20061229

DOA

Saddam Hussein executed at 6:05 AM Baghdad time, so far Anderson Cooper has been covering it. I haven't really been watching, though I am interested in seeing the images. However, I won't be tonight. You can get instant updates at CNN.com, and you should, because CNN doesn't give you cancer...it gives you happiness and love.
Happiness and love.
I apologize for that, but I am a little wired. Anyway, maybe an update tomorrow when I have had time to watch CNN for long enough to gather some serious information about the repercussions--other than the dancing in what is apparently a very Muslim populated Dearborn, Michigan (who knew Michigan?!)--which I am very curious to see unfold. Until then, hook up CNN, New York Times, and various bloggers and things that I can't link you to or anything because I don't read them....
I'm tired?
Take a Good Hard Look for the Very Last Time

20061228

Apologies for Redundancy

Something's Got to Give
©Rachel C

I think Christmas day was the first time I have ever wanted to get so drunk I wouldn’t think. I don’t know if that holds true. I took a sip of my sister’s wine today, sneaking it in the kitchen after she’d gone to bed, and I can still feel it more than an hour later. The heat, the discomfort—I am not cut out to be a drinker. I can’t handle the loss of control.
Everyday I come home, or walk into a room full of people I haven’t seen all day, I am asked “have you gotten a job yet?” I’m working on it, I reply, to the purposely hurtful question, as if giving my best effort could never be good enough. I can’t help but wonder how hypocritical it all is, for someone to so hurtfully judge me for being back one week and still jobless, while they offer no help in finding me a position. I guess we are on a different level. You see, because none of them have lived one week outside of Oklahoma; none of them have moved their lives to an unfamiliar city; none of them have been forced to leave the only place they’ve ever called home to come back to a place they never wanted. None of them understand, I knew that moving back here. No one has seen me grow the way I have since August. Everyone is expecting the same person when they see me, the same person I was in high school, the same person they want me to be—because, that person makes them feel good, that person makes them feel accomplished, that person makes them feel superior. And I have stopped offering to be that person, so they have stooped to find a new self-satisfaction in my failure.
I can’t help but wonder if they love me for my short comings. I can’t help but wonder if, when I finally succeed, they will acknowledge my talent. I don’t think they want to, it probably makes them feel bad, I don’t think they know how to be proud of anyone but themselves. It’s a misplaced pride, I think. But who am I to judge, I can’t possibly know.
I feel like I have said this, over and over, all of my life dedicated to conveying these truths. I want to overcome this, because it is holding me down. I want to move beyond them, their negativity is bringing out my pessimistic nature. I want to succeed, I want to be happy, and I don’t want to care that, once I have and once I am, they will still treat me like I have nothing to give, I have no social worth, and that I will never be as good as they are.
I know I set high goals for myself, but I also know that I am the only one who can achieve them. That could never be enough for my family, but it must be enough for me.

December 28, 2006
Author's Note: as the subject reads, sorry if this is something similar to what I have said, but I am not writing to be original, I am writing to feel. This is, once again, a continuation. I hope it's all starting to make sense.

Few and Far Between

The Queen of Nothing
©Rachel C

I am the queen of nothing. I don’t even own my own car. Everyone seems to think I owe them something, but I suppose I do, and I can’t run from any of it. Not that I would run, not that I want to, but everyone seems to think I am. My sister told me this was my “out”. At least I had one, she said, at least I had an “out”. I find it difficult to see this as an escape. First and foremost, I did nothing of this to myself, and here I am, the one prepared to do it.
Except, they don’t think I am prepared, they don’t have any faith in me. They never have, who the hell am I kidding assuming they would? They don’t, and they won’t. No matter what I do, I will never been good enough for them; I will never work as hard as them; I will never be anything like them.
I just can’t seem to be anything right for them.
To tell you the truth, I wouldn’t begin to know how. You see, they are proud only of themselves, and they are preying for attention. My mother, everyday, she tells me what a good mother she is, what a good person she is. I hate to break it to her, but a lot of my cynical traits did not, in fact, come from my father. She plays the cards like she is the good cop, my father the bad, and expects me to go along bluffing. But, it takes too to tango; you win the hand without an opponent. She did this as much as he, she is just as bad as he. And I am so tired of her repressing the truth of her own misgivings and mistakes, just so that we will continue to love her, because we all know she thinks if she doesn’t keep reminding us of what an amazing mother we were dealt we’re all victims of our father’s deceptions, and therefore against her.
It’s all bullshit. Pure bullshit. And I like to believe I am the only one in the family, thus far, who is honest, blatant, and real. But, I have been feeding myself lies, bullshit; telling myself that I had changed while I was away; telling myself that four months hadn’t been wasted; telling myself that I was worth something, that I could accomplish something, that I was good. I lied, I lied to myself. I pretended that everything would clear up, that I wouldn’t feel like a failure, that I wouldn’t despise myself for leaving, and that I wouldn’t be miserable knowing I’ll have to start over. All the while, my family will see me that way, all the while my family will mock me for turning around, and they will never accept that I am good, worthy, special. Or that I have anything to offer.
That is all there is to me...useless words piled and pasted to make myself feel strong. But all I am seeing are sentences without meaning, figuring out these words are nothing. And here I remain, still using them senselessly; still dictating to nobody listening. I am the queen of nothing, the tyrant of useless metaphors and analogy. I am the queen of nothing, and I’ve crowned myself.

December 26, 2006
Author's Note: I wrote this on Tuesday, but I was nervous about posting it--scared of what I have said. I am posting it now, for lack of anything on my mind, and because I think it is all part of this thing that has been developing, something I think you've seen in a few of my posts. Maybe I am on track, or maybe I am just ever-the-more between a rock and a very hard place.

Lonely

I have abandoned you.
Okay, I haven't. Its been a busy week.
I want to start a new personal project, something research-like in my own time. I don't know how much of that I will have; I have been very stressed out, lately, and completely cut off from CNN...I am lonely, and confused, and a little heartbroken. Hopefully tomorrow I will get in some Situation Room, and, of course, tonight is my second night of commentary on AnderCandor, so I'll have 360 in me too.
But, other than that, I haven't had a chance to read the paper, and I am in the dark about any recent developments Iran/Iraq/Israel-wise, which is all kinds of depressing. Plus, with Ford's death, all of yesterday's quality television was covering his life--it's not like it should have come as a shock...I mean, he was ninety-three. I'm not discrediting his awesomeness, I am just saying. Anyway, I am hoping to turn that around some how. Manage life, CNN, and things.
So, I want to start researching Islam on a much deeper level than I have. I am speaking religiously and culturally--which is more generally the region than the religion, but nevertheless, the cultural ties to Islam are well worth looking into. And, of course, since I would love for it all to end in a paper--I really would, is that sick?--I will be updating this continuously as things develop. However, I am not promising anything (to myself, basically, because I don't actually think you're reading), but I want it, so it's out there.
What I do know, as of now, as I said to a good friend: the main thing to remember is that, Islam isn't a unified religion. Sure, it preaches unity, but before the mass communication boom in the Seventies, every region and sect had their own particular way of practicing and their own definition of what it is to be Islamic. So, to say that the Islamic world is, firstly a civilization, but secondly a unified front with the same system is to be very misinformed indeed.
And that is all, for now....
All I Want is My CNN.

20061224

A Poem About Destination

The Wife and the Family--The Ghost
©Rachel C

I wish I could accuse you
of being ignorant
of what you’ve done.
But, I know as well
as the last person,
whose heart you left
shattered, that you were
always cognizant
of your actions.

I used to write poetry
of how you amazed me,
everyday a new tactic
to break another’s heart;
yet, I was always so certain
that mine would remain
immune.
Maybe I thought I was
impenetrable—your words
difficult to swallow.
Maybe my heart
was never complete
to begin with.
But I like to think God
would never provide a girl
only pieces to work with.

Nowadays, I think less
of what God gave.

I watch you, as I slowly
pick through the remains
of my life once lived,
and I see you turning
every corner,
pickaxe in hand,
innocent hearts on the mind.
That is how you will remain
in my memory forever:
A lone man in search
of something to make him
immortal—
Something to make him more
than a man.

You are no longer
who I remember
as the man who was my father.
You are no longer
the man I remember
always turning around.
You are forever,
here to for,
just another man—
a name on a list
of people I regret
to mention again.
Just another man
I am working to prove wrong.

You cannot see the repercussions;
it was not love that made them.

December 24, 2006

20061223

It's a Big Girl World Now

Self Conclusion in One Simplified Motion
©Rachel C

My hands are cold. There is no comfort in cold hands, not even though they are your own. I have the inclination to hold them under a hot faucet, but lately the hot water in this house has been lax. I couldn’t say if it is because of the frozen air outside or because the bill hasn’t been paid this month. Whatever the reason, the water isn’t near warm enough, and my hands would only be wet in the end.
I’ve been “home” for a full business week—though I have done nothing businesslike in my stay—and each day I feel more and more stalemated. But, in all fairness, I know I would only feel the same if I were sitting on my bed in Chicago as I feel sitting on my bed here. Stalemate is a hard thing to over-come. In chess, there is no pushing through it. It is the end of the game, there is no where else to go; you are stuck forever. Until you clear the pieces and replace them in their rightful position, all memory of who captured whose queen, who knocked out whose pawn forgotten for a new trial. Imagining a new game in life is more fantastical than when playing a sport, because there is always a next move, it is only hidden from the naked eye until someone suggests clearing the board.
There is that idea—clearing the board. Self conclusion. When I say that you see that next move hidden under the stray pieces, I guess sometimes you don’t. I honestly don’t know that I have ever considered my own end, my true stalemate. It was never the kind of option I wanted to look into—it was always out of the question. What good could dying do? What could death solve? I guess I have never understood the concept of self conclusion; I know people who have...when I tell them there was one single moment, they look at me like I am crazy. Shouldn’t it, fairly, be the other way around?
Yes, there was that small moment, when I thought it was as worse as it could be. But, there was no definition to it, there was no certainty. For a brief moment I considered how I would try, and once the image cross my mind of my own fingers slitting my own wrists, I removed the thought from my mind permanently—maybe my one moment of true self-control and conviction.
Two hours, I have always said, when someone tells me of a friend who has taken their life. Two hours, and everything could have cleared up; or, someone could have heard their plea; or, someone could have given them their worth. Two hours, and the troubles of youth can change—everything can change so fast.
I am no longer a teenager, struggling with the self-depression of high school, or even the temporary depression of uncertainty and divorce. Today I face problems I never expected, today I face a life I have no control over, today I face a future of hard work, early adulthood, maybe even poverty. Today I am a big girl, yesterday I was a child. And the curiosity of death has left my mind. No conclusion of mine could be so extreme. I could never plummet. It is not an option. My wrists are strong and unscarred, my neck free of contusions, my stomach filled only with the necessities of life. My options are surviving these trails, pushing through this stalemate before the board is eternally cleared. My options are only to keep moving pieces until I have succeeded—check mate, Life.
For now, with all pieces still, my hands are cold in my lap as I scan the board for my next move. All I can do is wrap my fingers in scarves until the movement of the game heats them up again.

December 23, 2006
Author's Note: I think I may have something, for the first time in a while...this is a continuation of Sunset Soon Forgotten and Commentary on Torrential Downpours (in that order).

20061222

Back in Draft?

Mr. Bush could be calling for the draft to come back in order to increase the size of the Army. The Selective Service is going to begin a test run to see if a draft could be possible, if they can accurately locate all eligible for a draft. "The public should not be alarmed", says the Service in a press release issued today. However, the questions are being raised.
Many say the draft would only bring temporary, poorly trained soldiers to the war; others that it will allow both rich and poor to undergo the strains of war.
The issue of women in the draft has yet to be brought up.
I can't fathom the American public giving a popular "okay" to the draft being reinstated, and I can't imagine Congress will, especially with the turn over, be too keen on the idea. Not only would they be, if they voted to pass reinstating the draft, opposing the views of their constituents, but supporting an increase in the size of our military by 30,000--all to be sent to Iraq.
I, personally, don't think it is necessary. We haven't required a draft for a war in thirty years, we have always had enough volunteers, and, quite frankly, I still think we do. I don't think there should be a call for more troops to Iraq, the number we have is sufficient. After all, Congress can call back the troops, and they seem to be planning to inevitably. Let's not forget the War Powers Act. I know, thus far, it has been ignored, but I can see a time here in the near future when we might, for once, finally follow the rules.
If I am naive in anyway, please let me know. Thoughts?

IranDecision 2006

December 22, 2006
Results of Elections Reflect Poorly on Ahmadinejad
By NAZILA FATHI
TEHRAN, Dec. 21 — President
Mahmoud Ahmadinejad suffered a major setback with the announcement on Thursday of results in city council elections nationwide. In Tehran, where he was mayor before he was elected president 18 months ago, his allies won only 2 of the 15 seats.
Nationwide, his allies won fewer than 20 percent of the city council seats in the elections, held last Friday.
In the politically influential Tehran council, which commands a large budget, four seats went to reformist politicians and eight to moderate conservatives close to the current mayor, Mohammad Baqer Qalibaf. The winners for those slates included three prominent athletes. An independent candidate also won a seat.
Reformist politicians complained about the vote count, which was controlled by Mr. Ahmadinejad and Mr. Qalibaf. Reformist members of Parliament were barred from monitoring the counting.
But since the elections, some of the most outspoken critics of Mr. Ahmadinejad, a leader whose extreme views have been criticized in the West, have been his former supporters here.
Emad Afrough, a former supporter, said the vote was a rejection of Mr. Ahmadinejad’s “superstitious and populist tendencies,” the news agency ISNA reported.
“People said ‘no’ to a superficial interpretation of justice that cannot tolerate cultural, political and economic aspects of justice and does not respect the rights of citizens,” Mr. Afrough was quoted as saying, referring to the crackdown on civil liberties by Mr. Ahmadinejad.

Jon Stewart's Commentary:
http://www.comedycentral.com/sitewide/media_player/play.jhtml?itemId=79915

As far as I can see, it seems to me that all of Ahmadinejad's controversy was essentially to piss off the U.S. and Israel. During the Anderson Cooper interview, he spun around Anderson's questions so well that all anyone could have been thinking afterward was "wow", and something along the lines of, "he's a little crazy".
Now, I don't know too much about the situation, or about Iran. I do know that during the summer, the major controversy was that Ahmadinejad was claiming their nuclear ambitions and attempts had all been monitored by the appropriate international organization, whereas there was no proof of that. Add to that the "death-to-Israel" attitude of Mr. Ahmadinejad, and you have yourself a conflict between Super Power Number One and Mr. Iran.
All I can say is, it doesn't seem so much that we, or any Western nation, are the only ones against the Iranian president. If his own country is voting against him, maybe he should take the hint. I have always said extremism isn't the answer. Live life in moderation.
Democracy Inaction

Nuclear Ambitions Met with Maritime Strength?

Naval carrier on the move, deployed earlier than planned to the gulf coast.
Most likely, the carrier will not be used. Many are saying the deployment of this ship is simply to send a message to Iran.
Talk of Iran, and speculation of a war brewing between the Persian country and Israel. Israel could be likely to attack Iran, in an effort to thwart it's nuclear ambitions. If war breaks out between the two nations, the United States will find itself expecting to step in.

20061221

A New Surge Forward?

Update:
Gates eats breakfast with soldiers, they agree with the call for more troops.
Critics say a surge would cause more casualties, others that it will be ever-the-more detrimental to the Iraqi government and police forces.
Commanders are contradicting lower-ranking troops, who were present at the breakfast with Gates.
Maybe it is understandable from the viewpoint of a lowly soldier, knowing what they are doing every day, the difficult jobs they face. Maybe this is why they see a need for more troops?
Gate's may be planning a step outside of the Green Zone closer to the weekend. Where he will be going cannot, at this time, be disclosed.
...whatever the prospective may be, the debate is far from ending.
Thoughts?

20061220

To Send More Troops? That IS the Question....

Seventy-six more bodies found in Baghdad today, the largest number since the spring. It is obvious that Baghdad is the “Ground Zero” for sectarian violence—what happened to the civil war?
President Bush said today that be believes the U.S. “can win the war” in Iraq, if he didn’t think that we could win, he said, our troops would not be over there. He is calling for a permanent increase in the size of both the Army and the Marine Corps, asking three-day-old Secretary of Defense to “get back to him” on how to go about that. He is also suggesting a temporary surge of troops to Baghdad. However, the military isn’t trained to handle the violence or the policing necessary in the Iraqi capital, and many are saying it would result in more U.S. casualties.
Shiite leaders, the Prime Minister of Iraq included, are saying the Iraqi police forces should be enough, and trained well, to take control of the city, essentially taking this “Ground Zero of violence” out of U.S. hands. However, Sunni leaders, including the Vice President, are saying the Iraqi police forces cannot be trusted and more U.S. troops are needed to keep control of the growing violence.
The Iraqi forces, trained by U.S. soldiers, are mostly Shiite; and the Sunni population in and outside of Baghdad is increasing nervous of their ability to hold the city. The distrust between the two sects is ever growing, and insurgent violence is on the rise.
The new Secretary of Defense arrived in Baghdad on his third day in office today, essentially looking into whether the city needs a surge of troops, or if a withdrawal can begin. Back in Washington, the Democrats, who will shortly be taking over Congress, are conflicted on a time table to begin troop withdrawal. More and more, the Bush administration seems to be shifting toward supplying Iraq with a greater number of U.S. forces. But, at this point, all the American public is being promised is a new strategy come this January.



Now, what do I think? Well, I couldn't possibly tell you.
I haven't had the chance to do more than skim the ISG Report--apparently Rummy and myself are on the same page--and it is currently in transit from Chicago to Oklahoma. However, this shouldn't stop me from having an opinion.
I think I am ready for this war to be over. Which, knowing me, is almost strange.
When I was little, learning about WWII and Vietnam, I always thought it would be interesting to grow up while the country was at war. Of course, I never actually thought it would happen. And, when it did, it wasn't at all what I had thought it would be. There is a lack in the patriotism found in WWII, and we're missing the element of Vietnam that was truly entertaining--the hippies. No, quite instead, this war is super crappy. I never expected it to turn sour, but, then again, when it began nearly four years ago, I was a freshman in high school, still certain I believed what my parents did, still unsure of exactly why we were going to war. At the time, being as naive as I was, I thought it was all related to September 11, but, I was wrong.
I fear I have missed something, somewhere in my development, because of the divorce coming right when I would have otherwise been enthralled with the news. However, personal problems distracted me from my growing love of CNN, international politics, and the Middle East...and that love didn't awaken until early 2005. I literally lost two years of the war, and analyzing it as I developed my political and social ideologies, and for that I am sad. I think, maybe, if I had been cognizant of such things, instead of so concretely concentrated on the state of my mother, I would have gotten more out of the war as a political correspondent. But, I can't say that parts of it didn't reach me. Thanks to an overzealous Democratic government and Civil War teacher--and football/basketball coach--parts of the war, and his increasing disdain, did reach my ears. But, unfortunately, my brain couldn't comprehend. And now, when I can, and when all I really want to do is study the politics of conflict and war in the region of Southwest Asia, more and more I am tired of Iraq. More and more I am tired of seeing death counts, names of soldiers lost to IEDs; I am tired of crying every time I sit down to watch This Week in War, which--despite it's anchor, icky John Roberts--should be my favorite show CNN has to offer. I am tired of this war, and I fear, if they do decide to elevate the troop count once more, I will lose someone close to me. Someone who's name I recognize, and whose face I know, will be part of a slide-show of soldiers lost to another roadside bomb. If that is ever the case, I know I will be part of the masses, part of the growing mob, that is calling for this war to end, and for our soldiers to come home.
But for now, I am still fascinated by the idea of living in a country at war, and part of me likes to know that there will always be something in the paper for me to be interested in. But, for the rest of me, I think it's time we give this war a rest. After all, the war we went to fight is the war we have abandoned. Maybe it is time we start concentrating on our first objective. Maybe it is time we remember Afghanistan. Maybe it is time to leave Iraq to itself, and if civil war ensues...maybe it was meant to be.
If to Sleep is to Dream....

Ice Breakers

Commentary on Torrential Downpours
©Rachel C

It has been raining since I woke up yesterday. My flight was delayed until nearly nine Monday evening, and I didn’t arrive in Tulsa until close to eleven. I hadn’t slept well the night before. In fact, I hadn’t been sleeping well for a long while, and I probably didn’t get to bed until past midnight.
I woke up yesterday morning much later than I would have liked. It was more the afternoon than the morning, but still early. All of my clothes are piled into suitcases and bags, none of them clean, except the skirts. But, I didn’t start my laundry yesterday morning. I wanted to relax for the first time in months, so I left the clothes in their bags. It wouldn’t matter if they were clean, I figured, I have no where to go. And, I have no way of getting there. But, for me, it is more enjoyable to sit and, as I haven’t in so many months, think simply about nothing but the rain.
Last night it stormed, as I was trying to sleep, it poured. And this morning, as my sister was leaving for school, it fell so hard against the roof it sounded almost like ice. And now, with the streets flooded, the yards gathering ground water, it sprinkles as I carry the first load to the washing machine. I guess I’ll start my new life—or, to be more accurate, my “start-over”—by cleaning all of my clothes; rinsing away the scents of the streets and city smells; washing my hands of Chicago.
Maybe there is, after all, a reason for the downpour—other than, of course, to warn me of ensuing downfalls.

December 20, 2006
Author's Note: This is kind of a continuation of "Sunset Soon Forgotten". I guess, part of the same thought process. And, naturally, a chronological continuation as well.

20061219

Not My Home

Sunset Soon Forgotten
©Rachel C

I feel like, at this point, maybe I should start being objective. That’s what my friend did when she learned her father had cancer. Shortly before his surgery, she stopped being herself for a few days and just looked at the world objectively. I always say I want to do that, and, somehow that is also what I want to write. I want to be able to sit at the train station and watch the sunrise and talk about how I am doing exactly that. I don’t really know how to explain it, I guess...maybe I am writing for all the wrong reasons. Maybe that is why I cannot be objective—or, maybe I was never meant to be.
I have seen both the sunrise and the sunset from inside the terminals at O’Hare Airport in Chicago. The first time it was while waiting to fly home for Thanksgiving, the second, to fly home for good. Somehow, I think, the sunset brought a kind of closure to the order that I wasn’t expecting, and that I was wishing I had. I don’t know if it is because I am bad at closure, or if it is because nothing has truly ended, but this second move (the move back) has seemed eerily indecisive, and conclusive without conclusion. Or, maybe it is just because no one really said goodbye. But, maybe it wasn’t appropriate.
My friend, as she hugged me at the El station, having helped me roll the last traces of my possessions across the street, said that she would see me “soon.” I replied, “I hope so”; but I know I will not. And she knows I will not. But, it is worth dreaming about.
Erin was the first I said a final goodbye to, and, excluding the friend who helped me to the El, the only. She left on Friday, at some point in the early afternoon. She knocked, and I answered. She seemed sad, which was surprisingly good to see, and she hugged me. The night before I had encountered a very small field mouse under my refrigerator; Erin lived down the hall, and I ran to her door after I saw him scurry back under the cover of the fridge. She laughed, how could I be afraid of a tiny mouse? I wasn’t afraid, I protested. I was shocked—jumpy—surprised that he had made an appearance at all. She decidedly named him Hans, after much deliberation of his gender, and many jokes ensued. Hans became the “International Mouse of Mystery”, with mice-girls all across Europe. We seem to have vivid imaginations. We found that in common, Erin and I.
She brought me over the rest of her food. I hadn’t properly eaten in a while, so she brought me what she could. (I realize now I’ve left the egg nog in the refrigerator.) I actually left a peanut for Hans, despite my reluctance to see him again. And she came, sometime on Friday, to say goodbye before she boarded her train home. I met Erin in my math class. Another thing we found in common, which of course was our loath for math. And there was our love of political humor, and our moderate backgrounds. She and I spoke well, easily, and we understood each other. Both of us with an innate passion for the written word, both of us an interest in discussing it; and, both of us must be sad to see me go.
I lied before, when I said Erin was the only to say goodbye after the friend who helped me to the El. There was Michelle. Saturday night, after Erin’s food had run dry, along with my throat for lack of drinking water, Michelle practically forced me on a train toward her house. She made me dinner, which was something I hadn’t really had in a while, and she washed some of my clothes. She gave me a place to sleep, and I gave her someone to take care of.
She and I met in my English class. I was writing my paper on globalization and the violent resistance in the Middle East; she wanted to write hers on cultural synthesis (it actually ended up being about South America). We found common ground in our interest with the region, mine being passionate and new, her’s being studied and certain. The day I told her about my troubles, we decided to go for coffee—I needed to tell someone. She told me, later, in a note on the inside of a Christmas card, that she had prayed the night before for someone she could bring Christ to. I can’t say for sure if that is what she has done, but something has been left with me.
Sunday night, when we parted, she hugged me, asking if I had everything taken care of. I told her yes, I had it under control, I was cool; but, I lied. She watched me walk away from behind the glass door. I carried a plate of food she’d put in my hand as I wandered back toward my room. There was a police car, driving along the sidewalks, keeping an eye on the campus over the holiday break. I thought, no wonder the sidewalks are so wide. I thought he would ask for my ID, but he turned near Lincoln Hall, and I kept walking. Later, brought to tears with stress and anxiety, I remembered what Michelle said in her card. I couldn’t deny that she’d given me something, and I was grateful.
Sunday night wasn’t easy. It was full of disastrous confusion and difficulty. I didn’t have enough room for everything, and ended up having to leave some things behind. I was nervous, and I couldn’t keep my stomach still. I spent the night in my roommate’s abandoned bed, having packed all I could, and all the while I felt sick and strained. I felt like I could do no more, but as if I could never stop.
The plans were made weeks before, and I had thought we would all make them work. I don’t know if I was the one in the wrong or if it was someone else, but nothing happened the way I expected. I never enjoy when things go awry. Our plan was for Nicolette to take the train into Chicago, and meet me to help with my bags. We were going to say goodbye at the airport, the classic tear-filled so-long at the gate. But, she decided sometime this morning that it would be better to never say goodbye than to spend the time on the train alone. I don’t know that I blame her, but I can say that I feel a little empty.
Ashley baked me cookies, but I never got to eat them. She was going to meet us at the station, ride along to say goodbye. She couldn’t get a ride. She never said goodbye.
Early this afternoon, after checking out from my room, and turning in my key, I called Jill in desperation. Maybe to stop myself from sobbing, mostly to hear the voice of someone I trusted. She drove from her house to where I was sitting, at the time unsure if I would make the trip to O’Hare alone. She sat with me, talked with me, she took some of my things so that my bags would be lighter. I met Jill by making a joke about my brother’s attempt at suicide nearly a year before. She wasn’t sure to laugh, but I told her it was all right. Sure, I said, it was scary the night he tried, but the next morning we all just knew he was stupid, and he knew it too. The next class, she sat next to me. I can’t say how many classes went by before I finally told her to look me up, or she I, but it was a sort of promise.
I cannot explain Jill, she is impossible to classify, as I often consider myself. What I can say is that no one has truly understood me, without me ever having to say a word, like Jill does. She and I are on the same level, I like to say; she and I are the same. Maybe not exactly, but to the point where it doesn’t matter one way or the other. We’re devoted to keeping it that way. I don’t know if the distance will affect our relationship, but I pray that it doesn’t. I don’t think I have the will to give it up. I guess I am all-for long-term relationships.
Jill walked me to the El, pulling behind her one of my bags. She left me there, at the turnstile, where she had to turn around and walk back to her car alone. She hugged me, I resisted tears, and she mumbled “see you soon”. “I hope so,” I replied, but both of us know our hopes are false. Both of us know it will not be soon.I caught the train, and since then, it has been only myself. I am not terribly upset that I was alone today at the airport, or that those friends never gave a firm goodbye, but I do wish I didn’t feel so empty looking back on the day. Maybe my pleas for closure are useless, or maybe closure is just what I need, and something I don’t think I’ll be getting anywhere but the sunset.

December 18, 2006
Author's Note: I feel like this is mildly raw, which I am not used to. The way I sat down and wrote it, and the way it came about is not like me, or my style, at all; but, I feel like it works somehow. Maybe I am wrong. I couldn't tell you, at this point.

Just In

Cease-fire to go into effect in Gaza.
...skeptical if it will hold.
Update: Story on Anderson Cooper 360
Parts of the City are quiet, but the cease fire hasn't completely held.
It sparked between Hamas and Fatah, which is calling for new elections. Hamas, being in control of the government, is obviously not.
Shooting erupted Tuesday, during the school lunch hour. Civilians and children carrying school bags ran for cover.

20061218

Iran Votes 2006

Something interesting in the way of Ahmadinejad. Posted below, or you can read it here: http://www.nytimes.com/aponline/world/AP-Iran-Elections.html?_r=1&oref=slogin
December 18, 2006
Ahmadinejad Opponents Leading Elections
By THE ASSOCIATED PRESS
Filed at 10:55 a.m. ET
TEHRAN, Iran (AP) -- Opponents of hardline President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad took an early lead in key races in Iran's local elections, according to partial results announced Monday, with moderate conservatives winning control of councils across the country.
If the final results hold -- especially in the bellwether capital, Tehran -- it will be an embarrassment to Ahmadinejad, whose anti-Israeli rhetoric and unyielding position on Iran's nuclear program have provoked condemnation in the West and moves toward sanctions at the U.N. Security Council.
The incomplete results announced by the Interior Ministry suggested that the winners were mostly moderate conservatives opposed to the hardline president, rather than reformists.
However, reformists, who want to bring a measure of liberalism to Iranian society and improve the country's relationship with the West, were quick to proclaim victory.
''Early results show that Mr. Ahmadinejad's list has suffered a decisive defeat nationwide,'' the Islamic Iran Participation Front, the largest reformist party, said in a statement. ''It is a big 'no' to the government's authoritarian and inefficient methods.''
The pro-reformist newspaper Etemad-e-Melli said in an editorial: ''The most important message of Friday's vote was that the people have chosen moderation and rejected extremism.''
A freelance Iranian journalist of reformist sympathies, Iraj Jamshidi, described the vote as ''a blow to Ahmadinejad,'' who was elected in June 2005.
''After a year, Iranians have seen the consequences of the extremist policies employed by Ahmadinejad. Now, they have said a big 'no' to him,'' said Jamshidi.
In the key race for Tehran, candidates supporting Mayor Mohammed Bagher Qalibaf, a moderate conservative opposed to the president, had taken the lead.
The Interior Ministry said only about 500,000 votes had been counted so far in Tehran, about 20 percent of the expected turnout. Final results, however, were released from all municipal districts outside the capital.
In the southern historical city of Shiraz, as well as in the provincial capitals of Rasht, northern Iran, and Bandar Abbas, southern Iran, not one pro-Ahmadinejad candidate won a seat on the city council.
The partial results indicated, separately, that reformers might be making a partial comeback, after having been suppressed in the parliamentary elections of 2004 when many of their best candidates were barred from running.
In the elections for the Assembly of Experts, a conservative body of 86 senior clerics that monitors Iran's supreme leader and chooses his successor, opponents of the president also appeared to have done well.
Former President Hashemi Rafsanjani, who lost to Ahmadinejad in the 2005 presidential election runoff, drew the most votes of any Tehran candidate to win a seat on the Assembly of Experts.
By contrast, an ally of the president, Ayatollah Mohammad Taqi Mesbah Yazdi, won an assembly seat with a low vote total. Yazdi is regarded as Ahmadinejad's spiritual mentor.
Hasan Rowhani, who was Iran's top nuclear negotiator under former President Mohammad Khatami, was also elected to the assembly. Ahmadinejad has repeatedly accused Rowhani of being too soft in negotiations with the Europeans.
Turnout overall was more than 60 percent -- substantially higher than that of the 2002 local elections when turnout was about 50 percent, and marginally above that of the presidential elections last year when turnout was 59 percent.
Government officials have so far given no comment on the partial results. They were quick, however, to praise the turnout, saying it would send a strong message to the West that Iran is a democracy.
A political analyst, Mostafa Mirzaeian, said Iran's political lineup was changing in favor of more moderate voices -- although he stressed those winning were still within the ruling Islamic establishment.
''Results also show that a new coalition has developed between reformers and moderate conservatives, at the expense of hard-line extremists who support Ahmadinejad,'' he said.
More than 233,000 candidates ran for more than 113,000 council seats in cities, towns and villages across the vast nation on Friday. Local councils elect city mayors and approve community budgets and planning projects.
All municipal council candidates, including some 5,000 women, were vetted by parliamentary committees dominated by hard-liners. The committees disqualified about 10,000 nominees, according to reports in Iranian newspapers.

With the Windows Down

Message in a Bottle
©Rachel C

I sit, and I wait
for colors and fragments
of light to submerge into
the ocean water, blue with
envy of the sky.

I'll send an SOS to the world.

Stranded upon vacant shore
of soft, dust sand; feeling the
particles of change and
migration shift between my toes.
And on occasion the drifting
water caresses the parts of
my body lying bare on the sand,
reaching up onto my thighs
and down around my calves.

I'll send an SOS to the world.

A bottle drifts, solemn and
bobbing between the surface
and underwater blues. As
the water seeps between my
toes, and the sand sticks to
my burning skin, I pray
with tiny words escaping my
parched lips.

I hope that someone gets my
message in a bottle.

February 19, 2005

Obviously, inspired by the song by The Police.
This is Guiding You Home

20061216

Great Scott!

I wrote this earlier today--shortly before I lost internet access for hours. It's kind of just...interesting.

I actually have been mildly afraid to go ahead and make this post. You may understand...see, the government has something it likes to call the Military Commissions Act. Basically, and I am sure you already know this, it gives the executive office full discretionary rights to imprison and detain any person considered to be a belligerent, whether they're U.S. or foreign citizens. And they can torture them and hold them indefinitely, without having to tell them why, or hold a trial, or offer the chance for appeal. Anyway, I just really don't want those fantastic bloggers they have all over nowadays to catch on that...I kinda like Ahmadinejad...seriously.
Now, don't get me wrong, please. He is so crazy. It's fantastic. He is the best president ever to have been elected to a Middle Eastern, and, maybe even better, a Persian country. And, you know what really makes me happy? He is part of the Islamic political party--which pretty much puts Islam in the center of governmental decisions. And, for me, this is exactly what Islam doesn't need...but, that's another story, and I want to get into that one later....Anyway, Ahmadinejad, why do I love him so?
A.) He is probably the best spinner I have seen in all of my years as a political observant. If anyone missed the interview this summer Anderson Cooper got with Ahmadinejad, you know what I am talking about. He can turn around anything, which is admirable--politically.
B.) He's super crazy. If you didn't think he was crazy when he was spinning questions and lying about his nuclear program, you didn't know crazy. Now, after his little convention, I think he tops the Big List O' Crazy.
Now, the statement attempted with the convention--which was to deny the Holocaust ever happened--was to stop Israel from using the Holocaust as an excuse to exploit the Palestinians and other Arab nations in the area. Now, how the Israel government is using it as an excuse escapes me, but I do see what is happening in Gaza, and I do not see a viable excuse there. However, the statement that was made, was a little more anti-Semitic. Which is all very controversial.
So, crazy, anti-Semitic Ahmadinejad is well on his controversial way to convincing the American government he is going to start World War III.
He is, indeed, my favorite president. Not just for his very interesting name--it's very fun to say--but, because he is crazy, and crazy sparks controversy, and controversy is news. Damn good news. And I like news.
I know none of this was really what I want to achieve on this blog, but, it was certainly something I want to talk about here. It's all part of the introduction.
...p.s. I love Jews. Almost as much as Ahmadinejad seems to hate them....
Also, I had a fantastic comment, but, it was sadly deleted. For the best, I presume.
Do We Have to Go Back to the Future?
Also, I am seriously fascinated with what is going on with Saudi Arabia...oooh, I need to get up to speed. It turns out that, having a roommate who completely represses your love for CNN is very detrimental to your knowledge of current events. Luckily, she's in Mississippi, and I go back to Oklahoma on Monday.
That is all.
Welcome to the Future....

20061213

When You're Older

I wear my passions on my sleeve. I will probably need to work on covering those passions when I become a full-time journalist, but right now, I am really kind of upfront. Some people say this is what is good about me, I am hoping they aren't incorrect. ;)
Because I am so forward, most everyone knows about my particular political passions. Those being, of course, my insane interest in the Middle East. I'm freaky, I like war. No, no, not to see people die. If we could fight without killing anyone, well, I would be happy. Having some sort of like for war is bitter sweet. You should never, as a decent human being, get excited that Israel has gone to war with a Arab nation. But, then again, how could you not? The news pouring in from the countries in strife, reporters catching flights to stand in the desert, Kevlar clad and dirty. And there is always something fascinating in the New York Times, everyday there is something new to read. This is why I love war. I'm sick--a sick kid. But, I don't enjoy the murder, I don't enjoy the casualties, I enjoy the politics. (And, I'll be honest now, I do not like military histories. Do not recommend a book about past military expeditions...I don't care. Unless it's a book about Middle Eastern military history...I might be able to make an exception there.)
It's not just war. Seriously...it's not. I'm generally fascinated with the region. The culture, the religion, the people. Society and politics. It's a very productive obsession.
I am not entirely positive why I am saying all of this...I suppose to let it be known were my interests lie, and what I would like to be commentating on. I think that is probably important. Although, I am liable to comment on anything....
Anyway, this post was basically to outline why I care. Haha.
Also...can anyone guess my favorite Middle Eastern country?
I really need some more readers....
...seriously.
We're Only Taking Turns Holding This World

20061211

These Legs Were Made to Stand

Hello there, this fine--though, here in Chicago, it's chilly and rainy--afternoon. I have yet to build up my confidence enough to write some political commentary, which is sad for everyone. However, my confidence in my other writing abilities isn't so lack-luster. I have said recently in my LiveJournal--my personal blog, if you will--that I am bad at being poor. This is true, I can't budget myself for shit. I have never had to, to be fair, I've always been able to buy what I've needed, even while my mother whined about spending the money. But, nowadays, that is getting less and less true, and I am becoming more and more concerned with my own abilities to survive. Basically, I think I'm going to run myself into the ground, because I'm a bad saver and an even worse budget-buyer. This really isn't your problem--I know what you're thinking--but, I am going to make it your problem by making it a professional problem. Do you see where I am going with this?
I have been writing poetry for about five years now--since September 11, 2001. The first few years I wasn't any good, but I have worked hard to develop myself as a poet, and I think I have managed to birth a few decent pieces. That being said, as well as my declaration of difficulties being poor, I think it's time I try to publish.
I have said this a few times, "I am going to publish this year", but I think it really is time it happened. I need to make a name for myself, I need to take the steps toward professionalism, and I need the extra cash.
So, without much more ado...I am going to post five or so pieces that I think are moderately worthy of publishing. All I want from you is to read these pieces and comment. Tell me where I need work, tell me what I should submit, tell me how I am doing, just tell me generally what you think.
I'll say thank you now, and you can decide if you are worthy.
The poetry follows in no particular order, other than alphabetical.

Listening
©RachelC

You have nothing to say.
You stand above me,
you watch as I move
and as I smile at the things
I believe only we will get;
but you never smile
and that's all I ever wanted.

I don't think about other things.
I don't wonder about global
warming, or the tilt of the axis,
or how gravity keeps us all

down. Below the horizon,
that's where my mind wanders,
and I like to believe yours is
there, among the deep-thinkers.
That's what we are, but you
don't confirm it, as you watch
the traffic pass by and sip
your coffee, soy and no cream.

You have nothing to say, and
I can't stop talking; about my
hair, or the way my clothes rest
on my hips. And I smile at those
things I believe only we get.
The way the stars move, the
way a bird feeds her chicks,
the way drivers always honk
when they think someone is

listening; I'm listening. I'm
waiting to hear you speak.

March 2, 2005


Moments with China
©RachelC

She’s really very lovely,
sipping tea that’s turned red
with the color of flavoring.
Yet no one responds, to the quiet
motions of her lips, over the edge
of the cup, over the liquid, hot
and bitter, and bland
like the water beneath the bag.

She has a smile, with steam
accenting the curves of her lips,
rising from the basin of the china.
And yellowed teeth seem whitened
under tainted lips—
traces and droplets left standing
‘til they’re chilled.

She is really very calming, to
a man who wanders aimlessly past
the porch on which she sits—
he’s headed, perhaps, home,
to his wife and to his children,
but seems himself lost in
the precipice of stairs
leading to her station.

He himself is a man of high
quality, a man who values much
greater things than moments with china.
Yet, he wanders within himself,
the way a man would if he were
lonely.

And here he finds her, lovely,
a door of freedom, on a wooden
porch, a chance for himself
to escape. She is, in fact, that lovely,
to allow a man to imagine her
as if he could marry her the way
she is as he first finds her. Lovely,
alone, pondering the flavoring
of a particular cup of tea.

May 1, 2006


(The) Dematerializing (of) Bonnie
©RachelC

She catches her hair in a brush every
morning, and watches strands she’ll miss
float to her feet, where they may hang
for the rest of the day, not letting go yet.
She’ll pick them off, one by one, and watch them drift
away to catch on to someone else, be drug along
to see sights they were never meant to see,
and hear things she would have never said.

She keeps her lips closed throughout the day,
never speaking unless asked, avoiding eye
contact with pretty faces, pretty mouths
saying words she’s heard in movies, and once
from my father. She imagines they go home and
see their parents fighting, beating, screaming, and
crying, but they sit with their families at dinner tables,
study, read, play with little brothers.
From the way they speak, shouldn’t someone be
hurting them? From the way they yell,
shouldn’t someone be yelling back?

The world has engulfed its morals around material
items, and Bonnie has too. She still relies on childhood
fantasies, that family is always what it appears on
the outside looking in, but I’ve realized that family
is not the street we live on, the car we drive, the home
we reside, and all the quiet girls, who do well in school,
who are obedient and respectful, and who never
say more than what is seemingly appropriate,
are always the broken ones.

January 17, 2006

Toes
©RachelC

I envelop myself in sand
and I hope it could swallow me,
but I can’t dig deep enough
and the suffocation is stifled.
I can see my toes above the surface
wiggling with spasm to release
themselves from the weight
I’ve taken on.

And when I pull myself from the
grasp of beach and tide, my toes
remain uncovered, unblemished,
unadorned with the grains that seep
into the crevices of my body
and weaken my breath.

It is they who carry me
to the bathhouse to find a
shower. It is they who take me
to the wardrobe where I dress.
It is they who create my movement
and force me forward with inch-steps,
twitches, convincing me with wiggles
that I should continue further.

I miss the sand some days,
the feeling of my toes above the surface;
for when I stand upright
the weight of all my burdens
falls to my toes.

May 12, 2005


Wailing Wall
©RachelC

Tutor my steps and varying motions
as I walk down the hall where
you lived for three years, sleeping
outside my door, and crying out
in the night for some reassurance—
rescuing from the daily catastrophe.
With wood and wall between us I
stood, a failure to your needs.

Tutor my lips as I use them to speak,
you can’t stay here any longer, and
I can’t imagine them when you’re gone.
You crawled to my couch, rested
your head on my pillows, and sang
lullabies to someone who already
slept, just two feet away, plywood
and plaster between ears and your voice.

Tutor my disapproving tongue, though
it never argues anymore. It rests against
my palate and forfeits to sweet words, sticky
with affection, creamy with embrace, flowing
between my lips, over taste and smell, and
deep inside my chest to breathe in, breathe

out. I crawl between your sheets, I settle
upon your body, still stiff from hardwood
floors and matted carpet. I carry inside me
everything you left from before, from again.
I carry inside me and hope for the chance
to throw it back, before my floors become
your bedspread, before my approach
becomes your moment to teach me why to
wail again.

August 13, 2005


And that is that....
We Won't Need Legs to Stand

20061208

Recycled Air

The Bathing
January 9, 2005

With unsurity marking the vast number of thoughts breeching my mind, I locked the door and began to fill the sink. The warm waters flowing as an effervescent cord of comfort gave no reassurance. I felt dirty; and I did not quite know what I would soon do in the in pleasant waters of the sink below.
I took my glasses, a reminder that I was plagued with imperfection and the sadness of my eyes behind them, and laid them down out of water’s reach; and then I unfolded my hair from the top of my head, allowing the dirt-ridden locks to fall to my shoulders. I held a strand in my hand, feeling the slick texture and felt as if I had sunk deeper into the dirt. Slowly, lowering my head as I did the strand in my fingers, I submerged the limp tress into the clear, warm water.
It floated liberally, creating wavy lines of underwater elegance. I dunked my hands, cupped to imprison the easily escapable liquid between my fingers, and raised it to my hairline, letting it drench the glossy roots. The tap still ran, and I began to pull the water straight from the faucet, pressing it to my head in determination. If I could wash the roots of the problem, I would be clean.
As the sink became unbearingly full I shut the tap off and submerged the top of my head into the small pool. I was mesmerized by the flow and wave of each wisp. The light caught the hidden red strands as they fluttered and caught tiny bubbles to their tails. How abundant the color seemed so close, captured in the reflections of light on the water’s surface: luscious auburn in the imaginary current. And I imagined it was realistic, and that it was natural; but I knew how easily the touches of tiny beauty could be covered in the dirt of a day. And, oh, how I longed that I should let it flow so free with the buoyancy water gives. But I felt sickened by the reality of unsurity in my mind and extracted the weary locks from their mermaid adventure.
All color and elegance was lost in the wetness, separated from its watery domain.


Looking back, after spending the evening engrossed in conversation with someone who, surprisingly, gets me, I realize that everything I have ever said, everything I have ever thought, and everything I have ever written is all coming together at once. It seems that all these previous endeavors—projects undertaken with the false hope of completion—and, to a degree, all prior cognizance, are culminating in this one moment to become something greater than the individual pieces; something greater than myself. It seems to me that I have been writing, dreaming, scheming, creating this all in my head from the moment I was born. And now, since reaching a point of maturity that allows me the concentration and determination to complete all previous projects, all those little narratives, all those little moments of personal literary genius are coming to form the story of my life. Little bits and pieces, I’ve found, since thinking them, or putting them on paper, have stuck inevitably with me (in my heart, almost), all to be put to work again in a collaboration of sorts.
My example is the piece I have pasted above: “The Bathing”. I found it was refreshing for me to dunk my head in a sink of cool water, and intriguing to watch the hair float so elegantly, like it never would out-of-water. I still find this to be true today. When thinking of how to deal with current situations, and when imagining how to relieve future frustrations, I often imagine myself, head submerged in the sink. I do not know if I have always considered this a release, or if it came about around the time I wrote this piece, but, ever since that day—the ninth of January—I have remembered it is a very soothing way to cleanse oneself, and should be appropriately preformed in the future. Especially when feeling abnormally dirty.
And today, while looking back at how I have spent the last few years in almost out-of-body narrative, I realize that, as I come around to finally writing my story, all of these little literary moments will make it into my ultimate prose. Maybe it is true I have been writing this all along, or maybe I am just now realizing how clearly I remember those feelings. Thus, I am relating one instance with another, and stringing my life together as more than just a series of moments interesting enough to be written down.


©Rachel C
I'm Feeling Green

20061207

First Year Senior

As I might have said in the introductory post to this blog, this is not only a political forum. It is also a forum for all of my professional endeavors. It is a place for me to develop my career as a writer, a political commentator, and a journalist. That being said, I have some poetry for you.

Author's note: first poetry I've written in a little while, I ask that you not judge too harshly. Hahaha. It's really not my best, but I felt I should post it anyway...because I like posting. It makes me feel smart, or something like it.

Gray Days
©Rachel C

I used to dream only about gray days—
Days when the rain would pour
straight from the low-hanging clouds;
Days where I could stand alone
in the torrent of the downpour
and dream about kissing you.
I used to dream about winters
that would last, cold and gray, forever.
So that we could have the evenings
all to ourselves, and we could cuddle;
held tight in front of the fire, the sound
of a televised war
mingling with the flame cackles.
And you would feed me the sweetest
coffee I had ever known; and I
would tell you that I loved you.
I used to dream about only loving—
spending all my time in thought
about you. And, even in the days
of immense distraction,
I would never grow tired of being in love.
And now, on gray days, when I stand
alone, my thoughts all turn to
missing you. I never figured,
out of all my make believes,
I would live one where I thrive
without you.
And now, when I dream, it is
only of yellow rain, speckled
with sunlight, and glazed and glowing clouds;
and I know, when I walked away,
I took my love, and all
my gray days stayed with you.

20061205

Nothing About Knickers

If you don't know the History of Oil, you should watch this:
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7374585792978336967&q=robert+newman%27s+history+of+oil&hl=en
Commentary, ideas, let me know. This isn't just a one-sided blog, folks. This is an open discussion. Join me, if you will.
To the Nth Degree

20061204

Sweet Justice

Global Movements: Resistance, Islam, and Variations on Globalization
©Rachel C

Globalization is an ever growing force in the world today. Whether it is simply the growth and spread of ideas, or the opposition to globalization, political policy and the media seem to be concentrating on its effects more and more.
Globalization comes in many shapes and forms, from cultural synthesis to the spread of technologies. It is fueled by the desire of those in power to bring greater technology, educational services, and freer markets to their countries as they increase their global economic power. However, globalization has taken on a one-sided appearance, and is heavily weighted by influence from the West. Countries such as the United States, Great Britain, and many other powerful nations have a strong hold on the organizations in the forefront of the globalized movement. These countries, with the power of veto and international wealth, have their foot in the door to accept greater privileges and to, if they so please, take advantage of smaller, weaker countries in need of aid and support. Thus, globalization, by standard definition, has become a mass movement of Western modernization and political power that places strong pressure on countries it wishes to bring into the modern, free market world.
With the intense pressure placed on many Third World countries, there is a growing number of protests against this particular form of globalization. These protests range the globe, but the more highly publicized seem to be the demonstrations originating in Southeast Asia and North Africa, or the Middle East. These campaigns are often violent, and increasingly political, and are designed to preserve traditional Islamic and Arab values in society as well as in government organizations. The groups coordinating these movements are working to keep Islam in day-to-day government as well as to keep Western influence out of the minds of their citizens. Sometimes these parties are governmentally based, attempting to keep strongholds over entire nations, but more often than not, they are growing militant groups who endeavor to control the hearts and minds of the populace in an effort to rise up and overtake the standing administration. It is these organizations that are making head-way in the battle against Western globalization, and it is these organizations that will cause a major shift in the political and technological movements changing the world.
Of course, to understand these organizations, one must look at the origins of resistance, as well as question the standing characterization of globalization. One must look at globalization by definition, by current movements of resistance as well as of modernity, and by the rise of global movements in an effort to combat other global movements.
To begin, globalization my be defined—in order to understand the movement, one must define the movement. Noam Chomsky, in a recent interview conducted by Danilo Mandic, described globalization simply as “international integration”. Organizations such as the World Social Forum are examples of globalization at the human level—essentially, bringing people from every continent together in one forum who have “somewhat common concerns and interests”—that is globalization, he says (Mandic 1). There is nothing innately corrupt in this definition of globalization. The bringing together of peoples from all walks of life and all parts of the globe is generally seen as a good thing. But, when many discuss “globalization”, they are not discussing it on the basis that it is a “good thing;” because the movement many are referring to is not exactly “globalization” at all, at least not by this definition.
“The term has come to be used in recent years as a kind of technical term which doesn’t refer to globalization, but refers to a very specific form of international economic integration...namely based on the priority given to investor rights, not rights of people” (Mandic 1). This is how Chomsky describes what is typically understood as “globalization”. It is only called globalization because the people who are in control, the world powers, are in the position to impose their terms. An example is the former Soviet Union having the power to call Czechoslovakia and Hungary “People’s Democracies”, when in fact they were not democracies at all. The people who control the world economy have enough power to distort the term to fit their highly specific and tremendously doctrinal position. Chomsky uses NAFTA, the North American Free Trade Agreement, as a paradigm. This agreement is not an exemplar of globalization; it is an illustration of protectionism. The only reason this agreement went into effect was because of the consensus behind it. Powerful and elite, the agreement had the support of the corporate world and the full support of the media. Thus, NAFTA was passed and put into effect, despite the majority of North American opposition (citizens from the United States, Canada, and Mexico).
Chomsky is not the only one who sees that the best known form of “globalization” is really a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Naomi Klein, who contributed to A Movement of Movements: Is Another World Really Possible, described the reigning form of globalization as “McGovernment”. McGovernment is a “happy meal of cutting taxes, privatizing services, liberalizing regulations, busting unions...to remove anything standing in the way of the market” (Mertes 226). It is a force controlled by the most powerful, and sits largely on the belief that, if governments “let the free market roll”, right through their barriers, the “trickle down” theory will burst to life, driving everything else to fall into orderly place and all problems thusly solved (Mertes 226). So, it is not a global movement at all—in the sense that all communities of the globe are together in enforcing it—and is instead an imposition of ideas from elite, super power nations onto weak Third World countries in economic disaster.
If this is indeed the case, then it is relatively easy to understand why there is so much resistance to globalization. As Chomsky says, “the people who are opposed to their version of globalization aren’t opposed to globalization” (Mandic 2). Those people are instead calling for another form of globalization, instead of this “McGovernment”, super power controlled movement. People are looking for movements that will better prioritize rights of people, of future generations, even of the environment, as opposed to prioritizing the rights of those with concentrated wealth and power (Mandic 2). Movements calling for these forms of globalization are rising up all across the globe in what is a world movement against McGovernment globalization. However, there is no proof that the coinciding resistances are purposely aligned.
Naomi Klein does not believe that these movements are deliberately connected. She says, in A Movement of Movements, that these protests, and their protesters, happened into the global arena at the same time. It was, in effect, one very large coincidence: When protests like Seattle caught the camera lens of the global media, other protests across the world where suddenly eyes open to how broad the coalition had become. Various groups began their campaigns individually based on their own disputes concerning their treatment, and from there found a connection to larger movements working toward a similar cause, if through a different medium. Thus, global resistance movements are connected by their core objective, resistance to lopsided globalization, though each movement is working for a different cause.
One of these movements, and probably the most outstanding in the media and in the eyes of Americans and their government, is the resistance to globalization in the Middle East. The force of globalization on this region, often referred to as the MENA (the Middle East and Northern Africa), is much like a pressure cooker. Clement M. Henry, in his paper “Tensions Between Development and Globalization in the Middle East”, says developing nations are no longer viewed as “planes about to take off”, but as caught in this “global pressure cooker”, with developed nations bullying them to modernize (1). He says the Arab, Persian, and African countries of the MENA are doubly pressured because they must exist between regional forces of Arab nationalism and political Islam as well as manage the challenges of globalization.
Henry’s theory is supported in an article by Barry Rubin, “Globalization and the Middle East: Part One”, which was published to YaleGlobal Online, wherein Rubin outlines the rhyme and reason for such a strong resistance by the MENA. He says the region so desperately opposes globalization because of the little European, and Western, penetration in the region prior to the past few decades. He says that, though intersecting with the McGovernment and the “concentrated power” definitions of globalization, the most prevalent definition is a form of Westernized globalization, fueled by the spread of Western technologies, culture, and political ideals. Thus, globalization is confused with Westernization, which conflicts and contradicts Islam and Arab customs and law.
To understand further the conflict between Westernized globalization and the MENA, one must understand the aspects that work to separate the West from the MENA culturally and idealistically. There is a natural disparity between the Middle East and the West. Part of that conflict of opinion is indeed the lack of past Western influence. Certainly there has been some, but, quite unlike many of the world’s other emerging markets and powers, the amount of Western infiltration is unusually insignificant.
A principal aspect of this segregation is the religious differences between the two regions. The MENA is overwhelmingly Islamic, and Christianity—the religion most strongly associated with the West—has remained marginal throughout the region (Rubin 3). Islam has its own set of rules; it retains a claim to hegemony and sees itself as far separated from the global consensus. This religion maintains a claim to the proper order of society through specific law, which is not only preformed in the lives of devout Muslims through the reading of the Koran, but is also incorporated with law executed by the national governments of the region. The size and cohesion of the Islamic community builds a cultural, and now governmental, wall against many institutions of globalization, which are seen as threats to cultural traditions and instigators of cultural synthesis.
Part of this Islamic culture that reigns in the MENA is language. Arabic is the proclaimed language of Islam, and is spoken in every MENA country—excluding Iran, whose primary language is Farsi. The region is thus unified under one language, a language that is very unique and is not derived from European languages. Because the languages of globalization are primarily European in origin, there is a barrier between globalizing communities and the large and culturally powerful Arabic community.
A central aspect of the MENA cultural and social personality is the popular belief that, instead of becoming largely Westernized, the world should succumb to their way of life—rather than adapting to the world, the world should adapt to the Middle East. This is largely supported by many Arab nationalists, Islamists, and a hefty blend of the two who believe that they are still destined to emerge as a dominant region in the world (Rubin 4).
However, much of the region seems to have a severe inferiority complex. The MENA feels increasingly vulnerable and there is a sense of being left behind. They believe that any compromise will bring total absorption of Western ideals and doubt their ability to survive cultural synthesis because they fear that the emerging global system might be superior to theirs. Thus, they reject the entirety of globalization, which is usually accepted in other cultures and regions on the compromise that they keep their traditions, but just get to “add new features” thanks to modern technology and broader economic development brought by the West (Rubin 4).
“As a result of these and other factors, the basic elements of globalization are seen as more alien in the Middle East than elsewhere and are thus far more likely to be seen as hostile” (Rubin 3). Thus, the Middle East is rising up against globalization in a violent and political wave to keep what they have the way it has been for centuries. The MENA sees globalization as succumbing to the West, and, ultimately, as giving up everything that makes the region unique. If the Middle East compromises, there is a chance they as if they are giving in to something that completely contradicts their culture, traditions, religion, and social way of life.
As mentioned earlier, Islamic law has found its way into government institutions in much of the MENA. Government has an inevitable effect on how globalized the MENA community can ever become, because the region has managed a feat no Western government has. With the acceptance of modernization, European governments lost their autocratic regimes to democracy, whereas in the MENA, totalitarian regimes have managed to survive decades of modernization. Somehow, the Middle East has learned to keep their dictatorships alive and mobilize mass support of those governmental regimes (Rubin 4).
Mass espousal from MENA constituents is typically achieved by the harnessed power of demagoguery. To create a pervasive system which is used to sway the public into sustaining their governments, MENA officials convince citizens that anti-globalization is the only way of defending the Arab nation and Islam. They also incorporate anti-American and anti-Israel sentiments, which play to the populace’s patriotism. They present change as dangerous and compromise as surrender and are thus able to keep the support of their own people all the while discouraging them from supporting certain elements of globalization: democracy, free enterprise, civil and human rights. If allowed, those ideals could seep into the minds of the populace and cause an increased opposition to the current rulers which could lead to coup and the overthrow of those in power.
Continuing a tradition of repression, the MENA further suppresses those demanding democracy, free enterprise, and civil liberties by keeping the business class weak by the state’s domination of the economy and the intellectuals under the thumb of the state. They do this by maintaining middle class dependency on the state for its patronage or direct employment. Intellectuals are employed for state-controlled enterprises and are made the bearers of the state’s ideology. This process not only restricts citizens under these regimes, but also, through keeping state-control on the economy, sacrifices efficiency and wealth, all for power (Rubin 4).
Although MENA governments have a tight jurisdiction over their economies, they employ aspects of modernization which further tighten controls. Television and radio, as well as CDs and cassettes, are effective in carrying Islamist ideological lectures as well as popular forms of media. Satellite television, most notably al-Jazeera in Qatar, has been fervently cooperative to spread extremist doctrine (Rubin 5).
Benjamin R. Barber, in his book Jihad vs. McWorld, describes the inability to have neither Jihad nor McWorld without the other. In one instance, he declares that Jihad is the child of McWorld, because there could not possibly be culture “without the commercial producers who market it and the information and communication systems that make it known” (155). He goes on to say that Muslims can find information over the internet just as easily as modern Christian fundamentalists can access religious forums. Without McWorld, or, essentially, the aspects of modernization such as technologies and markets, Jihad, or the rebellion against modernization, could not exist. Thus, it seems the forces of globalization are working in the MENA to help the region combat globalization and its controversial aspects.
“There is just no way for these movements to be anti-globalization,” says Noam Chomsky, “they are perfect instances of globalization” (Mandic 1). Indeed, the forces rising against McGovernment, or globalization by concentrated powers, or Westernization, are moving in mass as a global movement themselves. They cannot, in this sense, be anti-globalization if they are a global community. The MENA is a fantastic example of globalization against globalization in the Jihadist movement, which is not only meant as a counter to Western globalization, but is also meant as the spread of Islam through the globe. As Frank Griffel, in his article for YaleGlobal Online, “Globalization and the Middle East: Part Two”, says:
"Islamic fundamentalism has been, in fact, strengthened by globalization. In the Middle East it is one of its driving forces. Muslim fundamentalism movements are benefiting from the increase in the flow of information, speed of communication, and mobility more than any other political movements in the region. Their vision of a globalized society, however, is quite different from the pleasure-seeking, profit-driven western lifestyle that is being promoted by the globalization that we focus upon the most. The Islamists’ ideal of a globalized society is the network-connection of all 'real' Muslims and their organizations in order to promote their definition of Islam, and what they view as 'Islamic'" (1).
With the attacks of September 11, 2001, al-Qaeda conveyed a message to its sympathizers, as well as its opponents, of the effectiveness of a globalized jihad (Griffel 2). The question derived from this, then, is whether it makes sense for a globalized movement or organization to fight globalization? Of course, when considering that globalization does not just mean Westernization, and is not just the implementation of ideas from wealthy and powerful minds, it is easy to see that other regions may seek their own forms of globalization. Indeed, as it was mentioned earlier, many of the protesters of McGovernment are simply looking for other forms of globalization.
Islam is just another group seeking a secondary form of globalization. Thanks to the movement of technologies and communications, along with Western aspects, Islamic and Arabic cultural characteristics have spread. At one point, each country—even each region of each country—of the MENA had its own, custom way of practicing Islam. However, because of an increase in exchange between MENA countries, as well as other regions around the globe, aspects of one practice can reach another through books, websites, or television programs. This trade leads to an increase in a particular type of Islam, unifying many countries and Muslims under the same practices. The widespread use of Arabic aides in the process of spreading Islam as well; adding to unity under one language, the traditional Islamic teachings promote a strong sense of unity and uniformity. Advances in transportation have supplied thousands of pilgrims with the means to perform the annual hajj to Mecca, increasing travel to the region.
However, the most important consequence of the globalization of the Islamic world “was the creation of a standard understanding for what the words ‘Islam’ and ‘Islamic’ mean” (Griffel 3). Before, what was considered “Islamic” in a society was decided on a local, regional, or national level. Each country, and essentially, each Muslim, was given the opportunity to decide for themselves how they would interpret the Islamic message. Yet, with the increase in conservative groups within the Islamist movement, this individuality has been exchanged for a more unified identity. Now local traditions are less relevant and are being replaced with a version of standards that appears to be a mix of Wahhabism and Islamic fundamentalism (Griffel 3).
Essentially, the Islamic movement, and its rebellion toward Westernized globalization, is not necessarily meant as a resistance, but is fundamentally MENA’s own version of globalization. Certainly the predominant idea of globalization is that of Chomsky and Klein’s definition, something along the lines of concentrated McGovernment wealth and power implementing its standards on the rest of the globe all for more international control. But, this type of globalization is only one form, and cannot overshadow the other types emerging as dominant in the globalized movement. If Barber’s McWorld, or Klein’s McGovernment, stay strong, the battles between Westernization and Islam fundamentalism will grow ever more violent and ever more enthusiastic. There must be a medium, found between the two. A compromise where both can exist. That, however, seems impossible; but, if nothing can be done, there is no hope for this society as it exists today.

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Plan of Action

Final Paper: Resistance and Global Jihad
- Introduction
- Body
A.) To begin, there must first be a definition of globalization—in order to understand the movement, one must define the movement. Noam Chomsky, in a recent interview conducted by Danilo Mandic, described globalization simply as “international integration”. Organizations such as the World Social Forum are examples of globalization at the human level. Essentially, bringing people from every continent together in one forum that have “somewhat common concerns and interests”. That is globalization, he says. There is nothing innately corrupt in this definition of globalization. The bringing together of peoples from all walks of life and all parts of the globe is generally seen as a good thing. But, when many discuss “globalization”, they are not discussing it on the bases that it is a “good thing”. The reason is that the globalization many are referring to is not exactly “globalization” at all, at least not by this definition.
“The term has come to be used in recent years as a kind of technical term which doesn’t refer to globalization, but refers to a very specific form of international economic integration...namely based on the priority given to investor rights, not rights of people.” This is how Chomsky describes what is being called globalization. It is only called globalization because the people who are in control, the world powers, are in the position to impose their terms. An example is the former Soviet Union having the power to call Czechoslovakia and Hungary “People’s Democracies”, when in fact they were not democracies at all. The people who control the world economy have enough power to distort the term to fit their highly specific and tremendously doctrinal position. Chomsky uses NAFTA, the North American Free Trade Agreement, as an example. This agreement isn’t an example of globalization; it is an example of protectionism. The only reason this agreement went into affect was because of the consensus behind it. Powerful and elite, the consensus had the support of the corporate world and the full support of the media. Thus, NAFTA was passed and put into effect, despite the majority of North American opposition (citizens from the United States, Canada, and Mexico).
Chomsky is not the only one who sees that the prominent form of “globalization” is really a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Naomi Klein, who contributed to A Movement of Movements: Is Another World Really Possible, described the reining form of globalization as “McGovernment”. McGovernment is a “happy meal of cutting taxes, privatizing services, liberalizing regulations, busting unions...to remove anything standing in the way of the market” (226). It is a force controlled by the most powerful, and sits largely on the belief that, if governments “let the free market roll”, right through their barriers, the “trickle down” theory will burst to life, driving everything else to fall into orderly place and all problems thusly solved.
So, it is not a global movement at all—in the sense that all communities of the globe are together in enforcing it—and is instead an imposition of ideas from elite, super power nations onto weak Third World countries in economic disaster.
B.) If this is indeed the case, than it is relatively easy to understand why there is so much resistance to globalization. As Chomsky says, “the people who are opposed to their version of globalization aren’t opposed to globalization.” These people are instead calling for another form of globalization, instead of this “McGovernment”, super power controlled movement. People are looking for movements that will better prioritize rights of people, of future generations, even of the environment as opposed to prioritizing the rights of those with concentrated wealth and power. Movements calling for these forms of globalization are rising up all across the globe in what is being seen as a world movement against McGovernment globalization. However, there is no proof that the coinciding resistances are aligned purposely.
Naomi Klein does not believe at all that these movements are connected deliberately. She says, in A Movement of Movements, that these protests, and their protesters, just came into the global arena at the same time. It worked as one very large coincidence, where when protests like Seattle caught the camera lens of the global media, other protests across the world where suddenly eyes open to how broad the coalition had become. People began their campaigns individually based on their own disputes with the way their governments or employers were treating them, and from there found a connection to larger movements working toward a similar cause, if not through a different medium. Thus, global resistance movements are connected on the basis of resistance to lopsided globalization, though each movement is working for a different cause.
C.) One of these movements, and probably the most prominent in the media and in the eyes of Americans and their government, is the resistance of globalization in the Middle East. The force of globalization on this region, often referred to as the MENA (the Middle East and Northern Africa), is somewhat like a pressure cooker. Clement M. Henry, in his paper “Tensions Between Development and Globalization in the Middle East”, says Third World nations are no longer viewed as “planes about to take off”, but as caught in this “global pressure cooker”, bullying them to modernize (1). He says the Arab, and Persian, countries of the MENA feel the pressure twice as much because they must exist between regional forces of Arab nationalism and political Islam as well as manage the challenges of globalization.
This theory is supported in an article by Barry Rubin, “Globalization and the Middle East: Part One”, which was published to YaleGlobal Online. In this article, Rubin outlines the rhyme and reason for such a strong resistance by the MENA. He says the region is so desperately against globalization because of the little European, and Western, penetration to the region before the past few decades. He says that, though coinciding with the McGovernment and the “concentrated power” definitions of globalization, the form that is predominant is a form of Westernized globalization, fueled by the spread of Western technologies, culture, and political ideals. Thus, globalization is confused with Westernization, which conflicts and contradicts Islam and Arab customs and law.
To understand further the conflict between Westernized globalization and the MENA, one must understand the aspects which work to separate the two regions culturally and idealistically. There is a natural segregation between the Middle East and the West. Part of that disconnection is indeed the lack of past Western influence. Certainly there has been some—that which is harnessed and used in the repression of globalization—but, quite unlike many of the World’s other emerging markets and powers, the amount of Western infiltration is severely minor.
A principal aspect of this segregation is the religious differences between the two regions. The MENA is overwhelmingly Islamic, whereas Christianity—the religion most strongly associated with the West—has remained marginal throughout the region (Rubin 3). Islam has its own set of rules; it retains a claim to hegemony and sees itself as far separated from the global consensus. This religion maintains a claim to the proper order of society through specific law, which is not only implemented in the lives of devout Muslims through the reading of the Koran, but is also incorporated with law executed by the national governments of the region. The size and cohesion of the Islamic community builds a cultural, and now governmental, wall against many institutions of globalization, which are seen to threaten cultural traditions and weaken nations with cultural synthesis.
Part of this Islamic culture that reigns the MENA is language. Arabic is the proclaimed language of Islam, and is spoken in every MENA country—excluded Iran, which is primarily Persian. The region is thus unified under one language, a language that is very unique and is not derived from European languages. Because the languages of globalization are primarily European in origin, there is a barrier between globalizing communities, and the large and culturally powerful Arabic community.
A main aspect of the MENA cultural and social personality is the popular belief that, instead of become largely Westernize, the world should succumb to their way of life—rather than adapting to the world, the world should adapt to the Middle East. This is largely supported by many Arab nationalists, Islamists, and a hefty blend of the two believe that they are still destined to emerge as a dominant region in the world.
However, they seem to have a severe inferiority complex. The region feels increasingly vulnerable. Much like a child held back in first grade, the MENA has a sense of being left behind. They believe that any compromise will bring total absorption of Western ideals and doubt their ability to survive cultural synthesis because they fear that the emerging global system might be superior to theirs. Thus, they reject the entirety of globalization, which is usually accepted in other cultures and regions on the compromise that they keep their traditions, but just get to “add new features” thanks to modern technology and broader economic development brought by the West.
“As a result of these and other factors, the basic elements of globalization are seen as more alien in the Middle East than elsewhere and are thus far more likely to be seen as hostile” (Rubin 3). The Middle East is rising up against globalization in a violent and political wave to keep what they have the way it has been for centuries. The MENA sees globalization as succumbing to the West, and, ultimately, as giving up everything that makes the region unique. If the Middle East compromises, they will feel as if they are giving in to something that completely contradicts their culture, traditions, religion, and social way of life.
D.) As mentioned earlier, Islamic law has found its way into government offices in much of the MENA. Government has a major affect on how globalized the MENA community can ever become, because the region has managed a feat no Western government has. With the acceptance of modernization, European governments lost their autocratic regimes to democracy, whereas in the MENA, totalitarian regimes have managed to survive decades of modernization. Somehow, the Middle East has learned to keep their dictatorships alive and mobilize mass support of those governmental regimes (Rubin 4).
Mass espousal from MENA constituents is mainly achieved by the harnessed power of demagoguery. To create a supportive and pervasive system which is used to sway the public into sustaining their governments, MENA officials convince citizens that anti-globalization is the only way of defending the Arab nation and Islam. (They also incorporate anti-American and anti-Israel sentiments, which play to the populace’s patriotism.) They present change as dangerous and compromise as surrender and are thus able to keep the support of their own people all the while discouraging them from supporting certain elements of globalization: democracy, free enterprise, civil and human rights. If they allowed those ideals to seep into the minds of the populace, there would be increased opposition to the current rulers and could even rise to the point of coup and the overthrow of those in power.
Continuing a tradition of repression, the MENA is able to further repress those demanding democracy, free enterprise, and civil liberties by keeping the business class weak by the state’s domination of the economy and the intellectuals under the thumb of the state. They do this by maintaining middle class dependency on the state for its patronage or direct employment. Intellectuals are employed for state-controlled enterprises and are made the bearers of the state’s ideology. This process not only restricts citizens under these regimes, but also, through keeping state-control on the economy, sacrifices efficiency and wealth, all for power (Rubin 4).
Although MENA governments have a taut jurisdiction over their economies, they employ aspects of modernization to further tighten controls. Television and radio, as well as CDs and cassettes, are effective in carrying Islamist ideological lectures as well as popular forms of media. Satellite television, most notably al-Jazira in Qatar, has been fervently operational to spread extremist doctrine (Rubin 5).
Benjamin R. Barber, in his book Jihad vs. McWorld, describes the inability to have neither Jihad or McWorld without the other. In one instance, he declares that Jihad is the child of McWorld, because there could not possibly be culture “without the commercial producers who market it and the information and communication systems that make it known” (155). He goes on to say that Muslims can find information over the Internet just as easily as modern Christian fundamentalists can access religion forums. Without McWorld, or, essentially, the aspects of modernization such as technologies and markets, Jihad, or the rebellion against modernization, could not exist.
Thus, it seems the forces of globalization are working in the MENA to help the region combat globalization and its controversial aspects.
E.) “There is just no way for these movements to be anti-globalization,” says Noam Chomsky, “they are perfect instances of globalization” (1). Indeed, the forces rising against McGovernment, or globalization by concentrated powers, or Westernization, are moving in mass as a global movement themselves. They cannot, in this sense, be anti-globalization if they are a global community. The MENA is a fantastic example of globalization against globalization in the Jihadist movement, which is not only meant as a counter to Western globalization, but is also meant as the spread of Islam through the globe. As Frank Griffel, in his article for YaleGlobal Online, “Globalization and the Middle East: Part Two”, says:
"Islamic fundamentalism has been, in fact, strengthened by globalization. In the Middle East it is one of its driving forces. Muslim fundamentalism movements are benefiting from the increase in the flow of information, speed of communication, and mobility more than any other political movements in the region. Their vision of a globalized society, however, is quite different from the pleasure-seeking, profit-driven western lifestyle that is being promoted by the globalization that we focus upon the most. The Islamists’ ideal of a globalized society is the network-connection of all 'real' Muslims and their organizations in order to promote their definition of Islam, and what they view as 'Islamic'" (1).
With the attacks of September 11, 2001, al-Qaeda conveyed a message to its sympathizers, as well as its opponents, of the effectiveness of a globalized jihad (Griffel 2). The question derived from this, then, is whether it makes sense for a globalized movement or organization to fight globalization? Of course, when considering that globalization does not just mean Westernization, or is not just the implementation of ideas from wealthy and powerful minds, it is easy to see that other regions may seek their own forms of globalization. Indeed, as it was mentioned earlier, many of the protesters of McGovernment are simply looking for other forms of globalization.
Islam is just another group seeking a secondary form of globalization. Thanks to the movement of technologies and communications, along with Western aspects, Islamic and Arabic cultural characteristics have spread. At one point, each country—even each region of each country—of the MENA had its own, custom way of practicing Islam. However, because of an increase in exchange between MENA countries, as well as other regions around the globe, aspects from one practice can reach another through books, websites, or television programs. This trade leads to an increase in a particular type of Islam, unifying many countries and Muslims under the same practices. The widespread use of Arabic aided in the process of spreading Islam as well; add to unity under one language, the traditional Islamic teachings promote a strong sense of unity and uniformity. Advances in transportation have also led to an increase in the number of annual pilgrims to the region performing the hajj to Mecca.
However, the most important consequence of the globalization of the Islamic world “was the creation of a standard understanding for what the words ‘Islam’ and ‘Islamic’ mean” (Griffel 3). Before, what was considered “Islamic” in a society was decided on a local, regional, or national level. Each country, and essentially, each Muslim, was given the opportunity to decide for themselves how they would interpret the Islamic message. Yet, with the increase in conservative groups within the Islamist movement, this individuality has been exchanged for a more unified identity. Now local traditions are less relevant and are being replaced with a version of standards that appears to be a mix of Wahhabism and Islamic fundamentalism (Griffel 3).
- Conclusion
Essentially, the Islamic movement, and its rebellion toward Westernized globalization, isn’t meant as a resistance, but is fundamentally MENA’s own version of globalization. Certainly the predominant idea of globalization is that of Chomsky and Klein’s definition, something along the lines of concentrated McGovernment wealth and power implementing its standards on the rest of the globe all for more international control. But, this type of globalization is only one form, and cannot overshadow the other types emerging as dominant in the globalized movement. If Barber’s McWorld, or Klein’s McGovernment, stay strong, the battles between Westernization and Islam fundamentalism will grow ever more violent and ever more enthusiastic. There must be a medium, found between the two. A compromise where both can subsist. That, however, seems impossible; but, if nothing can be done, there is no hope for this society as it exists today.
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