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two morning sessions of conference before nadia and jeanette and friends have their session. i actually start going to one of the sessions, on Lebanon. but i don’t make it through the first paper, time to escape again. there’s not much time though, and so it happens that i jump on one of these Old Town Trolleys that stop in front of the hotel and do a tour of the city. many places that i visisted yesterday, but also the harbor and Charlestown (US Constitution, Bunker Hill,..). heroic “cradle of liberty” stories alternated with trivia of various kinds.<\/p>\n

i share the trolley with what on first sight seems a model hollywood family. very blond. and very loud – the woman has one of these high pitched voices that is difficult on the human ear. they display a great interest in what the driver\/guide tells us, encourage the children to take it in and comment what a shame it is that this history is not taught in school in this country – the reason why their kids attend a Christian school, so that they would know about the history and values that found this country. at almost every stop the trolley makes they check with the driver if there is a McDonalds close by, despite him assuring them he would let them know.<\/p>\n

it began with the driver making an allusion to me in relation to a piece of his narrative taking place in Europe. we had been talking before the family got on the trolley and he had wanted to know where i was from. the woman’s attention got fixed on me – where was i from, what was i doing in Boston. a conference, i reply, in middle eastern studies. in a split second i see her adopting a particular determined and complacent posture.
\n– “well sarah you must understand that when we go there, it is to spread the democracy and freedom that we have to places that don’t have it.”
\ni couldn’t think of an appropriate respons, baffled as i was, and it just somehow came out:
\n– “well it isn’t really working, is it… it seems that this country is good in making a big mess of many people’s lives.”
\n– “but you have to understand it is with the best of intentions. sometimes it’s difficult over there, you can’t always predict how things go. but you must keep confidence that good intentions will win in the end. that’s what built up this country.”<\/p>\n

with every sentence we trap ourselves in continuing the conversation. soon we’re on the topic of the greatness and superiority of the U.S., “the best nation on earth” as she puts it. i challenge her. for some reason we get into education – i remember feeling i wanted to move on to health care – and i’m pulling together the evidence of how classist (no, don’t worry, i’ve learned, i didn’t actually use the word) it is. from all the things i list, she picks out the tuition fees.
\n– “but do you know why we have such high tuition fees? because we have all these international students coming here.”
\nwith a nice and open and smiling face. i have a moment of just shaking my head which apparently she takes as a sign to continue:
\n– “and why do we have all the foreigners coming here? because our education is the best. everybody in the whole world knows it, and everybody wants it. they all want to get education in America.”<\/p>\n

this conversation deterioriates at an amazing speed. some minutes later (in which we came back from standards of education, like levels of illiteracy, to the war in Iraq) i tell her i don’t want to have this conversation. yet the determination doesn’t suffice to break it off immediately. “okay,” she responds, “but take your time to discover our country and ask any American and he would tell you the same.” “how funny that you should mention that,” i reply, “as i just come from this conference with more than 2000 Americans and i can assure you their views are very different from yours. and given that they are actually informed about the Middle East, those views make much more sense than yours.”<\/p>\n

sigh, another senseless conversation (10 more of these and i might start sounding like juan cole…). i’m actually saved by McDonalds, priorities are priorities, satisfied by some nuggets of independence history it is time for big burgers. from the corner of my eye i see the woman scribbling busily. before she gets off the trolley, she gives me a card – “please take this. i’ll pray for you.”<\/p>\n

curiosity wins, as usual. (fieldwork material, as nadia says) the card reads:<\/p>\n

We are believers in the faith that was the foundation of this most accomplished (for our age) nation on the planet. Our bravery, generosity and true love for all peoples has benefitted every nation on earth. God bless you.<\/em><\/p>\n

they are from Riverside, California.<\/p>\n

~~~<\/center>when i get back to the Marriott it is time to pack and check out. in the elevator a conference participant is talking in arabic on her cell phone, but she loses reception. she seems distressed. she turns to us and asks who was assassinated? we haven’t heard anything. she insists, yes, somebody was killed, in Beirut. while entering the room i tell nadia to put on CNN, cause somebody was killed… nadia is packing in front of television – Pierre Gemayel, she responds. trouble.
~~~<\/center>the session of nadia and friends is a fine one, that doesn’t get the context it deserves: scheduled in the very last slot of the conference means little audience, and the questions go off in strange directions (but here i should shut up cause i had a question, which moreover the friends liked, when i put it to them afterwards, but i didn’t ask it during the session…) a last drink in the lobby, and time to get ourselves back to New York.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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