An American in Tehran

B.O. from Boston, USA as she signed her article, traveled to Iran in 2008 as a curious American who wanted to know about the reality of Iranian society and culture away from negativity that mainstream media tries to enforce into the mind of viewers. I found it a nice read and share with you some part of it here to read. The piece is interesting from an American point of view as she described Tehran as a multi-cultural place, far more multi-dimensional that Americans are led to believe. 

 In October 2008, I headed to Iran to experience the over-politicized country firsthand. As an American, I knew almost nothing about its daily life, as an artist, I knew nothing about its contemporary art scene, and as a lady, I knew nothing about its very gender-specific rules. In a short two weeks staying in the center of the city, I found that even as mainstream talking heads denounce Ahmadinejad and Iran’s nuclear ambitions while proclaiming the nation a part of the Axis of Evil, it’s true indeed… life goes on in Tehran.

My decision to visit was not impulsive, in fact, there is a story behind it. In New York City, on the 5th Anniversary of September 11, I was just beginning a performance piece at the foot of the former World Trade Center. It was a very simple concept– in the midst of the clashes between anti-war protesters and staunch republicans, mourners and people rallying against “Islamofascism”– I was going to hold a sign that read “Unconditional Love is Global Security”. Armed with my sign and a video camera, I would stand quietly and only speak when spoken to. Within a few minutes, a couple passed by, continued on for about 50 meters, then turned sharply around and came back toward me with purpose. “I wish you were in Tehran, with your sign”, the woman says, “If that’s all it takes, take it to them”. She continues to invite me, challenge me rather, to go to Tehran and come back and tell her what sort of love I felt while there. “You just believe in this fairytale that is not going to happen” her husband explains to me “There’ll always be evilness in this world”.

There are countless reasons why this couple should be studied by social scientists in the years to come. Most notably, the fact that Iran had nothing to do with the 9/11 attacks and that their stereotypical view of the Islamic Middle East fit, well, a stereotypical view of Judeo-Christian America. But for the sake of this article, let’s focus on the fact that this woman considered a trip to Tehran a death sentence and an experience void of love. I didn’t want to take her word for it.

After saving some cash, being given some private donations– then waiting for months to find out whether I was approved for a visa– I took up this woman’s challenge and was set to make an appearance in Tehran. My head was filled with unknowns. This was not your standard trip to Paris or Rio– this was the Islamic Republic of Iran– full of women in chadors, ‘death to america’ and did I mention ‘death to america’?

As it turns out, I was indeed impressed by my experience. I had taken everything I’d read at face-value, and was shocked that there was no search and seizure for ‘un-islamic material’ at the airport– my laptop and camera were safe. I came covered in black, while the woman next to me casually pulled on her multi-colored scarf while disembarking the plane. I avoided making eye-contact with our guide, while he was clearly interested in what I what I had to say. As the days progressed, my adherence to the customs I’d read about would casually fade. Only on paper or to the truly religious, it seemed, were these rules applicable. By the end of my trip, I sported an electric blue scarf and spoke to men with ease.

I truly had a full-spectrum experience of Tehran, albeit brief. People were quite excited to hear that I was American and were quick to acknowledge their love for American people. I drank tea with a mullah (the cultural director of Hazrat-e-Abdul Azim-e Holy Shrine) while covered in a chador. I toured private galleries where young, hip twenty somethings met to screen Sigur Ros documentaries and discuss Jeff Koons and Matthew Barney. I even had a chance to take my “Unconditional Love” sign and hold it up at the Azadi Monument– the guys running the museum underneath were quite friendly, and loved the sign after a female associate came out to translate for them.

If you’re here– if you’ve navigated to Life Goes on in Tehran– you are likely not surprised, that I found a culture far more multi-dimensional that Americans are led to believe. One months entry from this blog would likely provide more insight to Iran than any American media source. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to convince anyone that Iran is all chocolate and rainbows, but it’s clear that the image presented by Western media is largely inaccurate and all of us can help repaint that picture.

Consider a visit to Iran.

It’s trickiest if you’re American, where you need visa approval from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs (but a walk in the park compared to the fact that the U.S. considers almost zero Iranian visa applications). [But] I assure you that you’ll find an accommodating and accepting culture, equally as enthused to see you, as you them– and full of as much love as you are.

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