Posted By: Michael Yadegaran
November 6th will be a special day for me. It is, of course, Election Day. The next President of the United States will be chosen and hundreds of local, state, and federal legislative positions will be filled. Yet none of this is what will make me immensely proud to be an American on that day. I am not a partisan voter; I have voted for both Democrats and Republicans and will not pledge undying allegiance to any one party or politician. I am not an ideologue nor will my vote be based solely on dogma.
November 6th is significant to me because of history. As a student of history, I have taken great interest in the story of my community. By some miracle of fate, I was born an American. After thousands of years rooted down in the Middle East, our families fled from the land of Esther and Cyrus and trekked over seas and continents; they discarded memories and wealth, endured emotional hardship and physical pain, and settled from Santa Monica to Manhattan, where they picked up freedom and liberty.
This story has been recounted countless times in the years since. My generation will attest to having heard this tale told every time their grandparents, parents, aunts and uncles remember one more detail, one more lost friend, one more childhood playground or neighborhood market. The significance and importance of this communal story is not lost upon us. At the Shabbat dinner table, despite being more focused on the tadig my grandma cooked for us than the stories she’d tell of her journey, the influence of those stories never left my side.
True, hundreds of immigrant communities have left their homes for America, many of them leaving far more dire circumstances. Nobody forgets the photos of Holocaust refugees packed onto boats, longing for a glimpse of Lady Liberty. But those photos have driven our desire to pay tribute and do right by our parents and grandparents. As first generation Americans, we realize the gravity of our choices as the children of refugees: to take part and contribute to the strengthening of a greater union, or to dismiss the sacrifices of our immigrant families and take our education, health, and freedom to assemble for granted.
If my parents had stayed in Iran, under the grasp of religious intolerance, I would not be free to don a tallit or wrap tefillin without fear. If our family had stayed in Iran, whose women are not treated as its greatest asset, my sister would not be free to earn a decent education and employment. If our community had stayed in Iran, whose president denies the existence of gay people in his country, and where sexual orientation is not protected, our gay and lesbian brothers and sisters would not be free to live. If we had remained in Iran, where school children are indoctrinated every morning with chants of “Death to America” and “Death to Israel,” we would not be free to proudly sing the Star Spangled Banner and HaTikva.
So no, I’m not going to the polls on November 6th because I feel a particularly strong affinity for President Obama or Governor Romney. I’m not going to the polls due to a personal inclination for low taxes or free healthcare. I registered to vote the day I turned eighteen and will vote in every election until my dying day because I know our involvement in this society matters. I understand that when our families settled in the United States and earned material wealth, education and success, the most valuable addition to their lives did not come in the form of a diploma or shiny status symbol, and did not have to be earned. It was endowed upon them by our creator and protected by this nation’s most sacred documents and revered doctrines. I will vote on November 6th simply because I am granted the freedom to do so.
Michael Yadegaran serves as 30 YEARS AFTER's Vice President of Civic and Governmental Affairs
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Posted By Tabby Davoodi
The last time I saw my grandmother alive, she was sitting in a wheelchair at an elder care hospital in Israel. She wore a little silk scarf over her hair and spoke to me in a perfect mix of Persian, French, and broken Hebrew. My grandmother's first name was Iran. Yet she lived in Israel. And that about captures the complex relationship that Iranian Jews have with their native country and their ancestral homeland.
I'd like to believe that there was no Iran in Israel until my grandmother arrived there.
She was a product of the dilapidated Jewish ghetto of Tehran, born in the 1920s to a world without Ahmadinejads, nuclear weapons, old ideologies and new terrorists. And without a modern Jewish State of Israel and Jewish oversight of Jerusalem. A time when praying at the Western Wall was as much a dream as a man landing on the moon. Before she passed, my grandmother told me that when she was a little girl in Tehran around the time of Passover, she would affix as many pieces of matzah as she could together, line them up against a window, press her face to the solid surface, and pretend that she was at the Western Wall--a pipe dream for practically any Jew in the 1920s; a Travelocity ticket away for me in 2012.
Some sixty years later, her wish came true when she and my grandfather escaped Iran after the Revolution and moved to Israel. From then on, she found a way to make it to the Kotel, first by bus, then in a car driven by her grandchildren, and finally, with a cane. When I asked her why she kept going back in her fragile state, she lovingly admonished me:
"What do you mean?! BECAUSE I CAN!"
I had never thought about it quite that way before. Despite the fact that I too was born in Tehran, albeit after the Revolution, I am a product of a more self-serving generation. Less because I can and more because I want to and because it makes me feel good.
Five years ago, I committed myself to an amazing cause. 30 YEARS AFTER is a non-profit organization that promotes the participation AND leadership of Iranian American Jews in American political, civic, and Jewish life. Its name signifies the moment in time that the lives of 80,000 Iranian Jews changed forever--in the wake of the 1979 Iranian Revolution. Founded by a group of young professionals in LA in 2007, it's led almost entirely by volunteers, a fact even more unbelievable considering that we are hosting our third biennial Civic Action Conference on October 14th in Los Angeles at the historic Millennium Biltmore Hotel. Almost 35 speakers and over 60 different co-sponsors will be there, including ambassadors and diplomats (keynote speakers will include Ambassador Dennis Ross), congressmen and elected officials, academics, brilliant rabbis, stellar authors, the 2013 candidates for Mayor of Los Angeles, and representatives from both the Obama and Romney campaigns. A full conference schedule may be found on the link above.
There are many reasons why I am so proud to belong to 30 YEARS AFTER, yet they're all fueled by an underlying motive. And it's the same reason why I take advantage of the PCH on a winter's day, enjoy a beer during a Lakers' game, and sing the Israeli national anthem of Ha'Tikva: because I can.
Where I was born, Ha'Tikva is never sung. Israel's flags are not displayed, and even the sale of all "Zionist" goods and products are banned. There is no Israel in Iran, except for the government-fueled depiction of a heartless false state and its faceless, soulless citizenry of occupiers. I can still remember our first grade chants of "Death to Israel" each morning at school. The fact is that Jews that remain in Iran today (roughly 20,000)--the same kids that were in classrooms with me back in the 1980s--cannot sing the words of Ha'Tikva, though the song belongs to them as much as it belongs to American Jews, French Jews, or Iraqi Jews. This is all the more reason for me to take Ha'Tikva more seriously.
You see, when you realize that you are holding the voices of 20,000 additional Jews on your shoulders, including everyone that you left behind in Iran, you feel a certain responsibility and even privilege...to sing just a bit louder. To enunciate the words and to consciously understand that you are somewhere that allows you to congregate in a room full of Jews and actually sing Israel's national anthem without fear of being arrested, tortured, and even sentenced to death.
If you are an Iranian Jew living in America, and you feel connected with Israel and are able to sing Ha'Tikva from time to time, someone paid a price for your voice to sing this song freely. Whether it was a parent that sacrificed fortune and familiarity to bring you to a new, free land, or the part of you that is still in Iran- in the form of a fourth cousin or great grandparent that has since passed or even a Jew in the streets of Tehran whom you have never met--whose fate is still intertwined with yours, whether you know it or not.
Iran and Israel are also inextricably linked--bridged together in the hearts of Iranian Jews from Shiraz to Los Angeles. Therefore, I would like to offer an anomaly: the words of Israel's national anthem, the soul song of the Jewish state and the Jewish people, in the rich language of its single greatest modern threat. The very same language that Mr. Ahmadinejad uses to tear apart Israel, now presented here to uplift Israel.
THIS is Ha'Tikva in Persian, and I have yet to find it published anywhere else online, until now.
If one Jew in Iran can access these words and recite them in the confines of his or her private space, it will mean something. If one non-Jew in Iran can access them despite the government's censorship and block of all things Israel...it will mean even more.
30 YEARS AFTER will be singing Ha'Tikva at our third biennial Civic Action Conference on Sunday, October 14th in Los Angeles. One of our most talented young members will also be singing the American national anthem. Her family escaped during the Revolution, too. The third national anthem, that of imperial Iran (pre-Revolution)--an emotionally loaded piece for most of us-- will be sung by legendary Persian singer Andy, who fled Iran 30 years ago to settle in Los Angeles. The Revolution has made it impossible for him to sing in his native country ever since, but he packs sold-out venues in concerts all around Iran's borders--from Armenia to the United Arab Emirates. In addition to the imperial anthem , he will sing his 2009 hit with Bon Jovi, "Stand By Me," in support of the people of Iran. That means a lot, folks.
Everyone is welcome--and we expect many members of the greater Los Angeles Jewish community as well--whether Ashkenazi or Sephardi.
I hope that you join us on October 14th, and if you find yourself compelled to sing, that you recall whose voice you are shouldering...the ones that have since passed, or the ones that cannot be there to experience the eternal unity of a national song, and the sacred gift of free expression. Why would you invest such time and energy? Because we would love to have you. Because this signifies a moment in time. And maybe, just maybe, because you can.
Tabby Davoodi is the Executive Director of 30 YEARS AFTER. For more information about the Third Biennial Civic Action Conference on Sunday, October 14, 2012 in Los Angeles, please visit here.