RE: tolerance

In regards the article below

There have been countless times over the last four years that I have wondered if I wouldn't be better off living as an expat in some European country with socialized medical care and a realist's view of climate change. Articles like this make me grateful to live in the United States, and I am glad to be reminded of it.

In my high school no one was allowed to wear headcoverings. This was an issue of security, something about gang affiliations and bandanas/ hats from years before. However exceptions were made for observant students. I recall at least one student wearing a hijab. In college there was at least one, probably more, though of course in college you could wear pretty much whatever you wanted as long as it met legal requirements for being seen in public.

I wonder how people hope to foster understanding and a sense of belonging if they are constantly trying to oppress others' rights to express themselves, whether through speech or religious adherence? When I lived in Israel my then boyfriend asked me why I wore long skirts. He said that only observant Jewish women wore long skirts. I responded that I enjoy wearing long skirts, and if people choose to label me based on my appearance, that is their decision. I did not stop wearing the clothing that I enjoyed simply because of the way I would be perceived.

I can't help but recall that it was Nazis who imposed appearance restrictions on their minority groups. That their lesser ethnic groups were mandated to wear identifying badges, that observant Jewish men's beards were cut.

I think that the idea of limiting an individual's right to free expression because it makes her difficult to understand, or causes a distraction is patently absurd. They don't bar lawyers with thick accents from practicing law or teaching. If someone (anyone) wears clothing that distracts people, whether it is a niqab, hijab, kippah, shtreimel, habit or saffron robes it should be an opportunity to teach understanding and education.

Of course members of minority groups grow weary of constantly being assailed as a "representative". I have encountered this as a Jewish person, and I can only assume that someone who dresses in a manner specific to their culture is even more of a target than I am. No one should have to leave their home every morning prepared with a short lecture on what it means to be a Muslim, Christian or Jew, however for as long as members of our society remain ignorant (willfully or not) that will be the lot of any member of a minority group. It is only through education and acceptance that we can move towards a society in which anyone can walk down the street without being questioned about who they are and why they are there. Difference, diversity, is the risk, or reward, of freedom.



From the New York Times
June 22, 2007

Muslims’ Veils Test Limits of Britain’s Tolerance
By JANE PERLEZ
LONDON, June 16 — Increasingly, Muslim women in Britain take their children to school and run errands covered head to toe in flowing black gowns that allow only a slit for their eyes. On a Sunday afternoon in Hyde Park, groups of black-clad Muslim women relaxed on the green baize lawn among the in-line skaters and badminton players.
Their appearance, like little else, has unnerved other Britons, testing the limits of tolerance here and fueling the debate over the role of Muslims in British life.
Many veiled women say they are targets of abuse. Meanwhile, there are growing efforts to place legal curbs on the full-face Muslim veil, known as the niqab.
There have been numerous examples in the past year. A lawyer dressed in a niqab was told by an immigration judge that she could not represent a client because, he said, he could not hear her. A teacher wearing a niqab was dismissed from her school. A student who was barred from wearing a niqab took her case to the courts, and lost. In reaction, the British educational authorities are proposing a ban on the niqab in schools altogether.
A leading Labor Party politician, Jack Straw, scolded women last year for coming to see him in his district office in the niqab. Prime Minister Tony Blair has called the niqab a “mark of separation.”
David Sexton, a columnist for The Evening Standard, wrote recently that the niqab was an affront and that Britain had been “too deferential.”
“It says that all men are such brutes that if exposed to any more normally clothed women, they cannot be trusted to behave — and that all women who dress any more scantily like that are indecent,” Mr. Sexton wrote. “It’s abusive, a walking rejection of all our freedoms.”
Although the number of women wearing the niqab has increased in the past several years, only a tiny percentage of women among Britain’s two million Muslims cover themselves completely. It is impossible to say how many exactly.
Some who wear the niqab, particularly younger women who have taken it up recently, concede that it is a frontal expression of Islamic identity, which they have embraced since Sept. 11, 2001, as a form of rebellion against the policies of the Blair government in Iraq, and at home.
“For me it is not just a piece of clothing, it’s an act of faith, it’s solidarity,” said a 24-year-old program scheduler at a broadcasting company in London, who would allow only her last name, al-Shaikh, to be printed, saying she wanted to protect her privacy. “9/11 was a wake-up call for young Muslims,” she said.
At times she receives rude comments, including, Ms. Shaikh said, from a woman at her workplace who told her she had no right to be there. Ms. Shaikh says she plans to file a complaint.
When she is on the street, she often answers back. “A few weeks ago, a lady said, ‘I think you look crazy.’ I said, ‘How dare you go around telling people how to dress,’ and walked off. Sometimes I feel I have to reply. Islam does teach you that you must defend your religion.”
She started experimenting with the niqab at Brunel University in West London, a campus of intense Islamic activism. She hesitated at first because her mother saw it as a “form of extremism, which is understandable,” she said, adding that her mother has since come around.
Other Muslims find the practice objectionable, a step backward for a group that is under pressure after the terrorist attack on London’s transit system in July 2005.
“After the July 7 attacks, this is not the time to be antagonizing Britain by presenting Muslims as something sinister,” said Imran Ahmad, the author of “Unimagined,” an autobiography about growing up Muslim in Britain, and the leader of British Muslims for Secular Democracy. “The veil is so steeped in subjugation, I find it so offensive someone would want to create such barriers. It’s retrograde.”
Since South Asians started coming to Britain in large numbers in the 1960s, a small group of usually older, undereducated women have worn the niqab. It was most often seen as a sign of subjugation.
Many more Muslim women wear the head scarf, called the hijab, covering all or some of their hair. Unlike in France, Turkey and Tunisia, where students in state schools and civil servants are banned from covering their hair, in Britain, Muslim women can wear the head scarf, and indeed the niqab, almost anywhere, for now.
But that tolerance is slowly eroding. Even some who wear the niqab, like Faatema Mayata, a 24-year-old psychology and religious studies teacher, agreed there were limits.
“How can you teach when you are covering your face?” she said, sitting with a cup of tea in her living room in Blackburn, a northern English town, her niqab tucked away because she was within the confines of her home.
She has worn the niqab since she was 12, when she was sent by her parents to an all-girl boarding school. The niqab was not, as many Britons seemed to think, a sign of extremism, she said.
She condemned Britain’s involvement in Iraq, and she described the departure of Mr. Blair at the end of this month as “good riddance of bad rubbish.” But, she added, “there are many Muslims like this sitting at home having tea, and not taking any interest in jihad.”
The niqab, to her, is about identity. “If I dressed in a Western way I could be a Hindu, I could be anything,” she said. “This way I feel comfortable in my identity as a Muslim woman.”
No one else in her family wears the niqab. Her husband, Ibrahim Boodi, a social worker, was indifferent, she said. “If I took it off today, he wouldn’t care.”
She drives her old Alfa Romeo to the supermarket, and other drivers take no exception, she said. But when she is walking she is often stopped, she said. “People ask, ‘Why do you wear that?’ A lot of people assume I’m oppressed, that I don’t speak English. I don’t care. I’ve got a brain.”
Some British commentators have complained that mosques encourage women to wear the niqab, a practice they have said should be stopped.
At the East London Mosque, one of the largest mosques in the capital, the chief imam, Abdul Qayyum, studied in Saudi Arabia and is trained in the Wahhabi school of Islam. The community relations officer at the mosque, Ehsan Abdullah Hannan, said the imam’s daughter wore the niqab.
At Friday Prayer recently, the women were crowded into a small windowless room upstairs, away from the main hall for the men.
A handful of young women wore the niqab, and they spoke effusively about their reasons. “Wearing the niqab means you will get a good grade and go to paradise,” said Hodo Muse, 19, a Somali woman. “Every day people are giving me dirty looks for wearing it, but when you wear something for God you get a boost.”
One woman, Sajida Khaton, 24, interviewed as she sat discreetly in a Pizza Hut, said she did not wear the veil on the subway, a precaution her husband encourages for safety reasons. Sometimes, she said, she gets a kick out of the mocking.
“ ‘All right gorgeous,’ ” she said she had heard men say as she walked along the street. “I feel empowered,” she said. “They’d like to see, and they can’t.”
She often comes to the neighborhood restaurant along busy Whitechapel Road in East London for a slice or two, a habit, she said, that shows that even veiled women are well integrated into Britain’s daily life.
“I’m in Pizza Hut with my son,” said Ms. Khaton, nodding at her 4-year-old and speaking in a soft East London accent that bore no hint of her Bangladeshi heritage. “I was born here, I’ve never been to Bangladesh. I certainly don’t feel Bangladeshi. So when they say, ‘Go back home,’ where should I go?”

Baby, I'm Coming Home

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Originally uploaded by Rachel Ariel.

I am starting to get excited for my impending vacation to Denver. I was speaking with someone the other day and realizing that I am slowly shifting from considering Denver as home to DC. I'm not all of the way there yet, but I'm getting there.

Still, part of my heart will always be in Denver. I suppose you can't live in one house for 21 years and not leave pieces of yourself. It's funny to me though, that the pieces seem a little bit smaller the further away I move in time. The further away I go geographically the larger they feel. I wonder if there is a place and time when the two forces will be equal, and I will feel at peace?

I have been engaged in an epic internal battle. I am fighting against, laziness, apathy, and television. I am trying to salvage my creative instincts, and more over to hone them, to focus in on one or two areas and really become good at something. My problem is how lost I feel. I don't know how to get the feedback I need about the stuff that I really care about, yet I get it in spades about the stuff I don't give a shit about. Alas, for now.

Goal for the week:
post pictures in five new *active* flickr communities

They both seem to make me feel a little less insane

My mind is feeling a little noisy at the moment. I had a dream last night that I was in my elementary school carpool, but that we were all as old as we are now. And whenever I tried to talk to anyone they acted like I was the village idiot. It was just like elementary school, when carpool was probably the thing I dreaded most about each day. What made it even harder was that one of the people in the dream was one of my best friends. She had been in my carpool for a year when we were young, and it was not the best year of our friendship. Yet we have come a very long way in the intervening fifteen years. She and I had a wonderful phone conversation yesterday, which I remembered in my dream, and which served to confuse me wholeheartedly.

I am learning how not to be passive aggressive, or even just aggressive. I am learning how to balance my needs when I am upset with my desire to understand others needs. And I am working on not bothering people with things that will upset them at a time when they are not able to focus on it (such as not telling people stuff when they are at work).

I am in a new relationship, and it feels even newer since it has been so long since my last one. I am trying to teach myself good habits, trying to be good to this person who has given me a chance. But I am also trying to be good to myself, and it is a challenging balance to maintain.