Revolution Iran Redux
© 2009
by H.B. Koplowitz
When I was in college in the
1970s,
some Persian friends, and others I interviewed for the
school
newspaper, convinced me the Shah of Iran was bad. They
taught me about
the CIA coup over a democratically elected socialist that
put the Shah
in power in the 1950s, and SAVAK, the ruthless, CIA-trained
security
force that propped up his dictatorship. Somehow it didn't
occur to
them, or me, that if it weren't for the Shah's efforts to
modernize
their country, including student exchange programs, and his
close
relationship with the United States, we wouldn't be having
that
conversation.
From the Iranians I met, admittedly a small sampling, I also
got a
sense of the passion and intensity of the Middle Eastern
personality,
and their penchant for conspiracy theories. Some of my
friends said
they were democrats and others said they were communists,
but none that
I met were Islamic fundamentalists -- the women didn't wear
veils and
the men looked like lounge lizards. In other words, they
tended to
blend in with other American college kids in the '70s, and I
liked
them. But they were very serious about their politics, more
serious
than I was when I was protesting the Vietnam War.
They used many of the same tactics as American protest
movements, and
like the antiwar movement, there were all shades of Shah
haters, from
pacifists to militants. As a former hippie, I was both
sympathetic and
indulgent to their seemingly stuck in the '60s vision of a
utopian
Iran. Eventually I lost touch with my Iranian friends, but I
was
rooting for the Iranian "students" who took to the streets
of Tehran to
demand death to the Shah, right up until the moment in 1979
that they
stormed the U.S. Embassy and took Americans hostage,
bringing down not
only the Shah, but the presidency of Jimmy Carter.
What happened next took me totally by surprise. Some guy I'd
never
heard of, with beady eyes and a turban, swooped out of
France and
turned Iran into a repressive, West-hating, Jew-baiting,
Islamic
"republic," something I couldn't imagine any of my
bar-hopping,
free-thinking, seriously political Iranian college friends
had in mind.
They had been, to use another '60s term, "co-opted."
Big-time.
As they were 30 years ago, Iranians today are whipped up
into a frenzy
of righteous indignation against their government, and as in
1979, it's
unclear who would seize control of the revolution if they
did topple
their supreme leader, or what they would do if they did. In
between
their chants of death to the dictator, it would be
heartening to hear a
few stanzas of "no more nukes." Along with twits and tubes,
martyrs and
riots, how about some peace and freedom folk songs,
stripping of veils
and toking of bongs, along with a constitutional convention
and a bill
of rights? A compact of equality among devout and secular,
clans and
ethnics, men and women.
A few years ago, I was at a fundraiser for a hospital in
Israel, and
many of the tables had been purchased by members of the
large and
prosperous Iranian Jewish community in Los Angeles, many of
whom had
fled their homeland because of the revolution. I happened to
be sitting
next to an older Iranian woman, and trying to make
conversation, I
asked her what life had been like under the Shah. To my
surprise, she
said "not bad."
Drawing on my dim memories of my Iranian college friends, I
told her I
thought there had been a lot of political prisoners and that
SAVAK
spied on everyone.
"SAVAK?" she sniffed, starting to get annoyed with me.
"SAVAK was all
that protected us from the crazy fundamentalists."
Live and learn. Because I remember what happened in 1979 --
and what
happened to the American antiwar movement, for that matter
-- watching
what is going on in Iran today fills me with dread as well
as hope. I
used to think there could be nothing worse than the Shah.
Now I know
it's naive to think there could be nothing worse than an
Islamic
republic.
It's possible Iranians will get their revolution right this
time. But
with half the population under 30, let's hope they don't get
fooled
again.
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