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Friday, November 20, 2015

A FEW THOUGHTS ON THE WORLDS HOTTEST TOPIC

I AM NOT AGAINST GIVING REFUGE TO THEM FLEEING WAR

I don't think anyone in this country, more so than Arabs regardless of place of birth or ancestry, Identify themselves in terms of their religion. Yes, for example, we have Catholics but most only in a secondary way use their religion as a method of Identification. Usually it is Irish, French, Italian or whatever, same with protestants as a secondary identifier they may or may not say Presbytrian, or Methodist, or A.M.E. or Baptist, or whatever.

Among the Arab population and maybe this is spurred by the media it seems as if Religion is the common identifier, not Yemeni or Lebanese, or Saudi or Iraqi, or whatever. Islam is a religion and many Americans are wary of any religion, regardless of how old it's foundations are, that we are unfamiliar with.

The most common statement we read about Islam is "Islam means peace." What does that mean, does the word Islam translate from Arabic to Peace? Or, and forgive the word, is that statement simply a propaganda tool? Does the Muslim community simply want non Muslims too accept something without any understanding of it?

Our conscious understanding of Islam in general started with the the first World Trade Center bombing, then the embassy bombings in Africa, bin Ladens illegal Fatwa of 1996 calling for the death of all Americans wherever and whenever, then the USS Cole, and 9/11.

I will not presume to speak for an entire nation, state, county or city, only myself. Nearly every Arab I have ever spoken to about whatever engaged in a polite and respectful conversation. The conversations never touched on religion, war at times yes, how they came to immigrate here or even something as simple as what goes into a dish on the menu. But the only thing I know of Islam is what I have been able to research out for myself. Leave it be said I understand little of what I read, the precepts in general and in context make sense but they do not jibe with what i see in the Arab world and religious sectarian violence. I read in the Qur'an where it said Muslims, Jews, and Christians are one because they serve the same God. But I never see that in general practice.

And right up front I will say when it comes to religion, any religion, I am a stranger in a strange land. I adhere to no particular brand. Christians would call me an apostate, Muslims an infidel, Jews a goyim. None of which means anything to me except for what the religions and religious leaders espouse their religions to be, they have some adherents that don't understand what they are believing in.

I do not, never have, and will not fear Arabs. But them that present themselves as Muslims first, yes in this day at this time I will not refuse to interact, but I will do so with some wariness because all I know of Islam is that it means peace. Which when you think of that statement, it makes no sense because NO RELIGION means peace.

If I want peace I will sign a treaty and abide by it as long as the other signatory abides by it as well. I want amity, friendship, common understanding as humans sharing a planet, not to be taken advantage of because I am not Arab when spending money in an Arab community or store. Yeah i get it, it's retail business.

IF the Muslims are concerned they must understand so are the Christians. I understand the Qur'an calls for a women to keep her hair covered, so does the New Testament. Then you get away from the basics to differing interpretations, no where that I have ever found in the Qur'an does it ever call for a full crown to shoe sole burquha. My understanding is that was a cultural imposition of mysoginy, to keep the females in "their place." Chritians use their bible in much the same way misinterpretation or intentional subjugation of some as not worthy of a peaceful life or after life.

I don't care what the Imams say, I DO care what the Arab Americans or green card holders say about Arab terrorism and how we keep it out of Europe, Asia, North America, Central and South America. I do care what Arab Americans say about home grown American terrorists like Timothy McVeigh and the Columbine Duo and other rampage shooters. these issues concern every American or person freely in this land.

I am willing to listen and form an opinion on the refugee crisis as long as the other side of the debate is not cloaked in religion. I understand why so many people from Syria and Iraq are running from war, placing themselves on the dangerous journey through the Balkans to Greece, a route now shutting down. I am NOT opposed to refugee's coming here under a rigorous vetting process, as long as they come as Iraqi or Syrian and not Shia or Sunni and definitely not Wahhabi.

So my best advice to the Arab American and immigrant population is if you're going to try to use the media, use it as Arabs, explain your feelings in terms of human costs not religious infringements. Tell me why I need not be cautious when near you and understand that the majority of Americans are NOT going to go to Dearborn MI to cause mayhem or shut down Arab cultural festivals or institutions. Tell me where we have accord and where we disagree so we can hopefully come to amity.

Be Well and Stay Safe.

Mark C. Durfee

An American

Thursday, August 21, 2014

MOVING



ON THE (RAIL) ROAD AGAIN
On the railroad tie where I stood watching the rails stretch out to become one, I saw a light rise in the distance. I didn’t mind so much when my mistake pasted me to its horn blowing face, I finally had become a part of something that was actually going somewhere. The sun is still hot, sexy hot, but it really doesn’t move me anymore.

© M Durfee
8.21.2014

Saturday, July 5, 2014

PUT ON THE NEW YEARS HAT, WE MUST CHANGE



THE DAYS OF EXPLODING DAYS OFF
The smoke of a thousand times a thousand explosions drifts over a now silent field of nightmares. Places where people slept as war raged about them to a draw, no conclusion. All know the best wars are fought with stealth not frenetic firework explosions celebrating birth of freedoms long changed, corrupted, and lost. O nation of mine, flag of starry eyes and red, white, blue blood where have ye gone? Sailing on the mast snapping a martial salute over a battle ground where all explosives, imported from a land that freedom never grew. I light a fuse and throw the sparkling thing in the air to rattle the neighbors I’ve ignored all year.

This is now freedom: spending living money on a one night orgy of noise, explosions hoping to bring a binge of rights once owned not understood anymore. Allow the breeze, it will come by morning to clear off not only the target coordinates, smoke designated, but the lie that poverty provides only a military solution. Now to the war of holiday making, count the lost extremities and limbs blown off and made to shrapnel of skin and bone and let them laugh to tears who were kept awake. Irony is not found in the ones, every holiday that celebrate losing a palm, knuckle or knee for the rockets’ red glare, in that there is no glory. Simply waste. I will take my freedom, despite them who try to steal it, and I alone will count the day I won it; for my nation has abandoned freedom for profits sent to slave states and image makers who understand that I am not free because they tell me I am, but rather I have become so after fighting many a battle with—myself.

There is a herd to manage, to make the ewe feel good about the slaughter of her young, not for freedom but to protect the profits of the doomed who sit not in smoke designated target areas, or now silent fields of nightmares, but in gated housing tracts getting fat on lady fingers and tea once waste as it went over the side into the harbor. The cargo salvaged was fed dry to a peasant population but the wet orgy of profit came from assurance that all wars are good, for spreading the lies that freedom rings in slave made explosives lit by them who cannot read these words.


© M Durfee
7.5.2014

Friday, May 16, 2014