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Thanksgiving memories of the Iranian revolution
Iran va Jahan ^

Posted on 11/25/2005 8:20:21 PM PST by F14 Pilot

The acrid smell of burning rubber and smoking fire bombs mingled with odors from our sumptuous dinner table, but we were determined to celebrate Thanksgiving Day with our friends, regardless of the turmoil in our city streets. It was November 1978, post-Shah, Iran. Three weeks earlier, in the capital city of Tehran, establishments that Americans visited for recreation were being fire-bombed by radicals; any place that served liquor and provided dancing were targeted as "… against the holy book." Living in Esfahan, only 300 miles from Tehran, we feared for our lives.

My husband's job had brought us to Iran two years earlier, and for the most part we had lived a quiet, comfortable life. We had many Iranian friends and neighbors who looked out for us if we needed anything. Men from my husband's job shared dinners and great stories of their culture with us. There was a mutual respect among us.

However, after the Shah was deposed, our Iranian friends no longer came for dinner. They warned us of dangers to Americans, and told us the students were planning demonstrations that could get ugly. They told us to "Keep a low profile."

Freedom for granted

As most Americans do, we took our freedom for granted. We assumed because we were U.S. citizens that everything would go smoothly for us. And it did - while the Shah was in his palace. Now he was gone, forcefully ejected from the country and the people he loved. Now, radical college students ran the streets of Tehran with the sole intent of killing the "evil imperialists" and purging them from their country. On that day of Thanksgiving in 1978, each expatriate had made up a dish to represent his or her homeland: curried lamb from India, spicy beef from South America, a chili-chicken dish from Indonesia and beef Wellington from England. I cooked the standard turkey, dressing and yams from my beloved country.

It was sometimes difficult to separate the invading smells of smoke in the streets-from the aromas of the delectable dishes, however, the countries of origin came alive with each bite. We bowed our heads as each one asked a blessing from their own deity. We prayed for our safety as well as for the people being terrorized in Tehran.

As the day wore on, we all struggled to maintain a normal Thanksgiving gaiety but couldn't avoid a somber resolve. Conversations would start and then trail off as we listened to the whistle of fire bombs. These were being set off by groups of fanatic Iranian boys running the streets, emulating their heroes in Tehran. We tried to take solace in the fact that our governments would get us out safely.

As soon as the conversation took this turn, we mothers quickly herded the children from the dinner table into another room for video games. As parents, we couldn't bear for them to know that the people they looked up to as their protectors were looking somewhere else for protection. We tried to hold our fear inside, to keep it from the children, but children learn things by watching adults and we could only answer their fears with prayers and hugs.

The children were scheduled to return to school in one week, and we knew that would not happen now. Through the expat grapevine we learned that the government of Iran buses, scheduled to transport our children to the American expat schools, were now being fire-bombed by extremists. Blood-like paint was scrawled across the scorched busses: "Death to Amrikins" and "Yanke go home." Smoke and fire

At the end of the day, we embraced our friends a little longer, a little harder, not knowing if we'd meet again. After the children were asleep, we turned on the television. We wanted to see if the rumors we'd heard were true. Had it escalated any further? Was there any hope of a compromise between the radicals and the U.S. government? The streets of Tehran flowed into our living room, filled with hundreds of screaming radicals. Some held burning American flags; others held pictures of Jimmy Carter hanging from a noose and "Death to Amrikins" signs. I turned it off after five minutes of pure disbelief and pain. We headed for our bedroom, harboring our own fears and terrors as we closed our eyes on Thanksgiving night 1978.

Our orders to leave came the next week. To leave, we had to sneak out in the dead of night with just the clothes on our backs; we met up with a van that transported us to the airport and on to safety.

As our plane ascended and flew over Tehran, we could see hotels and restaurants that we'd visited not two months earlier, engulfed in fire, with flames shooting skyward, while blocks of the city were blanketed by heavy grey smoke.

Looking back

The following Thanksgiving, 1979, from our comfortable home in the United State, we watched in horror as the American Embassy in Tehran was overtaken, and American Marines and embassy officials were held hostage. We realized how lucky we'd been to leave Iran when we did, but we couldn't forget the Iranian people who had been so good to us while we lived there. Where were they now, and had they been punished for associating with the "evil imperialists"? As each successive Thanksgiving has come and gone in the ensuing 27 years, my thoughts still trail back to that year where my status as an American was no longer an asset, but a terrifying liability. We know we're fortunate to be living in America, and we begin and end our day with prayers for the many soldiers who cannot be home on this Thanksgiving Day; who are across the world to ensure that we can sit down to our table while feeling safe. We pray that this time next year, they will be sitting down with their family and loved ones.


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1 posted on 11/25/2005 8:20:22 PM PST by F14 Pilot
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To: NY Attitude; kabar; nuconvert; McGavin999; dixiechick2000; YaYa123

ping ping


2 posted on 11/25/2005 8:21:28 PM PST by F14 Pilot (Democracy is a process not a product)
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To: F14 Pilot
others held pictures of Jimmy Carter hanging from a noose
3 posted on 11/25/2005 8:32:41 PM PST by sionnsar (†trad-anglican.faithweb.com† || (To Libs:) You are failing to celebrate MY diversity! || Iran Azad)
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To: LibreOuMort
we couldn't forget the Iranian people who had been so good to us while we lived there.

ping

4 posted on 11/25/2005 8:35:30 PM PST by sionnsar (†trad-anglican.faithweb.com† || (To Libs:) You are failing to celebrate MY diversity! || Iran Azad)
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To: F14 Pilot

bump


5 posted on 11/25/2005 8:51:46 PM PST by nuconvert (No More Axis of Evil by Christmas ! TLR) [there's a lot of bad people in the pistachio business])
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To: F14 Pilot
As soon as the conversation took this turn, we mothers quickly herded the children from the dinner table into another room for video games.

Video games in Iran in 1978??? My, how the poor do suffer during times of war.
6 posted on 11/25/2005 8:52:04 PM PST by Now_is_The_Time
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To: Now_is_The_Time

These were (comparatively) wealthy foreigners, and the "video gamnes" were likely little more than Pong.


7 posted on 11/25/2005 8:57:08 PM PST by sionnsar (†trad-anglican.faithweb.com† || (To Libs:) You are failing to celebrate MY diversity! || Iran Azad)
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To: F14 Pilot

Now, just substitute "Baghdad" for "Teheran" and 2006 for 1978. Thats what you get when you side with the former military hero John Murtha and his clique.


8 posted on 11/25/2005 9:03:11 PM PST by armydawg1 (" America must win this war..." PVT Martin Treptow, KIA, WW1)
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To: armydawg1

And an idiot president in the white house back in 78


9 posted on 11/25/2005 9:03:58 PM PST by F14 Pilot (Democracy is a process not a product)
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To: F14 Pilot

I went into the Army two weeks before Carter became President in Jan 1977. After four years of his neglect and abuse of the military, I broke one of the cardinal rules of being an Officer and got involved in politics. I put on civilian clothes and knocked on doors for Reagan in El Paso, TX. To this day, I consider it a function of my responsibliities to my soldiers and my fellow officers that I do what was best for all of us. Getting rid of Jimmy Carter was the mission and the mission was accomplished.


10 posted on 11/25/2005 9:19:43 PM PST by armydawg1 (" America must win this war..." PVT Martin Treptow, KIA, WW1)
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To: armydawg1

But his nasty legacy is still around!


11 posted on 11/25/2005 9:28:36 PM PST by F14 Pilot (Democracy is a process not a product)
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To: nuconvert; sionnsar

I love the keywords of this post!

LoL


12 posted on 11/25/2005 10:06:47 PM PST by F14 Pilot (Democracy is a process not a product)
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To: F14 Pilot
The acrid smell of burning rubber and smoking fire bombs mingled with odors from our sumptuous dinner table, but we were determined to celebrate Thanksgiving Day with our friends, regardless of the turmoil in our city streets. It was November 1978, post-Shah, Iran. Three weeks earlier, in the capital city of Tehran, establishments that Americans visited for recreation were being fire-bombed by radicals; any place that served liquor and provided dancing were targeted as "… against the holy book." Living in Esfahan, only 300 miles from Tehran, we feared for our lives. Talk about bringing back memories. I also remember the nightly loss of electricity and watching the flash of tank cannon fire as well as the light from tires that were ablaze. On a positive note, the stars were beautiful in a darkened desert. Many of the Iranian friends that I left behind are no longer alive, victims of the Ayatollahs Revolutionary Guard. Thanks Pilot for posting this thread. I really do miss Iran, the people and the remaining ruins of a proud heritage.
13 posted on 11/25/2005 10:09:44 PM PST by NY Attitude (You are responsible for your safety until the arrival of Law Enforcement Officers!)
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To: NY Dreamer

Here you go kid 8^)


14 posted on 11/25/2005 10:19:57 PM PST by NY Attitude (You are responsible for your safety until the arrival of Law Enforcement Officers!)
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To: armydawg1

Jimmy Carter is like a cheap wine. He only gets worse with age......much worse.


15 posted on 11/25/2005 10:32:19 PM PST by armydawg1 (" America must win this war..." PVT Martin Treptow, KIA, WW1)
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To: F14 Pilot

That last post should have been to you and not to myself.....too late at night :)


16 posted on 11/25/2005 10:33:07 PM PST by armydawg1 (" America must win this war..." PVT Martin Treptow, KIA, WW1)
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To: sionnsar

I lived there in 1973 - the "students" were rioting daily in Tehran which is why my father refused to let me continue my studies there. Instead I spent a whole summer learning the language in order to attend Madras-e Ali Damovand (an all women college). Life was pleasant in the neighborhood knowns as Zaferanieh, north of the city near Daneshgah Melli Iran. (National University of Iran) But security was tight around us. I later learned that one of our American friends was CIA. I believe he was assigned to watch over our family - my mother in particular since she was a classmate of the Shah's little sister - Fatemeh - when she lived in New York. I learned to love Persian cuisine and culture during our time there. We were transfered long before the troubling revolution. I have not had word from any of my friends since about a year after we left. I still remember them fondly.


17 posted on 11/26/2005 11:43:16 AM PST by LibreOuMort ("...But as for me, give me liberty or give me death!" - Patrick Henry)
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To: sionnsar; F14 Pilot

I lived there in 1973 - the "students" were rioting daily in Tehran which is why my father refused to let me continue my studies there. Instead I spent a whole summer learning the language in order to attend Madras-e Ali Damovand (an all women college). Life was pleasant in the neighborhood knowns as Zaferanieh, north of the city near Daneshgah Melli Iran. (National University of Iran) But security was tight around us. I later learned that one of our American friends was CIA. I believe he was assigned to watch over our family - my mother in particular since she was a classmate of the Shah's little sister - Fatemeh - when she lived in New York. I learned to love Persian cuisine and culture during our time there. We were transfered long before the troubling revolution. I have not had word from any of my friends since about a year after we left. I still remember them fondly.


18 posted on 11/26/2005 11:44:09 AM PST by LibreOuMort ("...But as for me, give me liberty or give me death!" - Patrick Henry)
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To: F14 Pilot

ty for the article on iran. our son was one when we moved to esfahan. there were many good times together there - with newly made friends - and my husband and son (i loved sitting on the porch looking at the stars with you frank). there were scary times of no electricity, tank fire, helicopters landing in the housing development with iranian soldiers, and threats of having poisoned the drinking water. my son and i had to evacuate and leave my husband there - it was horrible. i remember seeing the news stating the shah had left iran and i cried because i knew we'd never be going back to the iran we'd known. blessedly my husband got to leave with the last of the americans in february/march 1979, and arrived safely back to us. so thanks again for the memories.


19 posted on 11/26/2005 4:35:58 PM PST by NY Dreamer
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To: F14 Pilot

Well, people are certainly getting creative with the keywords. I've had that happen on a few of my threads.


20 posted on 11/26/2005 5:05:11 PM PST by nuconvert (No More Axis of Evil by Christmas ! TLR) [there's a lot of bad people in the pistachio business])
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