Tonight, having had a bad day, I went to the movies alone. I often find escaping to a theatre, lights low, music loud, allows me to escape momentarily from things I don’t want to think about in my own life. In this case, I sat and watched the movie “Argo” unfold. I was transported back to the seventies, with the pork chop sideburns, the bell bottoms, polyester suits, and large collared shirts. The late seventies held my transition into puberty and many scenes on television of the middle east burning the American flag and parading American citizens around Tehran blindfolded. The Iran Hostage crisis new reels were not just a history lesson for me as it was for some in the theatre tonight. I remember it vividly. I remember questioning for the first time why I was hated because I was American when I thought it was the best place in the world. Politics were not as important to me as who I sat with on the bus in the morning. I had sugar on my cocoa wheats and all seemed right from my side of the world. Yet, on television we saw women covered in sheets and men with beards screaming obscenities about our country. The 52 hostages were paraded in front of cameras to show the power of the rebellious Iranian students. I felt an anger rising toward a cultural group, much like they had voiced toward us. The lines were being drawn and I was not sure why, but knew what side of the line I was on. Eight service men died trying a failed rescue attempt, and their bodies were paraded unmercifully in front of cameras in spectacle. Yes, in my mind the line was drawn that day. I had enemies for the first time.
My enemy was targeted, but Argo was a little off the mark. Argo is not completely accurate, filled with dramatic and creative non-fiction about the staging of the rescue. However, the story of the six that got out, with the efforts of the Canadians and a few of our CIA operatives after a few months hidden in Tehran, was dramatically told. The script was engaging, the action was tense, and the dramatic scenes broke me out in a sweat as I waited on the edge of my seat for the six to barely escape capture. It was not a story that I knew much about. The 52 hostages had taken center stage, and the Canadians took the credit for the escape of the early six. Regardless of the accuracy, this movie not only brought a real life tension to an incredible story, but it allows for many who may not have been alive at this time to view a small part of a bigger story of cultural and social tensions still very much alive today.
Tensions are still high between Iran and America. Although, I cannot say that I still feel any bold hatred for a people who have known many hundreds of years of war and poverty. Only one year ago, two American hikers were released from Iran after being held for two years because they wondered across the wrong border. The incidents and the tensions will not likely ever cease between the middle east and the U.S. This picture forces the public to re-evaluate our citizens roles in effecting foreign politics, our roles as Americans in electing our government leaders, and our roles as citizens in our democracy. It is appropriate that I saw this movie today, the day before elections. It is appropriate that I saw this movie the same day as some bad news was received from the IRS regarding an audit. However large we see our personal problems, they are not as big as the world’s problems. I will take an audit any day of the week versus living in a war torn country where I cannot speak my mind, where I have to keep my head covered, where I cannot speak against government leaders without risking harm to my family or myself. So, no matter what your taste in politics, vote. Vote because YOU CAN.