Thursday, December 02, 2021

Life Without Borders

“Not so different.” 

That is the way to describe any of our lives in the end. But the specific details differ at some moments and so do our perceptions of each other’s lives.

For months I have been serving as the English-language outlet for the voice of a young writer trapped in Afghanistan. To date, I have published 18 of what I’ve variously described as letters from — or conversations with — him. (Soon we will be collecting all of them into a more accessible form.)

As for the specific details, his life must seem quite different from the lives of my readers. He is a member of the Hazara minority, which has long been despised and discriminated against by the dominant groups in Afghanistan, particularly the Pashtuns, who make up the bulk of the Taliban now in control of his country.

Most Hazara are Shia, not Sunni Moslems, whereas the Pashtuns are overwhelmingly Sunni. The internal Islamic conflict is similar to the Catholic-Protestant conflict of centuries past.

Over the years that the Taliban built up and finally seized control of the country, they recruited alienated members of other ethnic groups, especially the Tajiks, Uzbeks and Turkmen to join their ranks. 

But the Hazara stubbornly remained resistant to Taliban control.

Therefore, since late August when the Taliban seized power in Kabul, life has been especially difficult for the Hazaras. Some have been summarily executed by Taliban fighters now in control of the roads and checkpoints simply for being Hazara, or for being openly critical of Taliban rule.

Many others live in fear of suffering a similar fate if they venture out or speak their minds.

No single group currently lives under that kind of blatant threat in the U.S., although the widespread racism, homophobia, misogamy, anti-Semitism, anti-Islam and other hateful ideologies just below the surface of American society require our constant vigilance lest they burst out into the open again at any point.

Here at least anyone can speak his or her mind, for now.

But my Afghan friend also is educated, thoughtful and skeptical of organized religion, centralized power, capitalism — all of the major forces that shape our lives here and around the world.

The majority of humanity lives under the control of despotic rulers — not democratically elected leaders — though few are subject to as harsh extremes as the Hazards face from the Taliban.

So those of us in the (relatively) free world need to remember how despotism can rise and overwhelm the peaceful, thoughtful, skeptical, educated minority by exploiting the ignorance, prejudice, fear and misperceptions of the masses — overseas but here as well.

The would-be despots among us would have you believe that our differences in age, race, gender, religion or lack thereof, class, occupation, status, orientation, belief system, education, location, appearance matter — that they are threats.

But we are not all that different, really. The great majority of people want peace and freedom and to live with dignity. 

And it is never too late to remember that.

THURSDAY HEADLINES:

THURSDAY’s LYRICS

“The Blues Man”

By Hank Williams Jr.

Best Version: George Jones & Dolly Parton

I'm just a singer, a natural-born guitar ringer

Kind of a clinger to sad old songs

I'm not a walk-behinder, I'm a new note finder

But my name's a reminder of a blues man that's already gone

So I started drinkin', took things that messed up my thinkin'

I was sure sinkin', when you came along

I was alone in the hot lights, not too much left in sight

But she changed all that one night, when she sang me this song

Hey baby, I love you

Hey baby, I need you

Hey baby, you ain't got to prove to me you're some kind of macho man

You've wasted so much of your life running through the dark nights

Let me shine some love light down on the blues man

I got so sick from speedin', all the stuff they said I wasn't needin'

If I was to keep pleasin', all of my fans

I got cuffed on dirt roads, I got sued over no-shows

But she came and took all that old load, down off this blues man

Hey baby, I love you too

Hey baby, I need you

Hey baby, I do get tired of this travelin' band

I'm 30 years old now, nights would be cold now

If you hadn't stuck it out with this blues man

I'm 30 years old now, nights sure would be cold now

If you hadn't hung around with this blues man 

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