During his two-week trip to the
USA interestingly, the mullahs behind
the rascally current President allowed his visit and, not only that, our
security personnel let him in he wisely
acknowledged, In the crime of 9/11, two
crimes were committed. One was killing innocent people. The second crime was masking
this crime in the name of Islam."
He spoke, with security provided by
the State Department, at a venue in suburban Washington, titled "The Dialogue of
Civilizations: Five Years After 9/11." The event was sponsored by the
Council on American-Islamic Relations.
The good turban-topped man who,
unfortunately, failed to win reelection, is the most senior Iranian official to
drop in on Washington
in the last 25 years.
Encouragingly, he spoke in front of
American and Iranian flags that were draped in their mutual folds. Most
commendably, he stated that "killers who go among others and kill others
in acts of terror, if they identify themselves with Islam, they are lying. You
Muslims who live in the United
States should be representatives of
enlightenment and don't allow those who create this Islamophobia to speak for
the religion.
Laudable speechifying, and we
especially note the inclusion of the Iranian word for enlightenment, which, in its capital "E" meaning,
is the very remedy Islam s misrepresentatives require.
Yet, given his successor s recent
effort to crackdown on liberal and secular profs at Iran s universities, one wonders
how he managed to represent his liberal agenda here.
One also wonders what the
monomaniacal Ahmadinejad is cogitating in his behind-the-curtain Iago moments. What,
a defeated rival feted in Washington,
while I, a pariah, scheme unloved?
Could Khatami s trip be part of the
obvious efforts by the crafty mullahs at home to obfuscate whether Iran is a
nation of nuclear malefactors who need the West to apply the remedial lessons
of sanctions?
Unavoidable suspicion aside, let s
toss a congratulatory turban high in Khatami's honor.
Then we shall wait to see what the
future brings, which, inevitably, is hung with question marks, trembling in
time s uncertain winds.
