Following is a note that I wrote to myself in 1995, not long after returning to the States after decades of living abroad. —
This morning I was engaged in a conversation that left me considerably disturbed. I had called a new friend and her husband, Johnny, answered the phone. He and I get along okay. I find him well informed and open minded. As usual, we chatted. He told me about their plans for Christmas and I told him that we had invited an Irani couple to have Christmas dinner with us.
This led Johnny into a story from 1979 about an Irani student, Mohammed, who was studying engineering at the university and working part-time as a bartender. Johnny liked to sit at the bar over a beer and talk politics with other regulars, with Mohammed mostly listening. When the Shah was in the news for leaving Iran and the Ayatollah Khomeini was on television, shown leaving France to become the country’s Supreme Leader, Mohammed did not add much to the back and forth talk about what was happening in Iran. However, in November, when Islamist students took over the American Embassy in Tehran, he suddenly burst forth. Johnny sat fascinated and amazed, listening to Mohammed fully support Khomeini and the Muslim revolutionaries, speak vehemently against American foreign policy in the Middle East and against American cultural imperialism. Mohammed believed Iran should be ruled by men who would return the country to its traditional values.
The bar was a student hangout. Johnny watched a group of boys listening to Mohammed, barely able to contain their irritation with what he was saying. Scenes on the television above the bar showing young hotheads in Tehran holding Americans hostage in the Embassy had the boys virtually apoplectic in their anger. Mohammed, as he poured drinks and served customers, continued declaring his admiration for Khomeini. He did not notice the boys; he was telling Johnny what he believed. He could not bring himself to make apologies for what was happening to Americans in his country.
Twice the boys caught Mohammed outside and beat him. They beat on his car with a baseball bat and broke a window. They defecated on his front porch.
Johnny recounted all this as if what happened to Mohammed were a natural outcome of what he was saying.
I protested, “The boys acted like Nazis! How terrible!”
“Well, Mohammed was saying terrible things.”
“But he was only talking. He was throwing words, not knives. In this country we believe in free speech.”
“… and his foreigner friends say America is imperialistic.”
Johnny went on to justify limiting Mohammed’s speech. He used the example of someone falsely shouting “Fire” in a theatre full of people. That, I said, constitutes a threat to public safety, a clear and present danger, and is not an example of exercising the right of free speech. Mohammed was talking, not taking action of any sort. We have the First Amendment to our Constitution to protect his rights. “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.” If Mohammed were to take hostile action, the police, not a bunch of thugs, should go after him.
Johnny was surprised by my response. He thought about it and said he guessed I was probably right.
In much of the world what those boys did would be acceptable. How many societies legally protect the right of protest, of expressing politically incorrect opinions? My daughter reminded me that the United Nations adopted our Bill of Rights into its basic charter. That gave me a small sense of comfort.
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