This is a story about a twisted sick bunch of people who are more concerned with not profiling violent Islamists as misogynist thugs and terrorists, then with praising America for letting them have to freedom to slander the freedoms they abuse.
It is a good read. Enjoy it if you can.
Some readers have asked why I didn't jump right in and show that audience "what for." For years now, I have had to explain to people that I don't fight at the dinner table but only on the battlefield; don't become part of the story that I'm covering. "Sounding off" is not my style. I am old-fashioned that way. I take something in, think, then write about it. Had I jumped in, it would have changed the dynamics. The audience's views were of interest to me. Mine are contained in this blog.Trust me: I had no idea what I'd be getting myself into when I accepted this invitation to the theatre. The description of the play was an existentially interesting one about lost souls or about people who do not feel they belong where they live. There was no hint of Iran, terrorism, the war of ideas, the mighty clash of civilizations. I was lured in-as were others, I presume.
Might I suggest that the theatre is not the proper forum for a streetcorner shouting match nor should the audience become a key Actor. Finally, using art to bludgeon people into agreeing with a particular political vision or to accomplish a specific political purpose is dangerous. The Nazis and the Communists did just this.
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