Friday, July 20, 2007
Day one of the People's Peace Delegation to Iran's 12-day, 1,750-mile journey through the Islamic Republic of Iran
saw this band of five land safely, if exhausted, in Tehran on the morning of July 20, 2007. Met by the tour guide who escorted
them to their hotel to clean up and then headed them over to the University of Tehran for the Friday Prayer
service, which are a big thing in Iran.
They don't spend money on big mosques, but find public spaces to hold these large gatherings. Some 10,000 attended the prayers
at the University. The group was allowed in as “journalists” which meant they were taken to a second story balcony
that overlooked the proceedings – the woman in the delegation was taken to a separate section for women where she was
warmly received, treated like a sister. She wore a black veil as required. The delegation was free to photograph the services,
but asked for security reasons, not to photograph a section where government officials were seated.
All were given earphones that provided instant translation of what was said. Two Imams, spiritual leaders, gave sermons
– one on anger as an attribute given by God to help defend family and religion, but that can get out of hand and be
self-defeating; and the other was a presentation on the political situation between the U.S. And Iranian governments.
After the services were completed they were taken back to the hotel to sleep off some of their jet lag and later that
evening went out for their evening meal. Joined by their guide and one other person, $30 paid for a delicious lamb stew dinner
for 7, including the tip. The delegation was then off to the airport for the 1.5 hour flight to Shiraz,
a city in central Iran – the southernmost
point of the delegation's tour.
Anyone who noticed that
they were foreign, and from the U.S.,
was very friendly. The delegation talked to people as they moved around the city and they sensed no animosity to the people
of the U.S. and no sense that the U.S. government would actually attack their country. One delegation member said
that he felt like he was walking around in Queens NY – people look like they are from everywhere, they dress in every
way you can think of – from punk rock youth to traditional black chadoor-clad matron; you can buy kabob on the street,
see young people on cell phones, people rushing from place to place. Tehran
is a vibrant, active, major metropolitan city. (Report based on phone conversation with Phil Wilayto.)
Saturday, July 21, 2007
In a country that is two-thirds desert a garden is considered paradise and as the delegation walks through the gates
of one such paradise, in the southern city of Shiraz, the
children on a school trip engulf us attempting the handful of English words they know.
“Hello” they yell
with a child’s innocence.
“Hello” we all would say back.
Quickly they respond with a “where
are you from?
“America”
we say with a smile.
“Oh, oh I love Am-ree-ka!”
This conversation will continue with each of the several children getting to practice their English while we get to
attempt a political discussion that is normally met with confused looks of a person lacking the English or a response of “I
do not think much about politics.” Phil jokes that this could be the national greeting. Expressing the affection
that is given to us here may be impossible to explain in a text or even by the spoken word without one seeing it for themselves.
This
interaction is a reprieve for the members of the delegation who spent morning walking through the ruins of Persoplis
hearing twenty-five hundred years of history while the sun bakes us in 110-degree weather. Our day was full and after a few
days of travel that, took us from Washington to London and
finally landing in Tehran we were lagging but enthusiastic. The
enthusiasm was carried from the Friday prayers at Tehran University
strait through our late night flight and arrival in Shiraz
where our day of listening to history would begin.
Amin, our guide, is even struck by the heat several times saying,
“Wow, it is hot,” though forgoing the “chief” that he usually seems to enjoy calling us. The
evening heat is much more manageable without the sun as we go to some mosques and then to dinner where we get to meet some
family members of Rostam, our Iranian colleague back home. The conversation is pleasant and their English is far better
than any of our Farsi.
Many in the delegation are surprised to hear how little the Iranians even consider war between
our two countries and this is confirmed with our dinner conversation. One of the young women, Marziyee says,
“they don’t even think of it at all” when talking about her classmates at Shiraz University. She goes on to say
that the difference between Iran and the United
States is that “here we do not believe it if it is on the news where in America you do.”
Our trip will continue for many more days but if
the reception is this warm then the heat of the days may be its only rival. We will hit the road today heading north
back toward Tehran.
(report by Geoff Millard)
Monday, July 23, 2007
Salam!
That's "hello"
in Farsi, the national language of Iran,
but most people we meet say "'ello!" We're learning, if slowly.
Our five members
of the People's Peace Delegation to Iran woke up yesterday morning in Shiraz, the south-central city of poets, roses, nightingales and, at
one time, wine. Today our main goal was completing a 10-hour van ride through the Zaros
Mountains and desert to the oasis city of Yazd, home
of the country's largest community of Zoroastrians, followers of the major religion that preceded Islam in Iran.
A short while
into our journey we stopped at the site of the tomb of Cyrus the Great, who in the fifth century B.C. established the first
Persian Empire. Persepolis, where we visited Saturday, was Cyrus' ceremonial seat, where
he received tributaries from the various nations in the Empire, but Necropolis was where he maintained his palace, a smaller
but still grand greeting hall and the where he was buried. The structures are still impressive, but the depth of history was
most profound. Geoff, our Iraq War veteran, was deeply moved by our guide's story of how Alexander the Macedonian (Greek)
had burned Persepolis to the ground in retaliation for the
Persians' destruction of a major Greek city, but spared Cyrus's tomb. In fact, he wept at the site, out of respect for this
towering military and political leader.
Then we crossed
the desert that lies between Shiraz and Yazd.
The narrow, two-lane highway runs through a desert plateau between fiercely stark ad seemingly endless mountains. But a hundreds-year
old system of wells and underground canals carries water from the mountains to Yazd,
and along the way irrigates farms of wheat, rice, pomegranate and sunflowers.
This part
of our journey was our first brief exposure to rural poverty, which while widespread does not seem to be abject. We are able
to make some comparisons, because between us we have traveled to many countries in Latin America, the Middle East, Africa
and Asia where extreme poverty is rampant -- not to mention parts of Richmond, Milwaukee
and Washington, D.C.
Iran has been under
U.S. - and U.N.-imposed sanctions for
28 years and some 70* percent of the population lives in poverty. But in our first four days here we have only seen two beggars
and no homeless people. The reason, as explained by our guide and also confirmed by our own pre-trip research, is that the
Iranian government maintains an extensive system of social programs for the impoverished, the people they call "the oppressed."
Even the smallest villages we passed have free education through high school. (Colleges and universities are also free, but
space is limited and admission is very competitive. Even so, some 60-65 percent of college undergraduates are women.)
Every village
or industrial site we passed seemed in need of major repairs.
Crumbling
brick and mud and straw walls are common. But there is also a lot of development. A new highway is being constructed between
Shiraz and Yazd, to replace
the narrow highway we were traveling on. We could see construction workers toiling in the 108-degree heat. The new highway
will reduce the travel time between the two cities, important because as in the U.S.,
most goods are moved by truck. Plus, it will make travel safer. This last point came home pretty strongly several times when
vehicles coming toward us and trying to pass other vehicles narrowly avoided meeting us head on.
After stopping
at an oasis truck stop we finally arrived in Yazd. This is
a thriving metropolis of half-a-million people northeast of Shiraz.
It's an ancient city, one whose population is very devout. (The name "Yazd"
means "holy.") One indication of that is that more women here wear chadors. The full-body coverings are not mandated by law
-- a woman can instead wear a head scarf and "manteau," or thigh-length coat over slacks or jeans, but many women prefer the
chador. As one English-speaking college student in Shiraz
told Tyla, "Yes, it's hot, but it makes me feel safe."
This is a
section that Tyla wrote for this report:
"I have been
warmly welcomed at least a dozen times in the first three days of our trip by lovely Iranian adults and children. These strangers
are now my friends. As I haven't yet mastered even a short phrase in Farsi, I have given them nothing but my smile, and they
have said kind words to me and the other four on our trip. I'm carrying with me a sentiment of appreciation to so many kind
Iranians and a wish to convey their warmth and hospitality to others in the U.S.
who may not have the opportunity to visit Iran."
I don't really
want to tell you where we are staying in Yazd. It's almost
embarrassing -- a renovated former governor's mansion, with a banquet-like dining area, wood-paneled rooms with arched ceilings
and stained glass windows and a garden of narrow, secluded walkways lit by lamplight. Water fountains, crying pet birds and
a quarter-moon in the desert sky ... If you're looking for an inexpensive and beautiful visit to a wonderful and almost entirely
crime-free land of phenomenally hospitable people, think about visiting Iran, we'd be happy to walk you through the process.
Today we visited
several historical sites in Yazd, all of which are exquisitely beautiful and all helpful in
learning about Iran's history and culture.
But it is the conversations we have along the way that make up the soul of our journey. Many people speak some English, and
we are learning a few words of Farsi. Most exchanges start with someone noticing we are speaking English. They shyly approach
us and say "'ello." We answer "'ello, or "salam," and go from there. “Where are you from?” “U.S.A.” “Oh, Am-ri-ka.” Then smiles, laughs,
handshakes, and our asking permission to take their pictures…
This will
be hardest for most folks in the U.S. to accept, but we have been met with nothing but the warmest hospitality and kindness
from everyone we have met -- working people, educators, college students, business people, everyone. Our guide says that it's
because not many English-speaking foreigners visit Iran,
and people are naturally curious. And I know many people at home have told us, "Sure, the people may be nice, but it's the
government ..."
But children
don't lie. And the children have been universally not just friendly, but fascinated, joyful, delightful and warm. I can't
believe that anyone, government leader, teacher or parent, is teaching these kids to hate people from the U.S. It just ain't happening.
Of more concern
to some of us on the delegation is that almost no one seems to be telling the people they are being targeted for a military
attack. Just two people we've met so far have said they worry about such an attack from the United States. It's just not an issue here. A few people have explained that, first
most people are focused on putting food on the table, not on major political issues. And second, this is a people who fought
an eight-year war with Iraq - more than two times longer than U.S. involvement in World War Two. It was a war -- started
by Saddam Hussein with backing from the U.S.
-- that cost the country 500,000 lives; and was fought almost entirely on Iranian soil. Plus, they've survived 28 years of
economic sanctions, and so don't seem particularly afraid of the thought of an attack. Plus, they are a nation of 70 million
people, two thirds of whom are under the age of 35, more than ready to defend their country. So they think Washington would have to be crazy to start another war. Let's hope they are right.
On the other
and, most people seem aware that Muslims and Iranians in particular are getting a bad rap in the U.S., and so they're very
appreciative when we say we are here in part so we can go home and better explain to the U.S. public what Iran is really like.
Got to go
-Yazd shuts down in mid-afternoon so folks can take a break during the hottest
part of the day, but that time is almost up, and we're about to leave for a bazaar. More tomorrow -
And, please,
to all our friends in the anti-war movement: Every time you raise the demand "U.S Out of Iraq,"
please remember to add "And no War on Iran!"
If just some of you will do that, our 12-day, 1,750-mile journey through Iran
will be a success. (drafted by Phil Wilayto with input from all delegation members.) – end –
* The
poverty rate in Iran is officially 18%,
but according to UNICEF 23% of the population live below the poverty line, according to the CIA website 40% live in poverty,
and the World Bank's figure was 32.74% as of 1998. A UNISAP report acknowledged 70% as an absolute figure and 25% as a relative
figure given the country's safety net - meaning most people get the nutriution they need to be healthy, and other assistance
including free education.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
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