Soon I Can Rest
Last Updated on Monday, 27 July 2009 06:58 Written by Scott Wegna Monday, 27 July 2009 06:46
I’ve been up since 6am. I made Dorinda her coffee like I do every morning. Stuffed the Widget’s backpack with lunch, mess kit, rain gear, towel, change of clothes, bathing suit, sun screen, hat, and all the other bullshit that a kid needs for day-camp these days. I’ve got 3 more pages to go on Robo 3.5!. Brian’s going to pop on in a few hours with a proper post, but I had a weird day yesterday and i thought it was blog-worthy.
I went to a party. A party I had not intended to go to, hosted by people I don’t even know. It was an anniversary party of sorts, for a middle-aged couple who had met each other later in life and were just so pleased that it was still working out that they decided to throw a party. One of the hosts of the party was a man from Persia. I’ve never been able to figure out if he identifies himself as Persian because that’s how he sees himself, or if it’s just a way of making his life easier since 99% of ignorant Americans don’t know that a big chunk of old Persia (maybe all, I need to investigate) is now a little place called Iran.
He’s been in this country since before I was born. Not by choice, but because he’s a political exile. He has made a very good life for himself, but it doesn’t make the fact that you can never go home again any less heartbreaking.
At this party I met people from Iraq, Iran, Greece, Mexico, England, a pair of young men who are exchange students from Turkey, and people from two other countries I have yet to identify. Muslim, Jew, Catholic, etc. I did my part to represent religiously-indifferent white America. There was a lovely old man who was a composer and conducted a major orchestra who played fiddle all afternoon. The wine and food were delicious.
At one point I was admiring a print on the wall. It was large, and it depicted a ruined city that had once been a seat of power in the Persian Empire over two millennium ago. It was destroyed for political and religious reasons. One of the guests at the party was telling me how he had grown up less than two kilometers from the ruined city and had played their often. He painted a vivid picture of what lay just outside the edges of what the camera had captured. And then a woman (from Greece I think) said, “This is ignorance.” I was a little confused but she gestured at the print, at this great pile of broken stones and half-shattered pillars. What she was saying was that here was a once beautiful thing, a way-point in humanity’s social evolution over tens of thousands of years, and it was destroyed out of hatred, religious fanaticism, and by political desire.
That’s the funny thing about getting to know people. It makes it almost impossible to hate them when they are no longer some faceless Other. I don’t mean we’d all be friends and love one another if only everyone took the time to know everyone else. Fuck that coombiya bullshit. I met someone yesterday who I disliked intensely the more I spoke to them. But it forced me to know them. And it’s very difficult to hate and fear that which you know.
Anyway, the point is I’m glad I went out yesterday. I had planned on staying home and working. Instead I drank, I danced, I talked, and I had my consciousness expanded.

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