He had three pleasures in life: his CB radio, his pride in his grandfather, and his five nieces.<br /><br />I'm sorry to say that my sisters and I did not always reciprocate the affection. Uncle Logan dropped by my parents' house every afternoon, when he knew we would be home from school. He would rap on the sliding glass door in back; then he would sing and snap his fingers in time to a ditty he had made up: "<em>Julia Bird!</em> <em>Julia Bird! Off we go to Gatlinburg!"</em> The full story of the slant rhyme is much too much--suffice it to say that Julia among us sisters was Logan's favorite. In return, we called him Uncle Noney-Bird. And often we weren't very nice.<br /><br />As for Uncle Logan's pride in his grandfather, it found its expression in the wall space of carefully-framed cards like the one Hillary Clinton sent my sister. Uncle Logan's cards were from FDR, JFK, and William Randolph Hearst. His family name made Uncle Logan a place on the card lists of the politically-powerful. Childlike to the day he died, Uncle Logan felt that the cards gave him a special connection to Roosevelt, Kennedy, and Hearst. Often at Grandmother's house I had to suffer through a visit to the card wall. From the time I was quite young, seven or eight, I intuited that these famous men did not know my uncle, even as Logan himself was quite sure they did. Now I understand that these cards gave him a sense of self-worth and dignity. Funny thing--not a year goes by that my sisters and I don't think often and fondly of Uncle Logan and miss him dearly. In our loss, I suppose, is his true worth.<br /><br />*In a few days, I will have figured out my URL for The Huffington Post. For now, you can access my political blog by going to www.huffingtonpost.com, clicking on blogs, and choosing Off the Bus. You will find me among the Off the Bus bloggers. Alternately, you can click on the list of bloggers, either click on F or scroll down, and find me, Mayhill Fowler.<br /><br />Note: I will be back to Middle East blogging in a few days, after I get the kinks worked out of the HP blog. Have much to say about Fatah and Hamas.Junehillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06276842748761922413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643724781013816742.post-30005566195607665982007-07-13T09:00:00.000-07:002007-07-14T20:22:25.848-07:00Hillary Clinton, Wellesley Girl<div><font face="Arial">Flopped out in the Rio Grande Valley, nursing a cold, I've been reading Carl Bernstein's new biography of Hillary Clinton, trying to get a better sense of a woman I might well vote for come November 2008. Right off let me say that Bernstein provides a good read--not just a page-turner but a nuanced portrait. The Clintons' unhappiness with the book shows more than anything how the space inhabited by the famous and powerful over time comes to be shut off from the rest of the world, like a little terrarium under a glass bell. For the Clintons should be pleased. Bernstein's Hillary is passionate, conflicted, idealistic and pragmatic in equal measure. Yes, she has faults, she makes mistakes--but who doesn't? If Bernstein had meant his biography to flatter, the book wouldn't be worth beach time because any reader with a grain of sense would know it wasn't true.</font></div><br /><div><font face="Arial"></font> </div><br /><div><font face="Arial">One small section of the Hillary biography--her undergraduate years at Wellesley--I feel competent to judge, because I was not so far away at Vassar, '64-'68, and because two of my sisters were at Wellesley the same time as Hillary. For the most part, Carl Bernstein gets it right. Only a few of the supporting details are wrong, and I suppose we shouldn't expect a twenty-something research assistant to know that (1) when Robert Reich first met Hillary in 1965, he is mis-remembering that she was wearing bell bottoms, which weren't worn by hippies until the late sixties and taken up by other women in the early seventies; (2) the birth control pill was not "easily available" for Hillary and her new boyfriend David Rupert in the summer of 1968 (appointment with ob/gyn off-campus required, and then, given the patriarchy of the profession, convincing sometimes needed); (3) pass/fail grading and inter-disciplinary majors were rising as dress codes and parietals were falling everywhere in the Ivy League, so it is misleading to suggest, as Bernstein does, that Hillary Rodham single-handedly brought these changes to pass at Wellesley.</font></div><br /><div><font face="Arial"></font> </div><br /><div><font face="Arial">But this is nitpicking. One of the best things about <em>A Woman in Charge</em> is that Bernstein lays out a strong case for Hillary's devout Methodist faith. Beginning in high school, and certainly at Wellesley, Hillary's Methodism was a social gospel engaged in civil rights and the anti-war movement. Not surprisingly, for young people often forsake the stricter tenets of their religion only to return to them later in life (certainly that was my path), Hillary Rodham's college (and law school) religious practice did not include chastity. Hillary had two serious college boyfriends with whom she lived for short periods of time; once she met Bill Clinton, she lived on and off with him for several years, before finally deciding to marry him. At the time, such choices at such schools were the rule, not the exception. I suspect that Hillary, just as I, did not give much thought to the disjunction between her faith and her sexual life. It was the Age of Aquarius, the Advent of Free Love, and many of us twenty-somethings of the 60's and 70's were swept up.</font></div><br /><div><font face="Arial"></font> </div><br /><div><font face="Arial">At the same time, other Wellesley women (my sister was one) lived their Christian faith differently. My sister and her friends sought the meaning of the personal rather than the social gospel. Although, like Hillary, they did their share of Good Works in poor neighborhoods, they expressed their faith primarily in prayer, Bible study, and attempts at evangelism (the kind of naive outreach that my sister laughs about today). Of course, nobody--certainly not reporters, who were covering Woodstock and the San Francisco scene rather than Campus Crusade--realized that Inter-varsity Christian Fellowships, like the one at Wellesley, were equally significant, that one day they would grow into the American political force the media calls "the Religious Right."</font></div><br /><div><font face="Arial"></font> </div><br /><div><font face="Arial">Several comments occur to me here. First, the determination of my sister and her Wellesley friends 1966-1970 to love God, follow the Ten Commandments, and heed Jesus' Pentecostal injunction to tell the world about Him is the God-centered, top-down rather than pick-and-choose faith I wrote about in my previous blog. Secondly, Evangelical Christianity (a misnomer, because by definition all Christians are evangelicals) continues to shape society and politics, in a number of increasingly significant ways in this age of Islamic terrorism; on the other hand, some of the social gospel vision of the last century is history, and embarrassing history at that. We now know, for example, that much of the Black Panther movement that captured the imagination of Hillary and her Yale Law School classmates was a con, in which various black men played white middle class guilt so well that otherwise intelligent and educated people did not see that the men essentially were criminals.</font></div><br /><div><font face="Arial"></font> </div><br />It's always easier to spot an injustice in the distance than the wrong close-to-home. At Wellesley, Hillary was concerned, genuinely, admirably, with the plight of blacks in the South. However, committed Christian though she was, Hillary seems never to have used her prominence in student government to speak out against the cruel ways in which other Wellesley girls taunted my sister and her friends, who were known as "The God Squad." Focussed on bringing poor black girls to her school (I assume that Wellesley, like Vassar, already included well-to-do black students), Hillary didn't notice the scholarship students already there. My sisters were two such. At that time, young women on scholarship at Wellesley were required to do small jobs around campus. Poorer girls were further stigmatized by the jumble bin of used clothing put aside for them. I recall my family's feelings of humiliation about these ways in which my sisters were set apart. Here was an injustice right on campus that a would-be reformer such as Hillary Rodham could have tackled. But as far as the poor were concerned, Hillary had her sights set farther away.<br /><br />The difference between the ways Hillary and my sister lived the Gospel at Wellesley was a small harbinger of the coming divide in our country on matters of faith. Calling herself an agnostic intellectual liberal while engaged in a serious correspondence on doctrinal matters of faith and grace with her Methodist youth minister back home, Wellesley Hillary was searching, like any college student. But here in her complicated and sophisticated system of belief, in her youth, was a part of her that would someday inspire uneasiness in more conventionally-oriented fellow Christians and give her such a polarizing persona.<br /><br />A rapprochement is on the horizon, and Barack Obama is not the only Christian trying to bring it on. Just as conservative Christians (so-called--obviously, I don't like any of the media's nametags) have taken on new environmental responsibility, just as some Christians whose faith is traditionally Bible-centered are calling for a new war on poverty and reviving the activist faith of a half-century before, so Hillary Rodham Clinton herself has evolved. In the series of interviews with the Democratic presidential candidates on the subject of faith and politics, which appeared on CNN June 12 (see www.sojo.net for the full transcript), Hillary talked about her faith. "I come from a tradition that is perhaps a little too suspicious of people who wear their faith on their sleeves," she said. Despite a mention of the Pharisees, she came close to suggesting that she may have been wrong.<br /><br /><em></em><em></em>Junehillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06276842748761922413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643724781013816742.post-91494995166504334322007-07-05T13:49:00.000-07:002007-07-05T20:05:25.126-07:00Maybe I Get ItMatthew Arnold's poem <em>Dover Beach</em> has spoken to educated people in the West about modern times. Writing in 1867, Arnold has long seemed to have the gift of poetic prophesy.<br /><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:arial;">The Sea of Faith<br />Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore<br />Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.<br />But now I only hear<br />Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,<br />Retreating, to the breath<br />Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear<br /></span>And naked shingles of the world.<br /></em><br /><br />Has any other poem, for more than a century, better encapsulated our society's moving away from the religious verities of our forebears and towards secularism? Arnold's verse has seemed as much a summing up for us as prophesy for him. Inherent to Arnold's choice of metaphor, however, is something upon which none of my teachers, not even in English graduate school, commented.<br /><br />Even as the tide goes out, it comes back in.<br /><br />And so, well before the end of the first decade in this new century, we see one of the major themes for this century: a rekindling of religious faith worldwide. One of the past century's assumptions, that with education and globalism people everywhere would become increasingly secular, has been proved false. Nowhere is this movement more obvious than in Islam. Whereas Islam used to be more a cultural than a religous force in parts of the Muslim world, today that world is changing. In both social subsets, like university students in Cairo, and in nations, like Turkey and Indonesia, people are more attentive to the dictates of their faith. Of course, the same forces are at work in Christianity. The growth of evangelical Protestantism in the U.S. and in Central America, the correspondent emergence of charismatic Catholicism, the legacy of Pope John Paul II, the rebirth of the Orthodox church in the states of the former Soviet Union, and the competition for converts between Christianity and Islam in Africa are shaping our world. Of course, there are parallels in Judaism, for which one need look no further than the growth of the Orthodox Bronx in New York.<br /><br />But for all the rebirths in Christianity, it is the Muslim faith that will shape the world to come. Islam is the world's fastest growing religion, the world's fastest growing population. Within forty years, a majority of earth's people will be Muslim. Therefore, Islam--not Judaeo-Christian values, not the western Enlightenment, not American democracy--will mark some of the ways in which our grandchildren and great-grandchildren live. Future world cultures will be colored by Islam, in the way American popular music and movies and games infuse everything everywhere today.<br /><br />Some of you, dear readers, don't want to read this. Some of you resist. You are alarmed. But I say to you: <em>don't be</em>. Despite the growing numbers of Islamic terrorists, despite the myriad ways in which various Muslim societies are growing darker--and indeed every day there is more disquieting news--good things are happening in Islam. You have to search online to find the good news. But the good news is there, and in its own quiet way, growing. I have pointed you towards some of that news in my Jordan blog, to some of the people, women in particular, who are risking their lives to find a way to practice their faith in the modern world.<br /><br />There is an ongoing debate among Middle East scholars about a Reformation for Islam. Would it be good for Islam to have a realignment like the Protestant Reformation sparked by Martin Luther? Or is that a neo-colonialist imperative? It seems to me that such a debate is academic, for the Reformation has already begun. As Leila Ahmed said to the young Muslim women at the IWF Conference, "like me, you have been educated in the West. But unlike me, you are not staying in the West. You are taking what you have learned home with you; you are re-interpreting the <em>Quran</em> and <em>sharia</em>; you are going further than I ever dreamed." The paradox is that by re-thinking what it means to live life as a good Muslim, these women are strengthening the whole world of their religion.<br /><br />So the "great war for civilisation" that Fisk and others envision is not really between Islam and the West, or between Islam and Judaism/Christianity. It is a war within Islam itself. Mostly, at the beginning of this century, we see the dark forces at work. To put it in neutral language, we see the push-back. When reading about suicide bombers and hate speech and honor killings, I don't usually respond so, I must confess. Indeed I often think of Martin Luther's great hymn of the Reformation. "<em>And so our Ancient Foe, doth seek to work us woe/His craft and power are great/And armed with cruel hate, on Earth is not his Equal."</em> As a Christian, of course, I believe that evil will not triumph, in the end.<br /><br />In Jordan, I had a breakfast conversation that I've thought much about since. Amy and I, both of us from the San Francisco Bay area, were talking about religious tolerance among Californians. A good thing, we both agreed. Amy went on to say how great it is that many Californians are into Buddhism. I demurred, tentatively. And in the end, I demur even more. For in the West, even among conservative Christian and Jewish congregations, we now have "pick and choose" religion. It's a Build-A-Bear enterprise: from the elements of various faiths, choose what appeals to you and build your own religion--dare I say it, build your own God. For after all, none of the Buddhism-appreciative Californians Amy and I know are shaving their heads, picking up their staves and begging bowls and heading out into the world to search for divinity, in the true Buddhist way. In our time, we have come to the end of the journey on which the Reformation and the subsequent European Enlightenment have set us. Individual consciousness, human rights for the individual, the imperative that an individual should interpret Scripture as he or she sees fit--we have sought and found these good things, and they have carried us as far as they can. From the overweening sense of personal entitlement, from rationalizations of bad behavior, from the moral relativism that permeates western cultures, we can see that we have reached some kind of an end.<br /><br />Islam--whether from necessity, as the world's most influential religion, or from divine purpose, as I believe--will take us on down the road. When my new Jordanian friend said that Islam is a perfect expression of human rights for women, I nodded politely, but I rolled my inner eye. Now I think I'm beginning to get it. Islam is not a religion built from the bottom up, as much of Christianity is today, from the bits and pieces of doctrine and revelation an individual finds congenial. Islam is a--maybe <em>the</em>--top-down faith. Worship God, in the spirit of the <em>Quranic</em> revelations; acknowledge God, and everything else follows. For a Muslim, submission to God, through the ritual of daily prayers, infuses everything. This is why so many Muslim women attest that Islam is good to women. <em>God is good and all-powerful; His immanence gives</em> <em>meaning to my world</em>. In the well-lived Muslim life, this is complete truth. In everyday matters, of course, people often fail to live their faith. How twenty-first century Islam reconciles this dichotomy will determine much.<br /><br />This is the end of my Jordan blog. I'll continue to write about Islam now and then. But it's on to the 2008 presidential race. Islam is the future--likely well past my lifetime--but for now American democracy is still a force to be reckoned with. So Junehill, Owl, and Green Dog will return to our political roots.Junehillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06276842748761922413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643724781013816742.post-58369337626238691742007-06-29T15:39:00.000-07:002007-07-05T13:49:03.284-07:00Recommended Books, and OthersI knew little about the Middle East and Islam before I printed out the reading list for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">IWF</span> Conference. I take that back. When my daughter Caro and I went to Turkey two years ago, I did some reading for that trip. There I began to pursue an elusive subject that is becoming a bit of an obsession with me. Now I spend several hours a day online reading the Middle East news from sources large and small, trying to put together, just as if people and events were puzzle pieces, what's going on.<br /><br />Each day begins with the <em>New York Times</em> and the <em>Wall Street Journal</em>. Reportage in hand--literally, for I clip and save articles--I move on to the Internet to try to make sense of the morning's content. The stories in these two good newspapers seldom cohere. One reason for the muddles--aside from reporters doing the best they can with the limited information and perspective countries without free speech offer--is the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">scattershot</span> nature of the attention. When the war in Iraq is the only Middle East story that the <em>Times</em> covers every issue, and when the Times has an aversion today (a different situation forty years ago) to covering religion <em>per <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">se</span></em>, it is hard to follow everything else that is going on not only in the Middle East but in the Islamic world at large.<br /><br />Here are some web sites I find useful, as of summer 2007:<br /><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">MiddleEastDesk</span>.org<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">islamwatch</span>.org<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">IranPressNews</span>.com<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">MiddleEastTransparent</span>.com<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">HumanRightsWatch</span>.org<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">jordantimes</span>.com<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">cnifoundation</span>.org<br /><br />Al-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Ahram</span> Weekly (<a href="http://english.ahram.org/">http://english.<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">ahram</span>.org</a>)<br /><br />Al-Hayat (<a href="http://english.daralhayat.com/">http://english.daralhayat.com/</a>)<br /><br />Al-Jazeera (<a href="http://english.aljazeera.net/">http://english.aljazeera.net/</a>)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here are the books on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">IWF</span> reading list:<br /><br /><br />1. Leila Ahmed<br /><br /><em>Women & Gender in Islam</em> (1993)<br /><br /><em>A Border Passage</em> (1999)<br /><br /><br />2. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Katarina</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Dalacoura</span><br /><br /><em>Islam, Liberalism and Human Rights</em> (2003)<br /><br /><br />3. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Khaled</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Abou</span> El <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Fadl</span><br /><br /><em>Islam and the Challenge of Democracy</em> (2004)<br /><br /><br />4. Maria Rosa <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Menocal</span><br /><br /><em>The Ornament of the World: How Muslims, Jews, and Christians Created a Culture of</em><br /><em>Tolerance in Medieval Spain (</em>2003)<br /><br /><br />5. John <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Esposito</span> & John <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Voll</span><br /><br /><em>Makers of Contemporary Islam</em> (2001)<br /><br /><em>Islam and Democracy: Religion, Identity & Conflict Resolution in the Muslim World</em><br /><br />(1996)<br /><br /><br />6. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Kamal</span> S. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Salibi</span><br /><br /><em>The Modern History of Jordan</em> (1993)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />To this list, so far I would add:<br /><br /><br />7. Robert D. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Kaplan</span><br /><em>The Arabists</em> (1993)<br /><br /><br />8. Karen Armstrong<br /><em>Muhammad</em> (1992)<br /><br /><br />9. Bernard Lewis<br /><em>What Went Wrong?</em> (2002)<br /><br /><br />10. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Vartan</span> Gregorian<br /><em>Islam</em> (2003)<br /><br /><br />11. Robert Fisk<br /><em>The Great War for Civilisation</em> (2005)<br /><br /><br />12. The <em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Quran</span></em><br /><br />A few comments on the list: Leila Ahmed and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Esposito</span>/<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Voll</span> I can't recommend highly enough. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Dalacoura</span> and El <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Fadl</span> are difficult reading, but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">necessary</span> for any pondering of Islam and Human Rights. <em>Ornament of the World</em> fills in the missing links for medieval French poetry. (For the first time, I understand the <em>Roman <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">de</span> la Rose</em>.) However, even as she explores the things medieval Judaism and Christianity took from Islam, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">Menocal</span> does not put forward much, if any, influence in the other direction. Surely, this is significant, but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">Menocal</span> does not explore the one-way-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">ness</span> of the influence.<br /><br />On the books I recommend: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">Kaplan's</span> book is all-the-more revealing for being dated. For example, two of the Arabists <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">Kaplan</span> struggles to like (and almost but not quite succeeds) turn out to be prescient years before 9/11. More importantly, his book describes America's good relationship with Arabs in the Middle East <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">pre</span>-Israel. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">Kaplan</span> doesn't make sense of how things went wrong after that, but he does describe Kissinger's crucial role in the change. To begin to understand how America went so wrong in the Middle East, Fisk is a good, if lengthy (over 800 pages) read. Despite the annoying title of his book, Fisk, a British journalist in the Middle East for forty years, witnessed many of the crucial events there. He covered the Civil War in Lebanon. He was the last western reporter out of Afghanistan. He knew <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">Osama</span> Bin Laden back in the day.<br /><br />I now know enough to be able to disagree with Bernard Lewis. But still he is a seminal western scholar and a must-read. I now know enough to realize that Edward Said is, too. <em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">Orientalism</span></em> is on my beside table. And, of course, we must read the <em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">Quran</span></em>. So far, I have not found a good translation. (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">Arberry's</span> on order. Will report back.) This situation would seem to bear out what people who know Arabic say--namely, that the <em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">Quran</span></em> is untranslatable.<br /><br />The <em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44">Quran</span></em> is not a narrative, like many books of the Bible. In fact, the book is not linear. It jumps around from "submissions" (prayers to Allah, many of them beautiful and more sophisticated than anything in the Bible) to specific injunctions about caring for orphans, dividing property, keeping sheep and cattle, settling disputes, husbands and wives, and other elements necessary for a cohesive society. Here the <em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45">Quran</span></em> reminds me of the Judaic laws in Leviticus, Numbers and Deuteronomy. Surprisingly, much of the <em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46">Quran</span></em> is a commentary on Genesis, Exodus, and the Gospels. The commentary is general and therefore not particularly insightful. But, obviously, given the times in which we live, the holy book of Islam is a necessary read. Now that I think about it, the Bible is, too.<br /><br />On the subject of popular literature and "first person" books with Middle East settings: Read the classics. Mafouz. Rushdie. Hikmet. Pamuk.<br /><br />The only "less than the first rank" book I recommend is <em>Acts of Faith</em> by Philip Caputo. This novel, set in the Sudan during the first decade of civil war between North and South, beautifully if sadly sets forth why westerners and aid organizations, with the best of intentions, fail to do much about ethnic cleansing. Also, Caputo is the only novelist I know who inhabits the skin and soul of a Muslim jihadist character and makes him human and sympathetic. A literary achievement. (The book did win the Pulitzer Prize.)<br /><br />If you read some of the books on the above lists, you will see why the following popular books are not-so-good:<br /><br />1. <em>Nine Parts of Desire</em> by Geraldine Brooks. A first-person account all-the-more scary because the author is a journalist, for heaven's sake. She of all people should be able to inhabit the skin and soul of a contemporary Muslim woman and understand why so many such women have taken up the veil. Brooks writes fatuously about King Hussein and Queen Noor: "Behind the king's resolve, I was sure I saw the queen's quiet influence at work, and his world view gradually becoming identical with hers." Read Leila Ahmed to understand the veil. Read Fisk to get the real story on King Hussein. Brooks's account could hardly be farther from the truth.<br /><br />2. <em>Reading Lolita in Tehran</em> by Azar Nafisi. Generally speaking, if a book re-inforces impressions you already had about the Middle East, you should beware. As many Iranian women have pointed out, Nafisi indulges in easy stereotypes (the wife abuser, for example, whereas, as Ahmed says, the incidence of wife abuse is the same East and West). From Nafisi's book, a reader might assume all too-easily that for educated Iranian women novels originally written in English are their standard for literature, instead of the Persian writers who inhabit the current literary scene--women like Parsipur, Behbahani, and Danishvar. More importantly, it is all-too-easy to jump from an embrace of a writer's creation of imagination, here a reading group in Tehran, to an assumption that Iranian middle class women want a different society than the one they now have. <em></em><br /><br />3. <em>Kabul Beauty School</em> by Deborah Rodriguez and Kristin Ohlson. Afghani women have already challenged the veracity of this "memoir." Now it seems likely that Ms. Rodriguez fabricated some, if not most, of her stories--always a warning sign when the publisher notes on the copyright page that "some personal, place and organization names have been changed, and some chronological details adjusted." This is another popular work that gives American readers what they already believe to be true.<br /><br />Since I'm beginning to sound like the book police, I will moderate my comments on the last two bestsellers because both are well-written and, frankly, I enjoyed them. Ayaan Hirsi Ali's <em>Infidel</em> is a compelling story of her Somali family and upbringing. Also, Ms. Ali makes clear why Holland and the rest of the EU are having second thoughts about their 14 million Muslim immigrants. On the other hand, even as we understand why Ms. Ali personally abhores Islam, her argument against the faith of her forebears does not withstand scrutiny. When she says that Islam is evil and perverting, for example, she does not account for the many fine people in the world who are Muslims and have good family lives within the Muslim faith. Again, I fear that she is "preaching to the choir" in much of her audience, who already are too disposed to demonize Islamists.<br /><br />My last caveat is about Khaled Hussein's <em>Kite Runner</em>. He is a marvelous storyteller. In the end, however, his novel is not really about Afghanistan--it has a picturesque setting that happens to be Afghanistan. Hussein's sensibility is profoundly western in its appreciation of individuality, its vision of causality as a result of human choice, and its relegation of religion to the sidelines. If you want to read a novel with a non-western sensibility, read any of Orhan Pamuk's. <em>Snow</em> is my favorite.Junehillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06276842748761922413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643724781013816742.post-4877285598033450322007-06-19T14:00:00.000-07:002007-06-28T16:35:21.201-07:00Really JordanMy friend Clare and I have been laying the groundwork for some Jordanian high school students to come over here to college. On the principle that the more positive interaction between East and West the better, I still believe in our plan, even though one of the assumptions impelling us has turned out to be false. For one thing, many Jordanian high <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">schoolers</span> don't need our help. In Amman, Jordan has six to eight private high schools, most with church origins but now secular, many offering the International Baccalaureate degree. Their graduates already go on to university in Europe, the U.K. and the U.S. Amman also has six or so good private Islamic high schools. Furthermore, King <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Abdullah</span> has enticed the headmaster of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Deerfield</span> Academy, a top American prep school, to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Deerfield's</span> new partner school, The King's Academy in Amman. And finally, Amman has some good public high schools. I now realize that Clare and I had succumbed to a bit of a rescue fantasy, whereas in fact Jordan has the best educational system in the Middle East.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />There are students in Jordan who could use our help, but we will not be able to help them. Among the million-or-so Iraqi refugees now in Jordan, surely there are teenagers, well-educated back home in Baghdad, who would love to go to college in the United States. Mostly, these young people have no educational future in Jordan, for several reasons. First of all, Jordan, overwhelmed by this latest influx of refugees, will not allow Iraqis into Jordanian public schools. And the security service is cracking down on Iraqi students who have been going to school illegally, sometimes with a school's tacit consent. Furthermore, Jordan has stopped issuing temporary visas to Iraqis and has begun enforcing the monetary penalties on overstaying the old visa's thirty-day limit. Without a valid visa, even a wealthy Iraqi child can no longer attend a private school in Jordan. To meet this crisis, two Virginia missionaries opened a school for Iraqi refugees in Amman. The Grace School could have been a conduit for Clare's and my efforts; however, for reasons unknown (but on which we can speculate) the Jordanian government closed the Grace School in April. Therefore, even before any consideration of the U.S. visa problems Jordanian-Iraqi students would have, Clare and I can not help out with this surely overwhelming need.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The educational situation in Jordan is a paradigm for the country itself. <em>Places are not always what they seem--and especially at first glance to a tourist.</em> On the one hand, with its well-educated and optimistic populace, Jordan should be a good candidate for the western business investment that the Jordanian <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">IWF</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ers</span>, in hosting the conference, were hoping to promote. On the other hand, the government of King <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Abdullah</span> may fall, as some western analysts predict, if and when the U.S. leaves Iraq. In this scenario, the influx of Iraqi refugees, and the Jordanian government's refusal to recognize them as such, are harbingers of upheaval to come.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The Jordanian women of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">IWF</span>, like many of their countrymen, want to bring to Jordan not only western business but also western tourists. Again, this is a two-sided situation. On the one hand, Jordan is a haven for tourists: friendly, clean, inexpensive, and full of interesting places to visit that are delightfully uncrowded. A woman can walk around Amman at night and know that she will not be accosted, scammed, cheated, robbed, or mugged. This is the Muslim way of life at its best--zero tolerance for thieves and utmost courtesy for guests. On the other hand, we know that there are fundamentalist <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">jihadists</span> and (potential) suicide bombers in Jordan, in the way that we don't know quite that there are any in the U.S. right now. Less than two years ago, Iraqi refugee <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">jihadists</span> blew themselves up in three of the western chain hotels in Amman: the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Radisson</span>, the Days Inn, and the Grand Hyatt, setting for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">IWF</span> Conference. Several western embassy and business folk have been murdered in the last few years. Therefore, an American in Jordan, like in Turkey, knows that something happening is all or nothing. This dual consciousness is a strange travelling companion.<br /><br /><br /><br />There is also the matter of the constitutional monarchy and King <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Abdullah</span>. The omnipresence of the king's image (photos of him everywhere) seems, on the one hand, to reflect his popularity among his subjects. On the other hand, his government, like so many Middle Eastern bureaucracies, is tainted. One of my new Jordanian acquaintances, referring obliquely to her government's corruption, asked me if there were corrupt officials in America. When I said that "yes, of course, human nature is the same everywhere, and it is the rule of law that helps us deal with it where I live," she was intrigued. Unfamiliar with the process of holding someone accountable, she asked me to go through our justice system step-by-step. My friend's circumlocutory appraisal of her government is borne out by the Jordanian <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">blogosphere</span>, home to comments--sometimes humorous, sometimes grim--about the king's revolving-door and therefore ineffectual cabinet.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />While Clare and I were in Jordan, King <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Abdullah</span> was working, as he had been for some time, on the Israeli-Palestinian peace process. In fact, just as his country (without oil, or water reserves) is hoping to make its fortune as the regional middle-man, so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Abdullah</span> has staked his reputation and clout as peace broker. Since the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">IWF</span> Conference, much has fallen apart. One minute all is quiet at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Allenby</span>/Hussein Bridge, the major crossing between Jordan and Israel, in the West Bank. When Clare and I were near, Jordanians, with pride, pointed in the bridge's direction. Now, only weeks later, the U.S. State Department has warned Americans to stay away from the bridge. During my stay in Jordan, I wondered, in the back of my mind, if there was something more to King <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Abdullah's</span> cancellation of a day trip to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Ramallah</span> in the West Bank than was reported. The<em> Jordanian Times</em> was torn between two stories: it was the weather; once airborne, the pilot realized the royal helicopter needed repair. Something didn't seem right<em>. But what was I really seeing</em>? Of course, now we know that Palestinian society was disintegrating, and as a consequence the King's day trip was just too dangerous.<br /><br /><br /><br />The turnaround of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Abdullah's</span> helicopter and the turnabout with the Hussein Bridge show that the fortunes of Jordan could go either way, quickly. Thinking particularly of my new friends and acquaintances there, I hope that Jordan can maintain sovereignty and the middle way on which it has embarked. The risk is that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Abdullah</span> has staked too much on his relationship with the U.S. Human Rights Watch rumor has it that the new hillside headquarters of the Jordanian secret service is home-away-from-home for the C.I.A. Everything has a price--and our foreign aid budget for Jordan has quintupled over the last few years.<br /><br /><br /><br />Rumor aside, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Abdullah's</span> political stance--moderating, mediating, secular, paying homage to western ways--is perceived as an American one. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Abdullah</span> does not seem to be the quintessential Arab his father was. King Hussein knew how to put on a red<em> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">kaffiyeh</span></em> and break bread in the eastern desert with his Bedouin constituents. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Abdullah</span> is less close to his nomadic roots. Despite the role he has taken on as peace broker, he does not have his father's masterful ability to balance his country between opposing forces. And now that Palestine has fallen apart, what will happen to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Abdullah</span> next door? Having stepped forward as a peace broker between his neighbors Israel and the Palestinian Authority, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Abdullah</span> is now weaker. Two days ago, the King of Jordan returned from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Sharm</span> El Sheik in Egypt much diminished, because <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Ehud</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Olmert</span>, Israel's prime minister, at the Sinai conference was unwilling to give Mahmoud Abbas of Fatah and the Palestinian Authority what he, presumably with the backing of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">Abdullah</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">Hosni</span> Mubarak, came to the Red Sea to ask for. However, one would never know that Jordan's King <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">Abdullah</span> had suffered a setback, for the end of the Egyptian conference was quickly followed by a two-day visit of Saudi Arabia's King <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">Abdullah</span> Ben Abdul <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">Aziz</span> to Jordan. Hundreds of Jordanians lined the streets of Amman to cheer the royal progress, wave flags, and feast on sheep and camel.<br /><br /><em>What am I really looking at?</em> Like I said several months ago at the beginning of my blog, in politics I am at best a sceptic and at heart a pessimist. Therefore, I'm going back to Jordan soon, and on to Syria, while I can.Junehillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06276842748761922413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643724781013816742.post-57218132708939216772007-06-14T13:54:00.000-07:002007-06-15T16:15:06.695-07:00Media, Islam, Negativity and A Piece of WorkQuestioning from both <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">IWF</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ers</span> and panelists about the negativity of western media coverage on Islam and the Middle East threaded the conference, as my previous Jordan blogs show. Since my return, I've seen many example of this. The May/June issue of <em>American Interest</em>, for example, reviews four new books about Islam in America--all of which would seem to focus on terrorism. The reviewer likes<em> American Islam: The Struggle for the Soul of a</em> <em>Religion </em>best. The author, a former<em> Wall Street Journal</em> reporter, organizes his book into seven chapters, each on a different American Muslim: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Khaled</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Abou</span> El <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Fadl</span>, the UCLA professor who was a no-show at the conference, a feminist from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Mumbai</span>, a Lebanese Sufi, and four men with ties to Islamic terrorist organizations. Four out of seven with ties to terrorism? Is that balanced? What about a grocer in Houston? A Somali immigrant in Maine? An Iowa entrepreneur? An imam in Detroit who speaks for peace? A Jordanian exchange student at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Westover</span> High School? (The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Ahliyyah</span> School for Girls in Amman and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Westover</span> High School in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Middlebury</span>, Connecticut exchange students for a semester every year.)<br /><br /><br /><br />Subtler negative coverage abounds. From the article "A New Cairo" by Christopher Dickey in the May/June issue of <em>Departures</em>: "<em>Single-masted <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">feluccas</span> set sail in the twilight with families and lovers, some of the women wearing veils in that coquettish nod to Islamic modesty typical of Egypt, where the arts of seduction are older than the legends of Cleopatra.</em>" Haven't we had enough of fatuous <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">orientalism</span>? And amused condescension--as in the <em>Wall Street Journal</em>'s front-page article (June 5) "For Jordanians, Shotgun Weddings Can Be a Problem." Out of all the interesting things going on in Jordan, over a three-month period the <em>Journal</em> chooses to cover King <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Abdullah's</span> speech to the U.S. Congress (in an editorial called "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Hashemite</span> Hokum") and the Bedouin tradition of firing guns into the air as a way of celebrating weddings. The handful of deaths that occurs every year as a result says as much about Jordanian society as the handful of drownings every year in Yosemite says about ours.<br /><br /><br /><br />Sometimes the problem is truth-in-balance, and here, as is often the case, the <em>New York Times</em> is an example. Although in the last week the<em> Times</em> has run several thoughtful retrospective pieces on the anniversary of the 1967 Arab-Israeli War, the paper's most prominent piece, showcased with a color drawing on the front page of the Sunday (June 10) <em>Week in Review</em> section, is "The Guidebook for Taking a Life." With its eye-catching format, the insouciance of its choice of bestseller terminology, this article (researched in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Zarqa</span>, Jordan, by the way) purports to set out the rules of jihad etiquette. Not only is this bit of journalism in questionable taste, lightly equating killing with social manners, but also it is false, for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">jihadists</span> are not all on the same page when it comes to rules of engagement. This is an important issue, and underlying it is the opacity of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Quran</span>, whose verses are open to very different interpretations. Instead of tackling this difficult topic, however, the <em>New York Times</em> opts for shock journalism, which, of course, draws in more readers.<br /><br /><br /><br />These choices show how low our media has descended, even in arguably the two most prominent American newspapers. This corruption was also on display at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">IWF</span> Conference during our first lunch session. I had been looking forward to this program, which featured the U.S., Turkish, and Russian ambassadors to Jordan as panelists and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Raghida</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Dergham</span> as moderator. I shouldn't have been optimistic, however, because luncheon programs for ladies are often light fare, and male participants, like our ambassadors, usually pick up on the tone and deliver accordingly. Nevertheless, I was excited, because I had googled <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Raghida</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Dergham</span>.<br />Born in Beirut, a graduate of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">SUNY</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Plattsburgh</span>, now a New Yorker, Ms. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Dergham</span> is a columnist for <em>Al <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Hayat</span></em>, the London-based Arabic daily paper, as well as an analyst for NBC/<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">MSNBC</span>, and a member of The Council on Foreign Relations. A frequent guest on t.v. and radio talk shows, she has won numerous awards in journalism. Something of a Lebanese Barbara Walters, Ms. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Dergham</span> has interviewed all the major players in Middle Eastern politics for the last quarter century.<br /><br />Media stardom has gone to the head of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Raghida</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Dergham</span>. She wanted the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">IWF</span> lunch session played her way and no other. Disingenuously, she began, "<em>let's keep this off-the-record.</em>" In a room full of strangers armed with digital audio/video cameras and Blackberries? With me blogging? As if! As if the three ambassadors took her seriously for a moment! Quickly, Ms. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">Dergham</span> moved in for the kill with the kind of pointed questions that twist any response before it is even made. But Ms. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">Dergham</span> was not interested in an exploration of possibility and truth; she was prodding for the "gotcha" moment. She wanted to make the three gentlemen squirm. And, of course, as public servants the ambassadors were used to this verbal thrust-and-parry, with its overtones of gamesmanship and sexual titillation. (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">Raghida</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">Dergham</span> is a very attractive woman.) Resigned, the men offered anodyne remarks about politics in the Middle East, which gave us women of the conference nothing to ponder. Grim-faced, surrounded by the Jordanian security service, David Hale, the American ambassador to Jordan, departed the minute lunch broke.<br /><br />Since <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">Raghida</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">Dergham</span> can never return to Lebanon, where she is under indictment for treason (something about a public debate with an Israeli), I cut her some slack. I can not begin to imagine what it must be like never to be able to go home. But, I have to say, she is a real <em>piece of work.</em> As the lunch quickly ended, we ladies were surprised that the meal had been only<em> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">mezzes</span></em> (appetizers). Later we found out that the waiters, trays aloft, lined up in the hall outside the ballroom, preparing to enter with our main courses, had been turned away. Word had come down from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">Raghida</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">Dergham</span>. She didn't like the clink of cutlery and the chink of china of competing with her own voice. Either the luncheon service came to a halt--or she would get up and leave. Now wouldn't that have been a shame?Junehillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06276842748761922413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643724781013816742.post-19235397997450862572007-06-09T10:14:00.000-07:002007-06-09T14:45:50.259-07:00InterludeHere comes a break in my blog about Jordan, Islam, and the women's conference. I posted "Spoke-ified" on the afternoon of the conference's last day. That night our Jordanian hostesses treated us to a magnificent party at Kan Zaman, an Ottoman <em>caravanserai </em>that has been turned into a tourist restaurant-with-shops. We indulged in a final flurry of shopping, heaped plates of <em>mezzes </em>and <em>shwarma, </em>and dancing to the bagpipes. (I've since learned that the Arab Legion of the British Army introduced European music to its soldiers by setting up musical bands, and in 1929 bagpipes were incorporated into these bands. The bagpipes, which incidentally had been played in Persia thousands of years before they came to Scotland, were so popular in Trans-Jordan that the great-grandfather of the current King Abdullah had them played on his way to mosque every Friday.) Anyway, in honor of the occasion, the ladies of the IWF outdid themselves in ornament and dress.<br /><br /><br /><br />An amusing and dramatic side-plot of the conference was the increasing display of jewelry from the Middle East. Every morning at breakfast I spotted new pieces on IWF-ers. One morning an American said that before her trip she had asked a friend who had traveled to Jordan what there was to buy. "<em>Nothing," </em>the friend had replied. <em>Nothing </em>could be farther from the truth. Jewelry, both costume and antique, silver and gold, is beautifully different and also inexpensive compared to what you find in the U.S. And the high-end clothing, such as the cross-stitched Bedouin jackets and the semi-sheer scarves and over-dresses made of camel's hair (not coarse, but soft and fine like silk), are lovely. Much of this clothing, especially hand-embroidered silk caftans, came out to Kan Zaman.<br /><br />A coda to the evening is that the bus ride to Kan Zaman, on the outskirts of Amman, showed us the tight security I had been expecting and did not find at the conference. The attendees of the World Economic Forum were already arriving as we ladies were leaving, and the Jordanian army was out in force. (The forum was meeting at hotels along the Dead Sea, but many attendees were staying at hotels in Amman.) As we drove out of Amman, we saw a tank or police car parked athwart every side street. There were a couple of soldiers posted on every block. Every hill and hillock had its sniper. This display went on for miles and miles, presumably all the way to the airport.<br /><br />Two days later, I was back in Rome--this time with my daughters, both of whom were suffering from jetlag and post-graduate school-year exhaustion. (Coincidentally, both Coco and Caro are getting their Ph.D.'s at Princeton--Mayhill Courtney in Russian history and Caroline in Byzantine/medieval art.) After a Fowler women weekend in the Eternal City, Coco flew off to Paris (treating herself because she just passed her orals) and Caro and I commenced a Toad's Wild Ride through Sicily. The ostensible reason for the trip was the medieval cloister at the Cathedral of Monreale outside Palermo, which Caro plans to write about in the coming year. But the real impetus, it seems to me, was Caro's love of the sun. We spent much of our week there checking out various beaches, and indeed we found a glorious one. Unfortunately, however, Sicily is still a bit internet-challenged, and it is only now, weeks later, that I can complete my thoughts about Jordan, Islam, and the Conference.<br /><br />So I have two more postings: on the Middle East and the western media; and finally on what I have learned about Islam (and there I will include a list of the books I have found illuminating, the ones I have not, and the ones I have on my bedside table now, for I will pursue this subject further).<br /><br />Next year Clare and I plan to return to Wadi Rumm; then I want to go on to Syria. Meanwhile it's back to American politics for Junehill, Owl and Green Dog. I did the Barack Obama Walk for Change this afternoon; I've been thinking about the "Faith Dialogue" that Jim Wallis persuaded CNN to host, with all the Democratic candidates. Watch for those next week.Junehillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06276842748761922413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643724781013816742.post-18798470047502634302007-05-19T08:56:00.000-07:002007-06-07T13:56:44.694-07:00Spoke-ifiedThe members of the IWF are impressive in many ways. Sometimes I feel out-of-my-depth as a guest of women with such experience and accomplishment. Perhaps even more remarkable than the level of their worldly achievement, however, is the support they give one another. Beyond networking, there are circles of friendship and affection, even across barriers of geography and culture. (I would add language, except that everyone speaks English.) Given what I have sometimes observed over the years at my husband's law firm, where women are not always supportive of one another, I find the atmosphere at the IWF Conference extraordinary, lovely.<br /><br />Therefore, it seems to me all the more revealing that the one talent, by and large, these women have not mastered is the art of listening. Of course, this is a broad generalization, one which I am presuming to apply to a group of whose membership I have met only a few; nevertheless, much of the IWF performance during the question-and-answer sessions would seem to support my view. As my two previous blogs have shown, too often an IWF-er takes the mike and, rather than ask a question of the panel, states her own opinion, and states it as if the guest speakers have not just offered us a wealth of new information and possibility from the depth of their knowledge and/or personal experience of Islam and the Middle East.<br /><br />This platforming, as I call it, says a lot about Americans and other westerners. Although there is a general acknowledgement that we are here in Jordan to learn, that vow is hard to keep. "We know best." It would seem that it is hard for women of the western world to sustain the thought that perhaps we do not.<br /><br />Because we peer through the viewfinder of our own culture, when we travel we move like snails, carrying with us houses full of assumptions and views. We travel, however widely, protected by an invisible shell of presumptions we don't realize surround us. Of course, this is true of everyone, not just Americans and (certainly) Europeans. It is hard to stop and reflect: <em>what am I looking at? what am I really seeing? </em>Nevertheless, I expected more inquiring minds among the IWF. I am dismayed by the lack of humility--indeed the underlying arrogance. Good listening is a rare gift, but one I had thought to find frequently among the successful women at the conference. (Interestingly, the one good listener I have met is Fernanda, a radio and television personality described to me by her friend Paula as "the Oprah Winfrey of Mexico.") The lack of a spirit of inquiry is all the more appalling because few of the women have read any of the books about Islam and the Middle East on the conference reading list.<br /><br /><br />These underlying attitudes, and the platforming they provoke, lend the session-side of the conference its final note. Our last panel, because they are last, because they speak during lunch, are given cursory attention. In fact, the ballroom slowly empties as the session unfolds. The lunchers who leave miss at least two intriguing and revealing scenes. The first moment of particular interest is the response of the Jordanian panelists (Marjorie Adams of the Jordan Business Alliance and Reem Badran, CEO of the Kuwaiti Jordanian Holding Company) and the moderator Suhair Al-Ali, a Jordanian government minister, to a question about the one million Iraqi refugees now in Jordan. All three women carefully refer to "our Iraqi visitors." There is only one slip of the tongue--repeating the questioner's word <em>refugee</em>--and that is quickly corrected. Since I had read on the internet several U.N. and Human Rights Watch reports about Iraqis in Jordan, I know that Jordan has been refusing to acknowledge the Iraqis' refugee status. To do so would mean complying with U.N. standards on rights and services that must be given to refugees.<br /><br /><br />The other interesting moment is a question from a Jordanian IWF-er to the third panelist, Patrick Renauld, EU ambassador to Jordan, about the possibility for a free trade agreement, like the one Jordan has with the U.S., between Jordan and the European Union. The Jordanian woman uses Jordanian textiles as an example. With Gallic hauteur, Mr. Renauld replies, "<em>we are</em> <em>not ready to agree with</em> [to import] <em>bad products</em>." Whoa! <em>French toile de jouy</em> is fine--but as a justification for rudeness? Once again, the Jordanians take it on the chin.<br /><br /><br />And then the final note: an American IWF-er rises to speak about the Most Important Thing of All, preserving the planet. She mentions the dust storms of a few days ago and lectures the Jordanian panelists about keeping nature in mind. Once again, our hostesses reply politely to western effrontery and ignorance. If the American IWF-er had been reading the local newspaper the last few days, she would have learned: the Khamsini phenomenon, named from the Arabic word for<em> fifty,</em> brings dusty weather to the eastern Mediterranean every year; an Arab environmental conference is taking place in Amman at the same time as the IWF conference; the Jordanian forestry department has begun a five-year plan to plant 6 million trees; Jordan is taking the lead in restoring the marshlands in Iraq that Saddam Hussein destroyed years before. Indeed, if the American IWF-er had not assumed that, as a westerner, she was out in front on green issues, she might have done some inquiring first and learned that Jordan is one of the lowest carbon emitters among nations.<br /><br />Despite this embarrassing moment, and the other instances of platforming, there have been intelligent questions during the conference, too--particularly from the Canadians. I don't know why it is that the women from Toronto shine--that almost alone they are direct, succinct, and curious--but they are. (Suddenly, Toronto seems like a cool city that I would like to visit.) After the first session yesterday, I complimented a young Canadian IWF-er I had briefly met before. "Good question! Articulate! To the point!" Her companion laughed and said, "<em>we are Jam-AI-cans! In Jamaica, we have a word for it. Spoke-ified! And that's what she is</em>," the Toronto lawyer, originally from Jamaica, said, hugging her colleague, "<em>spoke-ified!</em>"Junehillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06276842748761922413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643724781013816742.post-33950521287348092932007-05-18T07:55:00.000-07:002007-05-19T03:52:48.754-07:00Dialogue and Confrontation ContinueThe next conference session will be the best, I think, because Leila Ahmed will speak. Among the books on the conference reading list, I have learned the most from Dr. Ahmed's, both her scholarly work <em>Women and Gender in Islam </em>and her memoir <em>A Border Passage, </em>about growing up in Egypt in the 1940's. The session is primed because Queen Rania decides to stay for it. Again we ladies crowd behind the cordon of security guards, holding a path through the ballroom. Flash, flash, flash! the digital cameras click. The fireworks have just begun.<br /><br /><br />This session is called <em>Myths, Misperceptions, and Realities</em>. The Irish moderator is Gemma Hussey, director of the European Women's Foundation. The four women panelists: Dr. Laila Abu Hassan, chairperson, department of physics, University of Jordan; Dr. Katerina Dalacoura, expert on international relations and the Middle East, from the London School of Economics; Dr. Rima Khalaf Huaidi, chairperson, Advisory Board of the <em>Arab Human Development Report</em>, chairperson of the UN Global Democracy Fund Advisory Board; trustee of the American University of Beirut; Dr. Leila Ahmed, Victor S. Thomas professor of divinity at Harvard Divinity School.<br /><br /><br />Briskly, Gemma begins with a question to Dr. Abu Hassan on Arab women in science. Dr. Hassan's reply isn't much different from what an American academic might say: the number of women as students and as faculty in physics is growing but still men predominate. Gemma next asks Rima Huaidi about gender ineqality in the Middle East--again a broad question, and really I feel I could answer it myself after all the reading I have done. Referring us to the <em>Towards the Rise of Women in the Arab World </em>report, Rima Huaidi says that the number one achievement for Arab women has been in education. She adds that "Arab girls are the better learners [than boys]." A murmur passes among the ballroom's round tables, for the same thing is true in the U.S. Rima goes on to say that Arab countries still have the highest illiteracy rates in the world.<br /><br /><br />After a few minutes of such general comments, Rima moves to specifics, and at this point the conference session grabs our full attention. There are two kinds of discrimination against women in the Arab world: personal status laws and the fact that nationality can be passed to a child only through the father. Then Rima lists what she calls "some special problems:" the under-utilization of women's capabilities; genital mutilation among African Arabs; no labor laws for foreign domestic workers; and, finally, foreign occupation--by which she means the Israeli occupation of Palestine. Like Nour the young Palestinian earlier, Rima Huaidi zooms in on the Israeli checkpoints. Palestinian women are forced to wait so long at checkpoints that they are delivering babies there. In addition to this humiliation for the mothers, two-thirds of the babies are stillborn, Rima says.<br /><br /><br />Rima ends with the generalization that "there can be no Renaissance in the Arab world without equality for women." However, she has lost us, for we are back at the checkpoints with the women giving birth.<br /><br /><br />Trying to move along, Gemma poses a question to Katerina Dalacoura. "What are the biggest misconceptions?"<br /><br /><br />"I assume you mean in the West," Katerina replies. She goes on to say that there is a strengthening of stereotypes about Arab women. This stereotype is part of the current belief that there is a clash of civilizations going on. "This is a simplistic and pernicious view that only creates tensions," she says<em>. </em>Women--and in particular the matter<em> </em>of <em>the veil--</em>have become the center of the battle of values and norms. "But the stereotyping is not just one way," she adds. "Women in the West have loose morals." "Women in the West have full equality with men." Among the tables, IWF-ers nod. "We are putting people in a box before we know anything about them. . . . but we need an unpacking of reality to see what is really going on, rather than the glossing and embellishing that usually occurs." <em>Unpacking of reality.</em> Dr. Dalacoura is settling into <em>academo-speak, </em>where previous panelists at the conference have lost their non-American listeners, I have learned. (More on that in a later blog.) Nevertheless, she is much easier to follow in person than in her writing. Several of the conferees have mentioned that they could not get into her book on Islam and democracy.<br /><br />Gemma now poses a question to Leila Ahmed. "What are the prevailing myths about Arab women?"<br /><br /><strong>Leila Ahmed</strong>: "Let me begin with a few facts. 1917. Women get the right to vote in the U.K. 1920. USA. 1926. Turkey. 1946. France. 1947. Pakistan. 1963. Afghanistan. 1971. Switzerland. Women prime ministers: '69. Israel. '79. India. '90. Ireland. '91. Bangladesh. '93 Turkey. 2001. Indonesia. 2006. Germany." Dr. Ahmed speaks quickly, and her staccato has me scribbling as fast as I can. (These dates may not be quite right, and I will review them when I return home.)<br /><br />"Current research does not bear out women being better off in the West than in the East. . . . violence against women, for example, is endemic everywhere." I sense that, for the first time, an academic on a panel discussion here has the audience's full attention.<br /><br />"In Afghanistan, where the situation is such a product of the Cold War, <em>the suffering burka-clad women</em> pictures in the media, presented without context or explanation, have led westerners to the wrong conclusion that it is Islam that is at fault here. . . . in fact, there has been a rhetorical tsunami on the subject of Islam that has led <em>to the noble goal of rescuing women from </em>Islam. In this way, war on Muslims can come to seem morally right, when westerners think that they are rescuing women. . . . This is part of a revival of the old colonial myths, and like the old colonialism very manipulative."<br /><br />Dr. Ahmed shakes her head. "It is so hard now [for Arabs]. Arabs are having to cope with hard new realities. But I do have hope. I place my hope--one--in the Arab and Muslim young--and two--in ordinary people in America, who have a receptiveness, not found in the media, despite the media, to hear the Arab side. After 9/11, for example, so many churches welcomed Muslims and churches were packed."<br /><br />Gemma takes over from Leila Ahmed. Prefacing her question with a brief reference to the peace in northern Ireland, just as Paula did earlier in the morning, Gemma asks, "Can women in this region work for peace?"<br /><br />"Already!" Rima says. But Katerina Dalacoura disagrees. "I am sceptical of <em>any </em>particular role women can play. It is not initiative [from women] that will make the difference. Women have a more<em> i</em><em>ndirect</em> role. A small contribution." Leila Ahmed agrees, and this is not the first time we have heard (1) American academics tell it like it is, in contrast to the quintessential Arab response, in which good manners prevail; (2) the view that the solution is political, from the top down, rather than societal, from the masses up.<br /><br />Gemma now opens the discussion to questions, with the brisk reminder that we should limit ourselves to questions only. "We can tell our own opinions in other forums."<br /><br />A Canadian IWF-er rises to ask Dr. Abu Hassan how government and academia can help to get more women into science. As part of her reply, Dr. Hassan says that there are no advanced industries in Jordan, so science graduates must be teachers. (From reading <em>The Jordan Times</em>, I know that King Abdullah has been working on this problem, and, for example, as we women are meeting with the Queen, her husband is hosting the Petra III Conference, with fifty Nobel laureates in attendance at Petra, to oversee grants for scientific research and endeavor in the Middle East.)<br /><br />An Israeli IWF-er takes the mike and, addressing herself to Dr. Abu Hassan as well, launches into a description of a regional sharing program in high energy physics that she thinks should interest Dr. Hassan. As the woman continues, describing her country's part in the program, Gemma interrupts, telling her to "finish the question."<br /><br />Despite the condescending tone of the questioner, Dr. Hassan responds politely, even gently, as she says "I am aware." In fact, she is one of the chairs of the acceleration program. She adds, "I am willing to sit down and discuss this with you afterwards."<br /><br />Now the feisty Nissreen Haram, the young Arab woman we have heard from several times before, takes the mike. (Later I discover that she graduated from Mount Holyoke before returning to Jordan to practice law.) She addresses her question to Leila Ahmed. "What do you say about the fact that Muslim women now are often dismissed as apologists for their faith and culture?"<br /><br /><strong>Leila Ahmed</strong>: "You young [Arab] women are taking my ideas far further than I ever did. You are coming up with ideas I never could come up with." Dr. Ahmed is presenting Nissreen Haram with the positive to her negative. "You are going to school in the West, like I did<em>, </em>but then back to school in the East [as my generation did not]. One-fourth to one-third of young Arab women are deeply feminist even though they don't like the term. They are re-interpreting the old texts, re-translating <em>sharia.</em>"<br /><br />An Israeli IWF-er takes the mike. She tells us that she is a physician from Jerusalem, and she wants to respond to the comment about "women giving birth at checkpoints." Perhaps without so intending, she gives us a statement rather than a question, as she avers that "we have babies from the West Bank in our neo-natal ward . . . and [I believe that] medicine and politics don't mix."<br /><br />Rima Hunaidi waves the physician's comment aside. "Of course. Of course. But that is very different from the way women are treated at checkpoints." As the physician tries to say that such things do not happen, Rima speaks over her, with a firmness I have not heard from a Jordanian before. "I have my information from an Israeli source, and from Human Rights Watch."<br /><br />After yet another exchange about the media--in this instance an open-ended question about why the media is doing such a poor job in covering what is really going on in the Arab world--Gemma says that the session can take one final question.<br /><br />An IWF-er from Seattle says that she is "curious about definitions." She goes on to explain that "religion was never discussed in my upbringing." She asks, "How important is religion in daily life?" I take it that she is asking about religion in the Arab world. She goes on to say, "Arab, Muslim, I'm not sure what you mean."<br /><br />With that Arab <em>politesse</em> I have come to expect, Rima Hunaidi explains, as if this has not been conversational groundwork at the conference for two days, that in fact most Muslims are not Arabs and indeed live outside the Middle East. That not all Arabs are Muslims--that some are Christians--Copts, Orthodox, Catholic, Maronite. (And Protestant, I might add. But that will be a subject for another blog.)<br /><br />The final question shows me once again that it is easy to sit and attend but hard to absorb what we hear. But I suppose we have to keep at it. As Nissreen Haram told her friend Mohamed, "dialogue is the best way for people to learn." Dialogue is the beginning.Junehillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06276842748761922413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643724781013816742.post-8609129991446722492007-05-16T22:47:00.000-07:002007-05-18T07:50:27.583-07:00Walls and More Walls<span style="font-family:Arial;">In particular focus, in a tizzy for some, the second morning of the conference began inside a cordon of determined, if amused, security guards. Because every women had to be inside the Grand Ballroom of the Grand Hyatt by 8 A.M., we knew that this morning was the day Queen Rania would spend some time with us. Therefore, with polite attention, but perhaps without much anticipation we turned to our first session "<em>The Future of the Arab World.</em>" Our panelists sitting politely and with poise on the podium sofas were six young Arabs: Mohamed Al Bashir, a young man off to Georgetown Law School next year; Enas Abu Shasheih, a young woman who works for Netcorps Jordan; Talar Karakashian, a young woman who is an electronics engineer; Nada El Khoury, a female lawyer from Beirut; Nour Kleibo, a Palestinian young man studying business at Birzeit University in the West Bank; and Mariam Al-Musttaf, an Iraqui refugee, former translator in Iraq, and mother of two.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">The female moderator, Laith Al-Qasem, a member of the Young Arab Leaders, Jordan and CEO of Arabian Business Consultants for Development, began the questioning. "Enas, why do you wear the <em>hajab</em>?" (Indeed the young businesswoman wears conservative attire and a wrapped headscarf.)</span><br /><br /><strong>Enas</strong>: "I am lucky to be a Muslim lady who can represent Islam in a nice way. . . . The <em>hajab</em> is something that has never stopped me from doing anything." She emphasizes that the headscarf is her choice. (This is a common attitude among young Arab women who choose traditional dress.)<br /><br /><strong>Moderator</strong>: "Mariam, what has the toppling of Sadam done for Iraq?"<br /><br /><strong>Mariam</strong>: "With Sadam, we knew how to avoid his evil. But now we have no peace and stability." Mariam, who also wears the wrapped headscarf and traditional attire, becomes agitated. "There are increasing orphans and alienated people. The alienated people! . . . a sectarian war now. I insist we get rid of the intruder." Her reply has verged on incoherence, but we all know what she means.<br /><br /><strong>Moderator</strong>: "Nour, will there ever be normal relationships with Israel?"<br /><br /><strong>Nour</strong>: "We can't be partners when there is shooting every day. . . . I don't have anything against Israelis, but the Israeli government. . . . You have to understand, the wall is destroying us. This is not a virtual wall, like you talk about here [in the conference]. And I have to say that ninety percent of Palestinian youth are against normalization [of relations with Israel]." The young man's disposition is calm, even laid-back.<br /><br />After asking the young Lebanese lawyer Nada something non-specific about Lebanon, the moderator turns to Talar, a willowy and vivacious young woman in a western-style pants suit.<br /><br /><strong>Moderator</strong>: "What is it like to be a Christian Armenian living in an Arab land?"<br /><br /><strong>Talar</strong>: "Jordan is home, and that's all I know." She turns to Enas sitting next to her. "Enas is one of my closest friends." Talar goes on to talk about her grandfather's escape from the Armenian genocide (Turkey itself never mentioned) and subsequent settling in Jordan. "I go to church every week. . . . At Christmas, my Muslim friends come caroling with us. At Easter, the children hunt eggs together." (Talking about the session later, many women would come away with a particularly favorable impression of Talar.)<br /><br /><strong>Moderator</strong>: "Mohamed, you are off to Georgetown."<br /><br /><strong>Mohamed</strong>: "It's time to see an international country that accepts differences. . . . I am going to live the American dream, experience the American freedom. . . . As my friend Nissreen Haram keeps telling me, 'dialogue is the best way for people to learn.' I am looking forward to the dialogue." (Note to readers that Nissreen Haram is the feisty, impassioned and articulate young woman who vented about American women's obsession with <em>sharia </em>the day before.)<br /><br />Having scratched the surface of familiar if wide territory with her questions, the moderator now opens the questioning to the ladies of the audience. A young woman from Amman takes the mike. "I hear a lot of the victim voice," she says in a tone of reproach.<br /><br />I am surprised by the comment, for I have not heard any such thing, even from Mariam of Iraq. And with quintessential Arab politeness, the young panelists respond. Enas has been working with the Bedouin of Wadi Rumm. Mohamed, in the disarming mode we have come to expect from him, says that we have to understand that their schooling has not prepared them for speaking before five hundred people [chuckles from audience] and they are not accustomed to putting themselves forward. Nour says, "victimized?--probably." He goes on to mention briefly Seeds for Peace, his organization that brings together young Palestinians and young Israelis. With the last word, the moderator defends her panelists. "You are all pro-active. Or you wouldn't be here."<br /><br />Now the moderator asks if we ladies would like for her to continue with the questions or open up the questioning further to the floor. We ladies shout for the moderator to continue. Our experience of questions from IWF members has often not been a postive one (and I will have much more to say on this topic in a later blog), so we vociferously try to overrule the woman who begins to test the volume of the microphone. However, the questioner already has the mike.<br /><br /><strong>IWF Member from Israel</strong>: "Why are there no Israeli young people on the stage?" There are a few murmurs of approval for the question among the audience, although most of the audience is silent, for the question is immediately followed by a spate of platforming and the statement of personal opinion, instead of the requested questions, to which we frequently have been subjected.<br /><br />Ignoring the impassioned statement of the Israeli position on the Palestinian Question, the moderator turns to charming Talar with an anodyne remark about women coping in the largely-male field of engineering. Then in a reply to some question from the moderator, Mariam says that she is enrolling her two children in a Christian school in Amman. An indicator of the unreleased tension in the room is the fact that I do not have among my notes the actual question for Mariam that elicits this surprising reply.<br /><br />In oblique reply to the Israeli IWF-er's political statement, Nada from Beirut says that young Lebanese don't want to listen to what's going on. "We youth--we're sick of t.v. and news and politics." Some of the other panelists agree, including Nour, even though he dispassionately admits, almost in an aside, that "some of my friends are martyrs."<br /><br /><strong>Moderator</strong>: "Turning to the issue of globalization, does it contribute to a dilution of national pride, a simplified fabric of life, does it make life more plain and dull."<br /><br /><strong>Nada: </strong>"I think it [globalization] helps me find my identity." In her disagreement with the moderator, the young lawyer from Beirut talks about blogs.<br /><br /><strong>Mohamed</strong>: "I want to be able to get a McDonald's meal, you know?"<br /><br />Despite Mohamed's amusing reply, the word <em>martyr</em>s hovers in the Grand Ballroom. Perhaps sensing that she no longer has her audience's complete attention, the moderator addresses the ladies directly.<br /><br /><strong>Moderator</strong>: "All of us are speaking in English, for your benefit."<br /><br />The room at large seems to acknowledge this linguistic <em>largesse, </em>and after a round of replies to the moderator's question about West learning from East, the moderator again opens the questioning to the ladies. Alejandra, a young guest from Mexico City who will begin medical school at Goucher in the fall, takes the mike.<br /><br /><strong>Alejandra</strong>: "What do you want from western youth?"<br /><br />After a series of general comments, it is Nour's turn. He reiterates the distinction he makes between the Israeli people and their government. He says, "I have no problem with Israelis--we are all human." Nour's body language and tone of voice suggest that he is telling the truth. Continuing, desultorily at first, he speaks in more detail about his life and returns to the subject of the Wall.<br /><br /><strong>Nour</strong>: "A wall twelve meters long keeps me from visiting my friend who lives one meter away." Nour goes on. "East Jerusalem, it is a prison--and we are separated from Palestinians in other areas. In July a new law goes into effect requiring a permit to go to the West Bank. Already I get up at 4 A.M. to reach school [in the West Bank] at 7:30. Now it will get worse. And I--I even have an Israeli I.D. Other people just have permits."<br /><br /><strong>Nada</strong>: "We need to focus more on education. It is the challenge of youth."<br /><br />The fact that the young Beirut lawyer has turned the question around, focusing not on what Arab youth want but on what they must do, is interesting and revealing. However, the import of her reply is lost on me at the time because the room is growing restive, as if something unheard and unseen, but a presence nevertheless, has entered the room. A young Palestinian IWF Guest steps to the mike and addresses Nour.<br /><br /><strong>Young Palestinian Woman</strong>: "Are actions on the ground by Israel showing Palestinians they [Israelis] want peace?"<br /><br /><strong>Nour</strong>: "Even if it is not on the news every day, every day people are late to work and school." He cannot let go of the Wall.<br /><br />In the restive room, Mrs. Brown from New Jersey takes the mike. In a stentorian voice, she launches into the me-me-me-who I am-my views platforming some of us ladies have come to dread. She addresses the panelists, three of whom are Jordanians (four if you now count Mariam the Iraqi refugee), as parties to the conflict under discussion. She does not differentiate, she does not acknowledge that Jordan has a peace treaty with Israel. Surely, she knows as much, but in her haste to make her point she unintentionally insults the Jordanians on the panel. At the end of her speech, however, she asks a good, pointed question.<br /><br /><strong>Mrs. Brown</strong>: "Do you want to make peace with Israel? Each of you, <em>yes</em> or <em>no</em>--that's all I want, let's go down the row, <em>yes</em> or <em>no</em>, each of you."<br /><br />Mohamed's reply is lost in the scattered applause, the swell of conversation as ladies turn to their table companions to exchange comments <em>sotto voce.</em><br /><br /><strong>Enas</strong>: "That is the hardest question I have ever had to answer." She pauses. "I want peace, but the answer is <em>no.</em>"<br /><br /><strong>Nada</strong>: "Yes."<br /><br /><strong>Talar</strong>: "Yes."<br /><br /><strong>Nour</strong>: "Conditional <em>yes</em>, with 1967 borders."<br /><br /><strong>Mariam</strong>: "Yes." She thinks a minute. "Conditional, with rights."<br /><br />Trying to absorb the <em>no</em> from the friendly and reasonable young business executive, we ladies turn to hear Paula, an IWF-er from northern Ireland, who incidentally is one of my new friends, or perhaps "friendly acquaintances," I should say.<br /><br /><strong>Paula</strong>: "In northern Ireland we worked it out, and in that way, have any of you [panelists] thought about entering a political party?"<br /><br />The room thrums with bits of conversation<em>. Northern Ireland, good example. What does she know . . . Lebanon . . . Syria</em>. Paula's question has received different responses, East and West. Amid the tension, and with my curiosity to hear what is being said around me, I record none of the replies from the panel except one.<br /><br /><strong>Nour</strong>: "Most of my friends are trying to do just that."<br /><br />The moderator brings the session quickly to a close. Walking to the hall for coffee break, I run into Paula, in tears. Surprised, because Paula has the tough resilience of a seasoned politician, nevertheless, I put my arm around her shoulder. It seems that one of the IWF-ers from the Bahamas verbally laid into Paula as soon as the session ended. Paula does not repeat what the woman said, but she is shaken and cannot quickly recover her composure.<br /><br />The hall has filled with Jordanian secret service and police, for Queen Rania is about to descend the staircase into the hall outside the Grand Ballroom. We ladies jockey for position, cameras primed. The earlier tension evaporates. Euphoria reigns. The lovely Rania claims us, if just for a moment.<br /><br /><strong>Final note</strong>. If in somewhat pedestrian fashion, I have tried to give you a blow-by-blow account of this particular session. One thing only the writers of the books on the reading list for the conference agree: there can be no solution for any Middle Eastern problem without first the return of the West Bank to the Palestinian people. Secondly, the United States must discontinue its unconditional support for Israel. I have been surprised that the Arabs with whom I have spoken understand our underlying good intentions even as they deplore our invasion of Iraq. They know our generosity and idealism and like us for those qualities. Certainly, in Jordan people appreciate our financial aid and our free trade agreement (the U.S has a free trade agreement with only four countries) and have told us conferees that many times. Many of the Arabs here at the conference either attended or teach at the American University of Beirut and the American University in Cairo (both founded by American missionaries in the nineteenth century). In short, the Arabs I have met honor everything Americans have done for them and do not seem hung up on notions of colonialism in the way some of the reading list's authors are. That being said, all is for nothing without the return of the West Bank to the Palestinians.Junehillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06276842748761922413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643724781013816742.post-24647714196696246782007-05-16T04:45:00.000-07:002007-05-16T05:20:35.390-07:00Questions from SashaReturning from Fakhr el-Din with the other guests of the IWF Forum (the IWF-ers themselves dining in Jordanian homes), and having refrained from the hubbly-bubbly after dinner, I find myself alert and with a few minutes to answer some questions I received in an email from Sasha, who is curious about <em>sharia, </em>security, and camels. Sasha apologizes, saying that in the paucity of her early childhood education she had never heard of <em>sharia. </em><br /><br />Well, Sasha, let me explain. There are three sources for the Muslim faith: the Qu'ran, the <em>hadith</em>, and the <em>sharia. </em>The Qu'ran is the Islamic holy book, which contains the series of revelations to the Prophet Muhammad from <em>Allah. </em>Muhammad himself was illiterate, so these revelations were written down after his death. The <em>hadith </em>is a series of stories about Muhammad, his life and wisdom. These stories also were collected after Muhammad's death, and part of their authority derives from their authorship among Muhammad's wives and close companions. The <em>sharia </em>is the large and complex system of Islamic law, which was codified by the Abbasid Muslims after they conquered Persia, moved the caliphate from Damascus to Baghdad, and adopted many of the customs of their Persian subjects. These laws became the Islamic legal code during what we call the Middle Ages. <em>Sharia </em>governs every aspect of Muslim life, from commerce to inheritance to marriage.<br /><br />Now, Sasha, about security. I feel safe, and I now feel foolish that I ever feared to come here. As Zuhair, our guide <em>chez</em> autobus, said to us, "some of your friends and family told you not to come to Jordan, am I right?" And that was true for each of we sixteen. On our second day of travel, we were joined by a lady from New Jersey and her husband. The New Jersey IWF-er said that all the other members of IWF New Jersey had been afraid to come to the Cornerstone Conference. On the other hand, in the interest of full disclosure, I must report that security at the Amman Grand Hyatt is . . . well, let's just say lax. Although there is airport-type screening at the front door, and although there is always a police car in the drive, and although there is a soldier armed with an automatic weapon in the lobby every time someone of prominence is in the hotel, the two back entrances to the hotel (and there may be more, but I have seen two) are unguarded. This was quite a surprise the evening I strolled down the back promenade.<br /><br />As for camels, I appreciate your apprehension, Sasha, but you need not worry. Camels have a bad reputation that is undeserved, in my opinion. Yes, camels do make a loud and strange sound when they want to complain, but really this bark is worse than their bite. Camels are very nice upon acquaintance. I had a lovely camel ride in Wadi Rumm, and our camel driver sang as he walked along. I suppose I should mention that camels surround themselves (happily, or not, I do not know) with a penumbra of flies. Many flies. Clouds of flies. When we ladies resumed our travels from the Wadi, I looked up the aisle from the back of the bus and saw that each of us had brought along a personal retinue from the insect realm.Junehillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06276842748761922413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643724781013816742.post-55135038162447296212007-05-15T04:27:00.000-07:002007-05-16T22:47:45.322-07:00The Conference BeginsToday the International Women's Forum Cornerstone Conference <em>Building Bridges Breaking Walls</em>, with five hundred women from forty-five countries gathered in Amman, Jordan, began at last. The event actually started last night with a reception at The Citadel, part of the ruins of the old Umayyad palace. Although my new acquaintances and friends and I had been much looking forward to it, the party was a bit of a disappointment, despite the Bedouin tent, the Arab music, and the hundred or so Middle Eastern carpets under our feet. Perhaps we had been affected by "the dread Orientalism" and were therefore expecting something more unusual and exciting than such affairs back home. However, I must report that the reception was nearly the same as any rather boring law firm/business cocktail soiree I have attended in California--the same cold canapes, the same shifting from foot to foot (carpeting over rubble makes treacherous footing) while making small talk--but all without alcohol, in this instance. Perhaps I am being too severe--after all, the view from the hilltop out over Amman was lovely, and in such a low wattage city Venus was amazingly bright on the low horizon. As the president of IWF and the president of IWF-Jordan gave their opening remarks, we heard the muzzein's call to prayer from a mosque on a hill across the city. When I stop to think about it, I wonder why the two women did not wait to speak until prayertime was done (and it is the same time every evening). It was an odd congruence of circumstance. Also, the security presence struck my (perhaps overly-imaginative) mind as paltry. As the full membership of IWF-Jordan stepped onto the podium, a well-aimed stinger missile could have taken out a significant proportion of the movers and shakers among Middle Eastern women. Perhaps I shouldn't mention such a thing--but if you can't say what's on your mind in a blog, where else?<br /><br />This morning the conference itself began in parallel lackluster, with a particularly fatuous Maya Angelou poem about the "singing river" and the "wise rock." (You have to wonder if Maya has ever spent any time in the wilderness.) However, the morning quickly unfolded in a series of dramatic moments that, to my mind, are a paradigm of the disjunction between the way Muslim women and "liberated" western women see the world. The morning was so exciting that I am blowing off my afternoon bus tour to Madaba (been to Madaba, had enough of bus tours) to send you my impressions.<br /><br />The first session, which all we women attended, was <em>Islam, Democracy and Modernization</em>, designed to address the question (among others) whether western models of democracy are appropriate for the Muslim world. The key speaker, Dr. Khaled Abou El Fadl, was a no-show; therefore, the husband of Reem Abu Hassan, the president of IWF-Jordan, took his place at the last minute. Initially, I was disappointed, for Dr. El Fadl is one of the few jurists in the world fluent in both Islamic law and American law. The other panelists were Dr. John Voll, professor of Islamic history at Georgetown, and Dr. Samira Al Khawaldeh, chairperson of the English Department at Al Zaytoonah University, Jordan.<br /><br />Perhaps because I am an American, I thought that the most articulate speaker was Dr. Voll, who gave us more insights than I can repeat here. He talked about how "democracy is not a particular book you pull off the shelf and read the rules for." And certainly as an Islamic scholar he was and surely is sympathetic to a religious world view; in fact, he made a good case for secularism as just another form of religion. He said that secularism has become the conservative establishment, threatened by the increasing questioning of the assumption that secularism is a good thing. "I know better than believers what is best," Dr. Voll said, in describing a secularist's position. But in fact, Dr. Voll pointed out, religion has not disappeared as expected from the modern world, and he spoke a bit about his recent meeting with the Prime Minister of Norway, who is an evangelical Christian.<br /><br />Then the moderator asked Mr. Hassan, who got a law degree from Harvard and practices law in Amman, about <em>sharia </em>law. Mr. Hassan, an utterly charming and self-deprecating man, replied that one thing distinguishing Islam from other religions is that it is not just a religion but a way of life. "In some interpretations of Islamic law we went astray but in some we hit the target," Mr. Hassan said. He talked about his experience at Harvard, and how it was actually an Infidel professor (many laughs) who encouraged him not to measure either himself or his culture against western models but to try to find the rules appropriate for his own society. Nevertheless, Mr. Hassan said, "we are always being measured against a western model of some sort."<br /><br />Dr. Khawaldeh spoke last. With the opacity I have discovered from my reading is common in Muslim thought, she said that "Islam means equality and human rights." She averred, as Mr. Hassan had before her, that "everything good is part of Islam." Like many educated women in the Islamic world, she maintained that under <em>sharia</em> women have complete freedom and human rights.<br /><br />The session opened to questions, and many of the women in the audience were skeptical. Pressed about <em>sharia</em> on women's rights (divorce, child custody, inheritance, etc.), Mr. Hassan self-deprecatingly admitted his ignorance of the details, the finer points of the laws--surprising, to my mind, considering he is a lawyer. Mr. Hassan's justified the Islamic inheritance laws by saying that although a wife may get less than sons, sons (and daughters) always take care of their mothers. The western members of the audience were having none of this paternalism. First a lawyer and then a parliamentarian from Toronto spoke about recent attempts of Muslim immigrants in Canada to get <em>sharia</em> incorporated into Canadian law. "The initiative was resoundingly defeated," the Canadian said. "Did we Canadians make the wrong decision?" Mr. Hassan's reply, in essence, was "yes." He went on to say that in a future attempt, if the Canadian Muslims handle the legislative process with more finesse, likely they will succeed. It was not the content of the <em>sharia</em> laws themselves, Mr. Hassan was saying, but the way they were clumsily introduced into the Canadian legislative process, that was at fault.<br /><br />Quickly, the questions degenerated into impassioned personal statements. "All religions discriminate against women and we women should forsake them!" (Russian IWF-er) "There should be no religion in government! Democracy can only be secular!" (Mexican IWF-er) And so on, and so on. Finally, Rebecca Solti, an American?Englishwoman? who has lived in Jordan for thirty years, took the mike. In a torrent of testimony on the generosity and integrity of the Arab people, Rebecca spoke on and on and on--clearly, she had not had a chance to express herself before. My new acquaintance from northern Ireland and myself exchanged a <em>remark sotto </em>voce<em>--why do women's meetings always ramble to a close</em>?--it was becoming embarrassing--when Ms. Solti brought us all up short. "Thousands of elderly French people died in that heat wave two summers ago. That would never have happened in Jordan! Here, like elsewhere in the Muslim world, children look in on their parents all the time and take care of them!"<br /><br /><em>Sharia </em>continued the subject of the day. In my next session, <em>Faith, Identity and Co-Existence</em>, the specific subject was the expression of faith through art and culture. The panelists were Dr. Janet Soskice, a Fellow of Jesus College Cambridge, who has just written a book on St. Catherine's Monastery in the Sinai; Dr. Maria Rosa Menocal, Sterling Professor of the Humanities at Yale and an expert on Islamic Spain; and Dr. Minwer al-Meheid, a Saudi art restorer and architect who spent many years restoring the minbar Saladin brought to Jerusalem and a fanatic broke into thousands of pieces in 1969. As soon as the question part of the session began, two American women immediately launched into questions about <em>sharia</em> laws and women's rights. Nissreen Haram, a young Jordanian woman and lawyer, stood. Exasperated, angry, she shouted "you western women! Dr. al-Meheid gives a stunning presentation on Islamic art and none of you ask him any questions! It's all <em>sharia! sharia! sharia! </em>with you! You are so narrow-minded, you can never see past that one issue to the totality of our culture!"<br /><br />Later, in the hall before our next event, another new acquaintance, an IWF-er from Michigan, smirked to me. "What do they think--that we are going to ignore women's rights?"<br /><br />I suppose it is a question of where you place your <em>a priori.</em> For so many IWF-ers from the West, women's rights is the article of faith. For many Muslim women, it is Islam. It looks like breaking down the walls, much less building a bridge, is going to take a lot of work.Junehillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06276842748761922413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643724781013816742.post-62074188445994497282007-05-13T23:26:00.000-07:002007-05-14T00:36:26.979-07:00Ladies of the BusTonight the International Women's Forum Cornerstone Conference <em>Building Bridges Breaking Walls </em>officially begins with a dressy reception at The Citadel, part of the old Umayyad palace in Amman. We are all hoping that Queen Rania, who is sponsoring this conference, will attend. However, her schedule is never published in advance--for obvious reasons. The Grand Hyatt Amman is alive with the <em>largesse</em> of beautiful Arab manners and the chit-chat of old friends coming together again. Since I, as a guest, am a step outside the ring of IWF-ers, perhaps my role here is one of historian, and therefore Monday morning finds me at my blog in the business center. Nevertheless, already this morning I have met and talked with two Jordanian women attending the conference and had breakfast with my new acquaintance Marilyn.<br /><br />Thinking of Marilyn, I realize I should say a few more words about the ladies of the bus, we sixteen sixty-somethings on the four-day tour of Jordan, before we disperse into the throng of five hundred now gathered here. A more distinguished group of women I have never met--and I say that as someone who went to an all-girls school K-12 and then Vassar before it went coed. An indication of these ladies' engagement with the world, intelligence, and accomplishments is that talk never came around to husbands and children. Just to mention a few women in passing, I give you Susie, who once mentioned casually <em>a propos </em>something else that she had instructed a Saudi sheik on monetary interest and banking, and Betsy, who brought Nordstrom's into southern California, served on the Walmart board for eleven years, and has now "repotted herself," as she says, as a private consultant. This summer she goes to Japan to give a seminar to a Japanese firm. I believe she travels the world teaching good business practice.<br /><br />But really I want to talk to you about Marilyn from Dallas and Texarkana. I especially want to give you Marilyn because so often on the east and west coasts I hear people talk condescendingly about Texas women, with Texas hair, the colorful clothes, the twang, the Christian faith. Marilyn is all that--as well as one of the most impressive women I have ever met. Her grandfather started a newspaper in Texarkana, Arkansas, and since that time her family has expanded the business. They now own the Arkansas <em>Democrat </em>and<em> </em>several other newspapers; also, they moved early into cablevision.<br /><br />One of the first things Marilyn said, in explaining herself, is "<em>my grandfather started a foundation, and so I always wanted to start one of my own.</em>" Marilyn has done exactly that. Through her foundation, she teaches micro-finance to Ethiopian church women and brings water to Ethiopian communities. She says it takes only $25,000 to provide a community with a constant source of clean water. She came to Jordan from Ethiopia--her third trip--where she had been laying the groundwork for new projects and checking up on the old. We had an interesting discussion over breakfast about the need to choose just the right leaders for these women's micro-finance groups, because it is hard for women to grasp the idea that they have to pay back the initial loan--especially since they live in a religious community where "forgiveness" is stressed.<br /><br />Marilyn's trips to Ethiopia involve a certain amount of danger, so she has not chosen the easiest path, especially since, although she looks my age, Marilyn is a generation above me. She told the ladies of the bus about the trip on which two U.N. security vans had to accompany her group around the countryside. Lately, she has linked up with an American couple (the man started Stewart Title Company), who are also bringing water to Africa. Now that I think about it, water has been a theme of conversation on this journey. Jordan is running out of water, and our guide Zuhair spoke to us at length about the problem. My friend Clare says that if she had been born ten years later she would have gone into water law. Marilyn talks about the need, more than the cure for AIDS and malaria that the Gates Foundation is working toward, simply for a constant source of clean water in Africa. And this is something that on a community-by-community basis is not expensive, by American standards, to provide.<br /><br />From small beginnings good things may come, in ways other than we intended, sometimes beyond our ken and not in our own lifetimes. I see a glimmer of this, not just with Marilyn and her foundation, but here in Jordan with the coming together of Jordanian and American businesswomen. I already have much to report on this subject--but for another day.<br /><br />For our last Jordanian tour, we ladies spent a few hours at Wadi Rumm, home of the Bedouin, where <em>Lawrence of Arabia </em>was filmed. Now <strong>this</strong> is the desert--and a more beautiful place I have never seen. I would love to come back and camp in the desert. Zuhair, our marvelous Jordanian guide, brings guests to Wadi Rumm late in the day, for the sunset. Then the group camps out in Bedouin tents. The next day, the group goes by camel caravan to a more remote spot and sleeps out overnight on the desert floor. The stars are said to be magnificent. And I cannot begin to describe for you the dignity and loveliness of Bedouin hospitality. I am much too cerebral a person to become one of those western women who goes ga-ga in the Arabian desert, but I can see how that can happen.<br /><br />So I was wrong about the landscape of Jordan. My husband may also be wrong about the ladies from the West gathered here. At least three-fourths of the ladies on the bus are religious--many, like Marilyn, more devout than me. When you think about it, that makes sense. It would be Christian and Jewish American women who would feel the legitimacy of the religious underpinnings to Muslim lfie. Now where else will I be proved wrong?Junehillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06276842748761922413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643724781013816742.post-3388398771073357452007-05-12T06:55:00.000-07:002007-05-12T07:53:04.279-07:00Fashion Here and ThereSince I love clothes and have always loved clothes, I've been fascinated by the various ways in which Muslim women in Jordan interpret the Quranic commandment on modesty in dress. At least, I am assuming the prohibition against showing lots of skin goes back to the Q'ran, but I could be wrong. It could be part of the <em>hadith</em> (stories told about Muhammad after his death) or <em>sharia</em> laws. I will have to find out.<br /><br />The most common female attire is a long-sleeved gauze tunic over long trousers. Sometimes the trousers are tight jeans, sometimes baggy pants. Either way is actually very sexy, at least in my view. Sometimes women wear long duster coats, or elaborate long skirts with tight military-style jackets. Again, both styles are very flattering to the female form and, if the color and fabric and fit are right, lovely. And then there is the matter of head scarves. Every woman seems to have her own style here. Some women wear a double scarf: a tight-fitting inner band, often in a light color, and then a darker color outer scarf in a dressier fabric. Today in the ladies room at the lunch house in Petra I watched four young teenagers fuss with their elaborate scarf arrangements. They seemed quite pleased with themselves--reasonably, I felt, because their choice of fabric and manner of draping were beautiful. You see all colors of scarves, all fabrics, many different drapes. Some ladies hold their scarves in place with pins, what we would call hat pins. The overall effect, therefore, is feminine and flattering--much more so than what western women often wear, when you step back and consider.<br /><br />So I am re-thinking the head scarf issue, especially since, paradoxically, a head wrap beautifully frames a face. That's the most important thing I've noticed. Sometimes I will see a Muslim woman and she will seem to me to have just stepped out of a Vermeer or a Van Eyck painting, for her face is luminous and remarkable. Truly, as the Elizabethans sang, the eyes are windows to the soul. There is a readable particularity to a be-scarved woman's face. It offers an immediacy and intimacy that, ironically, we have lost in the West. Part of it is the effect of stillness, of course, without all the fussing and nervous twisting of hair we see in our own culture. And part of it is the effect of concentration, without the distraction of the hair competing for attention with the face.<br /><br />So in the end the Islamic prohibition against women displaying themselves in public seems to be subverted by the very nature of the human form, by the power of the feminine and its ability to find expression in many ways, and by womanly ingenuity. And perhaps beauty shows itself off best framed. That's the thought I'm taking back home with me.<br /><br />I do have one stumbling block in this train of thought. The head-to-toe black shapeless chador, complete with face mask, is just plain creepy. For the first time, I saw a lady so clad who also wore black gloves. I had read about this <em>uber</em>-modesty but had never seen it. I have encountered the full kit-and-kaboodle twice in the last week--once in the Rome airport, once in downtown Amman--and in both instances the husbands wore sloppy western sports clothes and flip flops!<br /><br />For full disclosure, I should add that <em>chez autobus</em> is the Eileen Fisher crowd. Eileen Fisher's clothes, when you think about it, owe a lot to Muslim style, fabric, and cut.Junehillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06276842748761922413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643724781013816742.post-37943882995056591762007-05-10T12:31:00.000-07:002007-05-12T06:55:10.123-07:00Yankee Doodle JordanAfter two days, I've coined an aphorism for Jordan: not a lot to look at but much to experience. Having gone to Arizona a couple of times, I thought I knew desert. But I do not know desert--not at all. And, apparently, my cohort and I have not seen the real desert yet--that will come day after tomorrow when we go to Wadi Rum, owned by the Bedouin, where <em>Lawrence of Arabia</em> was filmed. Jordan is the driest, dustiest place I have ever been. My Royal Jordanian flight landed in a sand and dust storm, and the elements have been <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">kickin</span>' it ever since. Jordan is at the northern end of the Great Rift Valley; Kenya is the southern end. And this time of year dust from the Sinai Desert in Egypt courses up and down the long valley. As our tour guide says, "you ladies should see what Cairo is like now." We drink six bottles of water a day, and even then the atmosphere sucks the moisture right out of us. We are a bus-full of <span style="color:#000000;">women who never have to pee.</span><br /><br />My friend Clare and I are doing an Abercrombie and Kent "Taste of Jordan" four-day tour before the start of the International Women's Forum Conference. Five hundred women, from Europe, China, Russia, the Middle East and the U.S., are converging on Amman for Queen Rania's event. Immediately following the IWF Conference, the World Economic Forum is meeting at the Dead Sea; at the same time there will be a convening of Nobel science laureates in Petra to launch the Petra Project, which will guide and finance scientific research in the Middle East. To my mind, there is some significance to the Queen's hosting her event right before her husband King Abdullah II hosts his.<br /><br />More IWF women are arriving at the Grand Hyatt every day, but so far Clare's and my little group is one of the few to venture forth to tour. There are sixteen of us, all ladies of a certain age, and one amiable husband. The IWF members are extremely accomplished, of course; I'm not so sure about we few "guests" in the bunch. Just to give you an example: one San Francisco woman, with a B.A. in journalism from the University of Missouri and advanced degrees from Stanford Business School and the Harvard Business School Broadcasting Program, has been a broadcast manager for <em>The Washington </em>Post in various places, the president and general manager of KRON TV in the Bay Area, the president and CEO of Chronicle Broadcasting in the Bay Area, the first female president and CEO of Heald Business College; she sits on the boards of the World Affairs Council and the Smithsonian, among others. (Oh, the power of Google!) Another lady, whom Clare and I met at dinner last night and commandeered for our group, is the past president of Trinity University in Vermont, the just-retired deputy director of corrections for Vermont, and a Catholic lay sister. I'll try to write more about others as the days pass.<br /><br />I'm not sure how I feel about being part of a bus tour; sometimes we seem much like the little flocks of goats or sheep we frequently see by the side of the road. And I've seen enough Roman columns to last me for awhile. But yesterday afternoon at the ruins of the Roman city of Jerash we had one of those serendipitous, magical moments that makes even the dreariest tour itinerary worthwhile. Our Jerash experience did not start auspiciously, as we had to sit through a cringe-worthy re-enactment of a Roman chariot race and gladiatorial combats in the old hippodrome. (At least, the horses seemed well-tended.) Afterwards, we straggled into the amphitheater, our second amphitheater of the day. But here a contingent of Jordanian soldiers, kitted out in what seemed to be British/Arab uniforms from World War I, merrily played bagpipes.<br /><br />Now one of the few things that all the Muslim scholars I have been reading for the conference share is a disdain for their various cultures' colonial and neo-colonial heritages. The ordinary inhabitant of the Middle East does not seem to be so picky. And indeed our musical soldiers bagpiped into "Amazing Grace." I don't know what it is about amphitheaters--must always be a trace of their religious origins in the air, or somehow over the centuries fervor has seeped into the stone--but this was the third time I have heard "Amazing Grace" in a Graeco-Roman amphitheater in a Muslim country. Two years ago, at Ephesus in Turkey, a Japanese group stepped into the theater while Caro and I were resting on the seats. A young man turned and threw his beautiful tenor voice at . . . us? a first-century audience of a summer afternoon?--as he sang first "Amazing Grace" and then The Lord's Prayer.<br /><br />Yesterday in Jerash the Jordanians followed that chestnut of a hymn (is it the only one people know anymore?) with "Yankee Doodle Dandy." The Jordanians in the amphitheater looked at our little group and broke into applause. A trio of Lebanese teenagers who had minutes before leapfrogged to the top row of seats threw their arms in the air and began to sway. A crush of young Arabs, clearly a school group, who had just wandered into the stage area, turned into a mean Texas line dance. Mostly the boys, but also a few of the girls, slide-stepped the square. Afterwards, we began talking, as best we could, with the students. I had taken them for high schoolers, but they were university students, a group who had been invited by Queen Rania to Amman for some of the IWF events. They were from all over the Middle East, from universities in Saudi Arabia, Egypt, Morocco, Algeria, and Tunisia. I chatted with a young woman from Tunis who spoke excellent English. Her head wrapped in a pink headscarf held in place with a butterfly pin, she said that she wanted more than anything to continue her education in the United States. I gave her my business card, and Clare and I promised her that we would help her to do exactly that. Somehow I feel that we will have an opportunity to keep our promise.Junehillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06276842748761922413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643724781013816742.post-59499438105317535062007-05-09T01:26:00.000-07:002007-05-09T01:57:26.651-07:00R and R in RomeJim and Sasha say that I need to retrace some ground between the debacle in Newark and subsequent lofty thoughts on how we Americans view the Middle East. So I suppose I could expend a few words on my R and R here in Rome. First of all, I'm one of those fliers who gets the jet lag whack. Secondly, I love Rome. So I've been here in one of my favorite cities in the world, trying to get my circadian rhythms in sync. I'm staying in the Hotel Raphael on Largo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Febo</span>, tucked behind one end of the Piazza <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Navona</span>. I have never stayed here before, and I'm alternately amused, bemused, and enchanted.<br /><br />Like a lot of hotels now, the Raphael's elegant old exterior belies a completely gutted and Euro-industrial restyled interior upstairs. So the downstairs is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">quirkily</span> charming, with the original hotelier's eclectic art collection (everything from Miro and Picasso ceramics to absolutely hideous tenth-rate Italian religious painting, from a Russian sleigh in the lobby to a set of exquisite Passover plates and cups--and dare I mention the amusing if confusing John the Baptist baptizing Jesus cabinet?). Upstairs, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">eco</span>-industrial takes over. My room is a hermetically-sealed box, all birch wood and chrome, with more wall buttons to push than I have been able to master in two days. The hotel's ecologically-sound air conditioning schema and I have been engaged in a battle of wits and will. Basically, the hotel continually resets all the rooms to a temperature I find too warm, so every few hours I have to get up and re-set from my end. All is forgiven for the rooftop terrace bar and restaurant, however, where the view gives new meaning to <em>breathtaking.</em><br /><br />I haven't had time to do much except sleep, read <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Islamist</span> reformers, and work on my blog. Yesterday, gorgeous day here in Rome, I wandered the medieval cobblestone alleys around here, took in Raphael's Sibyls in the church next door, had a latte at the cafe next to the church and read the <em>International Herald Tribune</em>, and then subjected myself to a medicinal <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">mani</span>/<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">pedi</span> at a men's day spa recommended by the hotel. Clearly, the standards and comforts of nail prep vary from culture to culture.<br /><br />A German gentleman hovers, waiting politely for the computer. Must go find the bellman and get my bill. It's on to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Jordania</span>, as the desk clerks here say. Talk to you from Amman, <em>in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">sh'allah</span>.</em>Junehillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06276842748761922413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643724781013816742.post-56880360292122695282007-05-07T23:28:00.000-07:002007-05-08T00:50:18.246-07:00American Readers and the Muslim WorldShortly before my departure, during a dinner shared with an old friend, I talked about the International Women's Conference and what I speculated about its intentions beyond "building bridges--breaking walls." (Like I said earlier, I am a sceptic by nature.) As soon as I began, or so I intended, to pay homage to the deep faith of many Muslims, my friend said dismissively, "Oh. Religious people." Now this old friend is an admirable person, a truly fine human being; but he is deeply secular. He knows little about Christianity or indeed any faith and approaches tidbits of religious knowledge in the way a child afraid of the water will dip a toe in a pool. Like many secularists in America today, my old friend is erudite and accomplished. He has a national reputation in his field; he is a mover and shaker in Democratic party politics and was, in a way, part of the Clinton administration. But he does not respect religious faith as a motivation for human action. Therefore, during our dinner hour, he was not curious about Muslim belief because, in his mind, it is an unpleasant topic. Well, in<em> my</em> mind this attitude is American know-nothingness--ignorant, parochial, and prejudiced. Ironically, because "prejudice" is one of <em>the shibboleths</em> of American culture today, sadly I go out of my way not to name my otherwise exemplary old friend.<br /><br />I have been thinking about that dinner conversation in the light of my googling the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">IWF</span> conference participants--an acquisition of knowledge that has made me rethink my own assumptions about the Muslim world, even after making my way through the conference's reading list. It turns out that I had several wrong-headed presumptions about these women with the strange unpronounceable names from the Middle East. First of all (the glory of Google to include pictures), these women dress like American lawyers--well, maybe some of them like your mother's Junior League--but they do not wear long skirts or head scarves. Oh, the silliness of my friend Clare and myself: emailing back and forth about what to wear, buying baggy gauzy trousers, worrying about our nail polish. At one point, I even bought at the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Talbots</span> Outlet a long black skirt and matching long-sleeved jacket that makes me look like Gertrude Bell.<br /><br />More importantly, the Middle Eastern women coming to the conference are political liberals who are holding important positions in their increasingly-liberal countries. But we never hear about liberal Islam, do we? For the first time, I realize how skewed our media coverage in the U.S. is towards negative stories about the Middle East. Mary Ann <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Tetreault</span>, writing about the democratic elections in Kuwait, puts it well: <em>"Serious news about Kuwait rarely penetrates far beyond the region in the best of times. When the story is about democratization rather than invasion or terrorism, even the most encouraging of news can evaporate without a trace. Is this because, in Kuwait, democratization has been more the product of peaceful politics than violent confrontation? If so, it spells a cavalier attitude toward a wave of progressive political change that Americans and others are presumably in favor of seeing happen across the Middle East</em>."<br /><br />Therefore, we never hear about reformers such as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Rula</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Dashti</span>, political activist who helped secure the right to vote for women in Kuwait; <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Rima</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Khalaf</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Hunaidi</span>, former deputy Prime Minister of Jordan, graduate of the American University in Beirut, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">PH</span>.D. from Portland State University, creator of the Arab Human Development Report for the U.N.; <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Wijdan</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Talhouni</span> Al-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Saket</span>, Jordanian Senator and president of the Jordan Forum for Business and Professional Women; <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Alees</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Samaan</span>, first woman to chair a parliament in Bahrain; <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Farkhonda</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Hassan</span>, professor of geology at the American University in Cairo and member of the second house of the Egyptian Parliament, who works to get more young women into the sciences in Egypt; <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Raghida</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Dergham</span>, a political analyst for NBC, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">MSNBC</span> and the Arab satellite <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">LBC</span>, as well as senior diplomatic correspondent for <em>Al <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Hayat</span></em>, the leading independent Arabic daily. All of these women, among others I have yet to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">google</span>, will be at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">IWF</span> Conference.<br /><br />And yet these Muslim women know about us. Mary Ann <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Tetreault's</span> observations during the Kuwaiti elections include the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">enthusiasm</span> of the women to get out and vote in such numbers that the polling places were unprepared for handling the large numbers of illiterate women voters and the niceties of voter identification when the voter is veiled. "<em>Consequently, the lines moved so slowly that some women gave up in disgust and went home without voting, eliciting several dark comments about Ohio in a line I stood in that day.</em>"<br /><br />I am wrong about another assumption, one I stated in an earlier blog. The Middle Eastern women at the conference will not only be Muslims. Alees Samaan, mentioned above, from Bahrain, is a Greek Orthodox Christian Arab.<br /><br />Note: Mary Ann Tetreault's "Kuwait's Annus Mirabilis" is wonderful reading. You can find her piece at MiddleEastDesk.org. She teaches at Trinity University in San Antonio.<br /><br />Finally, my dinner companion is now working to raise money for Barack Obama. <em>What a strange and wonderful world.</em>Junehillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06276842748761922413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643724781013816742.post-74035500379166823372007-05-06T10:21:00.000-07:002007-05-07T23:28:19.938-07:00Sixty Is Not the New Forty<span style="font-family:arial;">Do journeys ever unfold as planned? If I needed reminding that the answer is in the negative, the beginning of my trip on Friday gave me the nudge. First of all, let me say that I survived, and I'm sitting in the library at The Yale Club in New York writing this for an hour before heading off to Newark and my flight to Rome--the first leg of my journey to Jordan. I had thought to spend this hour pontificating/intoning--whatever--about how the Cold War set so much of the Middle East on a skewed path (journeys, again?)--and my sense generally that wrong choices have consequences far into the future.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">On a lighter note--but indeed a story about wrong choices having consequences far into the future--let me begin with some poor decision-making back in 1969. My then boyfriend Stephen Sewell, having toked a few too many, ran a stop sign in his ancient Nash after midnight in Berkeley and collided with an oncoming car. I was in the front passenger seat and not wearing my seatbelt, so I slammed into the dashboard and broke my left collarbone. For years, the only lasting consequence of that evening seemed to be Stephen's confidence in my mother (arriving in Berkeley to care for me) that he was thinking of proposing. Curiously, Stephen never mentioned this <em>to me</em>. And given the on-again off-again nature of our relationship, I was surprised to hear that he had marriage on his mind. And over time I have mulled occasionally over Stephen's confidence in my mom. But the accident had another consequence that did not seem too burdensome at first: I lost complete mobility in my left arm. And now, decades later, because my left shoulder/arm is weaker than my right, and because at the same time I am left-handed, I have a recalcitrant muscle in my left shoulder that sometimes complains. And complains mightily, as it suddenly began to do the evening before my departure for New York, in such a fashion that I got no sleep Thursday night before my 7 A.M. flight on Friday morning. And there my story begins.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Having had no sleep, having taken Advil for my shoulder, I, who absolutely hate to fly (hence the three-step journey to Jordan) was nevertheless doing fine until the plane hit considerable turbulence descending into Newark. Did I mention also that I am prone to motion sickness? No--well, I am. And I got such a case of motion sickness that by the time we landed I felt I was going to pass out. I rang the call button, and a stewardess began to ply me with cold towels. Slowly, the plane empties, except for the patient and long-suffering young couple on the inside seats next to me. With me eyes closed--the better not to barf--I say over and over "<em>if I could just lie down for fifteen minutes.</em>" Meanwhile, the (very nurturing) stewardesses, who have already had to deal with a young man having a seizure earlier on the flight, just beyond Denver--these young women tell me that they have called the paramedics. And also meanwhile I manage to move across the aisle so that my seatmates can deplane. Once again I murmur, "<em>if I could just lie down.</em>"</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Soon I open my eyes to six jolly policemen--"where are the paramedics?" ask the stewardesses--I suppose post 9/11 that airport cops don't have enough to do (thank goodness) and are delighted to be called to any kind of emergency. And what chatty, jolly cops they were. "I'm going to open your purse to get out your driver's license, madam." "Oh! look here! We can arrest her!" Eyes closed, I protest feebly at their joke, for I know that my license doesn't expire for another year. "What medication are you on, madam?" "Oh, Prevacid--when did you last have that GERD test?--naughty, naughty, you need to have that test updated." And on and on. I still have my eyes closed and can barely talk. Eventually, the paramedics do arrive--and you, my sisters, will be interested to hear that it was a team identical to the one who ministered to our dad in the wee hours of the morning in Houston a month ago--complete with all the really cool high tech equipment, which they proceeded to use on me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Even as the stewardess is trying to tell these men that she thinks I just have motion sickness, they are determined to carry me to the hospital. "Can't you just take me to a quiet room?" I ask. But it turns out, probably for reasons of liability, that airports have no quiet rooms anymore (well, actually, there is one in Terminal 4 at Heathrow, should you intrepid travelers ever need a snooze between flights). So it looks like it's on to the hospital--somewhere in Newark. I protest again--remembering the incidents of run-away staph infections when my dad was just in the hospital in Houston, following his paramedic adventure--and I try to hold my ground. The paramedics confer. "Oh, but look here," one says, "she is <em>sixty.</em>" Registering my age, these men are more determined more than ever to cart me off.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">At this point, I finally throw up, mostly in my wet cloth, but also on the floor of seat 18D. And, because I haven't had a chance to use the restroom, at the same time I pee all over 18D. A low point in my life. But I feel so badly that I don't realize how low until later.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Finally, after an hour, surrounded by six policemen and four paramedics and three stewardesses, I emerge into the terminal, packed with the passengers awaiting their flight, now considerably delayed. I had insisted on walking out, thinking that would make me feel better--my wheelchair proceeding me--and then disappearing just as I needed to sit down. And with the packed waiting area, there were no seats. A stewardess commands a seat! I collapse, next to a woman eating a plate of fried chicken; I commence to barf all over the floor around the seat. At last, my wheelchair reappears and I am wheeled on Toad's Wild Ride down to the baggage area to get my luggage.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Magically, mysteriously, my retinue has disappeared, and I am left in luggage, where I doze for an hour until I think I can make it into Manhattan. As I wooze my way along the taxi queue, I notice that I am covered with the same stick-ums for electrodes that the paramedics used on my dad. At last, I make it to The Yale Club and proceed to barf twice more. I collapse into bed for almost twenty-four hours until revived by the arrival of my daughters into New York from Princeton.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Let's just say I don't recover from these bouts of air sickness as quickly as I used to. And I plan to be well-dramamined before taking off for Rome this afternoon. It is a very windy spring day in New York.</span>Junehillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06276842748761922413noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643724781013816742.post-81671641342477538282007-05-02T19:57:00.000-07:002007-05-03T10:46:21.188-07:00Questions, QuestionsThe books I've read for the International Women's Forum Cornerstone Conference in Amman, Jordan have (1) shown me how little I know about Islam; (2) raised more questions than they have answered. For example, Leila Ahmed (conference speaker, Harvard Divinity School professor, Egyptian by birth, author of <em>Women & Gender in Islam</em>) admits in her memoir <em>Border Passage</em> that she never learned to read classical Arabic. Therefore, she cannot read the Q'ran. She says that the Q'ran is an oral text for Muslims. Except for scholars and jurists, the Q'ran is heard, not read. Furthermore, the Arabic dialect spoken in each country in the Middle East is so different that the denizen of one country cannot understand the Arabic spoken in another country. When Ms. Ahmed went to teach in the Emirates, she had to have an interpreter for Gulf Arabic.<br /><br />Ms. Ahmed's comment makes no sense when I try to puzzle it out. What, then, is modern standard Arabic? Is this what literate people in the Middle East read in their newspapers? If not modern standard Arabic, what is the Arabic of the written press? What is the common denominator Arabic of the American University of Beirut--still, after all these years, an important source of higher education in the Middle East, as I have learned from googling the conference's speakers. What is the Arabic <em>on Al-Jazeera</em>?<br /><br />Beyond these practical considerations, the oral transmission of the Q'ran has enormous consequences, it seems to me. As we Protestant Christians know, it was the translation of the Bible into the European vernaculars--an act of disobedience against the Church that cost both translators and printers their lives--and the subsequent reading of the Bible among the literate middle classes that led to the Reformation and its attendant consequences for nation-states and human rights. A sixteenth-century European had to read the Bible in secret, upon penalty of death; the reward for such a risk, however, was the freedom to decide for oneself the meaning of the sacred text. The printing press was introduced into the Arabic-speaking world by nineteenth-century American missionaries, brought from Malta to Beirut in 1834. Maybe it's time for Muslims to read the Q'ran in their native languages. Of course, western history here is a cautionary tale, as well, in that it was the internecine warfare among Catholics and Protestants that finally led some people to a surfeit of violence and killing and a subsequent sense of the worth of all individuals, no matter their beliefs. It was not a straight path from the translated Bible to religious freedom. So perhaps we should not expect change in the Muslim world too quickly.<br /><br />Nevertheless, it does seem to me that a crux of Islamic culture is the oral transmission of the revelations of the Prophet.<br /><br />Hume Horan, a retired U.S. foreign service Arabist, has this to say on the subject of why the Islamic world has been resistant to translations. "Here is the dilemma: <em>God spoke Arabic.</em> Oh, he may have delivered an earlier, flawed message in Hebrew, in the Old Testament, or in Greek, in the New. but he damn sure got it right the third time. The Koran is not history or biography, like the Bible. It is pure revelation. Arabic is coterminus with God. So, unlike English, which is a compost, a welcoming cathedral, the most catholic of languages, Arabic is a completely closed system, resistant to loanwords, a terrifyingly logical, well-oiled piece of machinery that just clicks, clicks away." (quote from Robert D. Kaplan's <em>The Arabists</em>)<br /><br />Arabic verb tenses do not delineate among past, present, and future. Surely, this feature of Arabic also contributes to the resistance to Koranic translation.<br /><br />And one small consequence for westerners is the transliteration of Arabic words. Is it the Koran, Qur'an, Qur'n, or Q'ran? Was he Mohammed, Mohamed, Muhammed, Muhamad, Muhammad? Each of the books I have been reading uses a different spelling. This confusion adds to the tentativeness of any and all western observations of Islam, including mine here on Junehill, Owl and a Green Dog, Too.Junehillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06276842748761922413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643724781013816742.post-62556656085131570802007-04-29T11:44:00.000-07:002007-05-03T10:45:33.204-07:00Drawing A Bright LineOne of the books I've been reading for the International Women's Forum <em>Building Bridges--Breaking Walls</em> Conference in Amman is Katerina <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Dalacoura's</span> <em>Islam, Liberalism and Human Rights. </em>Ms. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Dalacoura</span>, who teaches at the London School of Economics, tries to make the case that there is no essential incompatibility between Islam and human rights. She defines human rights as "the rights people have by virtue of their humanity," and she traces the concept of humans having inalienable rights <em>qua</em> human beings to the bringing together of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Judaeo</span>-Christian tradition in the West with the European Enlightenment of the eighteenth century. As far as the western view of human rights is concerned, probably no one would disagree. But she goes on to argue that our concept of human rights is grounded equally in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">exercise</span> of reasoned inquiry and the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">exercise</span> of faith, for the secularism that the Enlightenment has bequeathed us cannot alone guarantee human rights, without a sense of a higher moral law. She finds moral law in man's recourse to what has long been called natural law, in which faith and reason are joined, and goes on to say that <em>"whatever interpretation we give to natural law, however--whether we find our point of reference in Christianity, in Islam, in a belief in a higher Being or in a inchoate metaphysical sense of the sacredness of the human being--we cannot, I argue, escape </em>its [natural law's<em>] necessity if we want to be consistent on human rights</em>."<br /><br />The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Dalacoura</span> view of an Islam that could be compatible with such human rights is more problematic. She puts aside <em>sharia</em> (the Abbasid medieval legal codes that dictate much of the practice of Islam) and finds a locus for human rights in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Q'ran</span>. However, she is vague as to which divine revelations in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Q'ran</span> address human rights. And in the end her argument is unconvincing, partly because she does not discuss Mohammedan revelation, partly because the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Egyptian</span> and Tunisian attempts to combine human rights and Islam, which she chronicles, have failed.<br /><br />Therefore, I had tossed this book aside--more fool me--until Ms. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Dalacoura's</span> subject came back to haunt me this past week after the U.S. Supreme Court handed down its decision<em> Gonzales v. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Carhart</span></em>.<em> </em>There was so much vituperative back-and-forth in the media about this partial-birth abortion case that I decided I had to read the decision and the background cases for myself. And I was surprised--more, taken aback--even more, appalled--at what a partial-birth abortion actually entails. It is either infanticide or next-to-infanticide--and whatever it is, it abrogates that "higher moral law" to which, according to Ms. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Dalacoura</span>, we are all bound. And the ironic thing, from my point of view, as a western woman cautiously embarking on an exploration of Islam, is that infanticide is one subject on which Muslims can take the human rights high ground, for in the seventh century <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Mohamed</span> outlawed infanticide, at a time when the other Mediterranean cultures practiced it. I wonder if any of the Muslim women at the conference will point this out, if and when they are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">queried</span> closely about human rights in their countries.<br /><br />Furthermore, the U.S. Supreme Court decision shows how difficult it is to find that locus of natural law. It is one thing to say "let's combine faith and reason;" it is quite another more difficult thing to do so. The exercise of reason is hard, very hard, and it is a task best-suited for the most intelligent. When reason and faith go hand-in-hand, as they have many times in western culture (the abolition of slavery, child labor laws, encouragement of education and knowledge), they walk in beauty, to quote Byron. But there are times when reason and faith clash. In such instances, the exercise of reason becomes not only difficult to do but difficult to sustain, for one's mind is already jumping past argument to the forgone conclusion that faith<em> a priori</em> embodies. This seems to be the situation with Justice Kennedy's written opinion in <em>Gonzales v. Carhart</em>. His reasoning is disjointed, weak, and doesn't hold up to scrutiny; his conclusions are peremptory--because, I suspect, in his mind (like in my own) from the beginning any and all argument about women's rights this/doctors' opinions that/case law here/precedent there are irrelevant because the prohibition against infanticide or against an act coming close to infanticide trumps everything. Therefore, Justice Kennedy's written opinion is a charade, and it is just the kind of intellectual dishonesty for which Katerina Dalacoura takes many modern Islamic scholars to task when, for example, they try to prove that women in Islamic societies have a panoply of human rights. The fact that a western jurist (one trained in the Jesuit tradition, no less) cannot sustain an argument warns us of the difficulties ahead for many a Muslim jurist trying to do the same, and in cultures less hospitable to reason and more deeply imbued with a sense of divine law. In our own society, moreover, it is not just the jurists and scholars who are intellectually dishonest. Last week few in the media repeated the word "infanticide," even though it appears often in the Supreme Court opinion. If Americans choose euphemism and circumlocution, if we cannot speak our minds, how can we expect people in more closed societies to do otherwise?<br /><br /><em>"Congress determined that the abortion methods it proscribed had a 'disturbing similarity to the killing of a newborn infant,' ... and thus it was concerned with 'drawing a bright line that clearly distinguishes abortion and infanticide.'</em>" (J. Kennedy, opinion of the U.S. Supreme Court<em>, Gonzales v. </em>Carhart)Junehillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06276842748761922413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643724781013816742.post-47332972690803285572007-04-27T14:59:00.000-07:002007-04-27T16:20:20.393-07:00My Friend ClareAt the outset, I should confess that, like the proverbial changeling or cuckoo chick, I am going to this conference under false pretenses. I am not a "woman leader"--that would be my friend Clare, who has generously asked me to accompany her. She is a trusts & estates lawyer, philanthropist, and IWF member who, like all the other members convening in Amman, is allowed to bring one guest. So I suppose I will be the Woman Who Came to Dinner. Hopefully, I will not be the only one. Clare's invitation was serendipitous (as such things often are), for she thought I would be in Egypt sometime in May and could hop over to Jordan and join her. Indeed I had planned to be in Egypt with my younger daughter Caroline, who is visiting St. Catherine's Monastery in the Sinai because she hopes to present a paper on two of the monastery's frescoes at a Byzantine art conference next fall. But mother-daughter scheduling didn't work out, and Caro can't get to the Sinai until August and its 120 degree heat. Even as my Egypt sojourn vanished (regrets, regrets--Caro is the absolute best traveler, but that's a story for another day), I jumped at the chance to join Clare. So now I will try to be as good a<br />traveling companion for Clare as Caro has been for me. Tall order. <em>We'll see how I do.</em><br /><em></em><br />Having googled some of the California IWF members going to Amman, I'm slightly intimidated by their accomplishments. I'm a bit of an odd bird myself--a somewhat agoraphobic traveler, spending my days at home researching and writing little histories on my mother's family (albeit an interesting one, in that Southern gothic way) when I'm not taking trips here and there. Sometimes, as I hold a letter from the 1880's and struggle to decipher the copperplate, briefly I have the oddest feeling that the writer has stepped out of the shadows to my side. I wonder if a century and more from now our blogs, presuming that they still circle the ethernet, will alight upon spaces yet to be created.<br /><br />So--returning to the subject at hand--I will be one of many upper middle-class and upper class women, East and West, traveling to Amman. We all seem to be well-educated. My husband supposes that we westerners (mostly Americans?--I'll find out and report) will be secularists, almost to a woman. Of course, I am an exception; and from googling, I know that two of the California IWFers are "staunch Episcopalians," as they say, and one is Jewish. As for our hostesses, I suddenly realize that my presumption that all will be Muslims could be wrong. There are 4 million Arab Christians in the Middle East; a few could be part of the Cornerstone Conference. Somehow--after my reading--I think not. But I will report, and that will be a story for another another day.Junehillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06276842748761922413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643724781013816742.post-34287699898353503922007-04-26T14:37:00.000-07:002007-04-26T15:12:18.200-07:00Off To See The Queen<span style="font-family:arial;">Even though I brought out Owl and Green Dog as a political blog--like everybody else and her aunt momma looking ahead to 2008--I will be writing first from the International Women's Forum Cornerstone Conference in Jordan. "<em>Under the patronage of Her Majesty Queen Rania Al-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Abdullah</span>, Founder of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">IWF</span> Jordan, women leaders from around the world are invited to join <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">IWF</span> in this ancient and biblical land for a conversation unlike any other. In unity, with stewardship and trust, come to Amman, May 14-16 and help expand the circle of understanding that lifts prospects for a more sustainable future</em>." So states the program. A born sceptic, I will see.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I should also mention that I am a born (again) Christian who, having worked my way through the conference's reading list on Islam, realizes for the first time the depth of her ignorance about Muslims. So probably I shouldn't be nitpicking, yet--but, after all, this <em>is</em> a blog. Should the conference prospectus begin its description of Jordan with the moniker "biblical land?" Jordan is an Islamic state where, technically, the penalty for apostasy is death. Promulgating the Bible is against the law. Of course, Jordan has a Christian Orthodox community that predates the creation of Jordan itself by a thousand years. And Muslims recognize Christians and Jews as fellow "peoples of the book<em>"--dhimmi</em>, in Arabic. However, our book, the Bible, is not the equal of <em>the Q'ran. </em>Therefore, I wonder if a biblical Jordan is a bit outside the circle of understanding.<em> </em></span>Junehillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06276842748761922413noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2643724781013816742.post-89724655014255823242007-03-27T10:31:00.000-07:002007-04-27T14:38:47.920-07:00Owl and A Green Dog, Too<span style="font-family:arial;">Why Green Dog? My politician grandfather was a yellow dog Democrat, and I have a bit of the blue dog Democrat in me--so I guess that makes me a Green Dog D. I grew up in Tennessee but I've lived all my adult life in California--again I'm neither one nor the other, just a mongrel who may post something on politics from time to time.</span>Junehillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06276842748761922413noreply@blogger.com0