Roughneck USA

by

“All of the foreigners who ride in my taxi, French, German, Spanish, they all love Iran. I am curious, so I ask them.”

“They love Iran because they expect something much worse.”

“What do you mean?”

“They expect to be frightened and see people living in fear.” (Forgive me if I am not nuanced in my conversations, I am not a fluent Persian speaker. I do the best I can with my limited abilities.) “We are afraid of you.”

The driver laughs. He thinks I’m joking. I must be joking. Us afraid of them?

“Why is it that foreigners have such a bad impression of Iran?” the taxi driver asked me.

“The only images of Iran that we see in the west are of thousands of people shouting, Down with America, Down with Israel, and then burning flags. This scares us.”

“Yeah, but that does not mean that we dislike Americans. We like Americans. It’s the government we don’t like.”

“Americans do not understand that difference.”

“Don’t they ask why we burn their flag? Don’t they want to know?”

“We do not want to know why. It just makes us angry.” [Our 'friends' dislike us the most, it seems.]

“Why don’t you want to know why?”

“America is a big country. Our neighbors are Canada and Mexico. The rest of the world is very far away. We are not so aware of foreign policy or of other countries. Iran, Iraq, it makes no difference to us. In America, we worry about our own lives. We do not worry about the rest of the world.”

“Ah hah, the driver says. “You are too simple.”

“Yes. We are simple.”

“It seems that Americans want to attack us.”

“Most Americans do not want war.” [Majority expects war (different from supporting it]

“People never want war. It is the leaders who want war. When war comes, and I am a soldier and you are a soldier then I have to fight you.”

“That’s the job of a soldier.”

“America is thick-necked. Do you know what that means?”

“What does it mean?”

“It means that they want to get their way through force.”

“Ahh, we say that too. Roughneck.”

War scares me. It should scare me. What scares me even more is that there are many people in the world who do not fear war. I cannot help but be reminded of what an old biker told me when I told him that I was fascinated by motorcycles and terrified of them.

“So am I,” he said. “It’s when you lose that fear that you get into an accident and die. I have sworn to myself that if I ever get on my bike and feel no fear that I will stop riding forever.”