These amethyst beads hang from the rear view mirror in my PT. I bought them in Istanbul six years ago, at a booth a few blocks off Taksim Square. It was my last night in the country; I'd had the good fortune to spend almost two weeks in Turkey, split between Istanbul and Ankara, playing blues gigs with two other Americans and two Turks from Ankara’s music scene.
I am not a follower of Islam. I hung the subha from the mirror in my car simply because the beads are pretty when the sun shines through them, and because they reminded me of my friends in Turkey every day. After Erdoğan quashed the “coup” and started to suppress dissent, it became a kind of daily prayer for me.
The years since I got home from that trip have seen things at both ends of the flight go pretty much to hell, and I have come to appreciate that while the subha represents praise of Allah to Muslims, obviously, in a certain class of ursine Americans, Islam and it’s symbols evoke unreasoning fear. They’re so afraid, they have installed a bastard president who has the ethics of your average Lab, or a 2-year-old child:
- If I like it, it's mine.
- If it's in my mouth, it's mine.
- If I can take it from you, it's mine.
- If I had it a little while ago, it's mine.
- If it's mine, it must never appear to be yours in any way.
- If I'm chewing something, all the pieces are mine.
- If it looks just like mine, it is mine.
- If I saw it first, it's mine.
- If you are playing with something and you put it down, it automatically becomes mine.
- If its broken, it's yours.
(Source unknown).
It’s broken, so I guess it’s ours. Trump’s ban on Muslims traveling to the U.S. points up just how broken.
Having grown up and lived my entire life in Wisconsin, I know these people. I remember some of the idjits in my high school class looking down on those of us who were going on to college, and I know these are the same people bitching about not being able to compete for jobs in today’s society. They have in fact chosen not to compete. To paraphrase Molly Ivins, you can’t fault somebody for being stupid, but ignorance is a choice.
In order for the cost of an education to be an issue, you have to MAKE it an issue by deciding you need one in the first place.
I’ll say it once more: ignorance is a choice. That it seems a viable choice to so many Americans is the crowning glory of Ronald Reagan's war on public education.