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Iran, A Look Back
posted June 24, 2009
Thirty years later, my most vivid memory of Tehran, Iran was that
beautiful October Day when I had gone downtown to interview with the
Iranian Navy for a job to teach English. After the interview, I
walked outside of the building and turned the corner to be faced with a
protesting crowd marching down the street. Even though I could
not understand Farsi, the signs were clear. “Yankees we hate you,
Americans go home!” Obviously, this was no place for a twenty
year old gal from South Carolina.
Once again, the streets of Tehran are filled with protestors.
This time thousands are marching in silence, demanding that their
elections be validated. Many Americans are stunned because we
relate the people of dictatorial nations to their leaders.
Obviously, in every nation, there are people who want their votes to
count; they are desperate for their voices to be heard. We, as
Americans, should not judge the people of a nation by the actions and
ideas of their dictatorial leaders.
Thirty years ago, the Shah was the leader of Iran. He was a good
friend of the United States and numerous US companies were thriving. My
sister and her family lived in Tehran due to her husband’s job.
He helped corporations set up ketchup plants from ground braking to the
first ketchup bottle coming off of the assembly line.
We had a spectacular view of the city from our house nestled into the
side of the mountains on the north side of town. Most of our
Iranian neighbors had been educated in the US or England and spoke
fluent English. They were very westernized in their business
pursuits, their clothing, and outlook on the world.
Having arrived in September of 1978, Martial Law was implemented only
three days after we landed. This meant an implementation of a
government enforced curfew. My niece and nephew attended
the International School, therefore our lives showed no real change due
to the new rules.
We enjoyed having tea with our neighbors and entertained American
guests frequently. One of the most spectacular trips was a hike
in the mountains which highlighted the gorgeous terrain. The
mountains were streaked with the bluish green hue of the copper running
through the rock walls. The traditional meal consisted of lamb
kabobs, rice, pickles and yogurt. The entire cultural experience
was intriguing and the people were warm and friendly.
Of course, there were also many women who wore the traditional Chador,
which covered everything but their faces. Fundamentalist Muslims
were prevalent and eventually their voices became the loudest. Soon,
tension would increase and the American presence in Iran would become
The children’s school bus became the target of stone throwing and it
became more dangerous for Americans to be downtown.
Finally, as we sat on the top of the flat roofed houses that climbed up
the mountain, we witnessed the burning of Main Street. The irony
was in the voices on the American radio blasting away that things in
Iran were just fine. Obviously, it was a last grasp to try to
protect the huge American investment in the country. It did not
quall fears as the reality of the situation became apparent.
For the last weeks of our stay, we did not leave the house.
Finally in November, we left in the middle of the night and headed for
the airport. There was no guarantee that there was an airplane
and certainly, no guarantee we would be able to get on.
Fortunately, there was an airplane, we did get on, and we were
technically refugees to Belgium.
A few weeks later, the Iranian revolution would oust the Shah and put
Ayatollah Khomeini in power. Much has changed over the past
thirty years and many Iranians have left their beloved homeland.
But even to this day, there are many there who demand that their voices
As we see this enthralling story unfold, let us remember that in every
nation, regardless of their leader, there are those who believe in our
rights of fair elections. We are blessed to live in the United
States where our voices are heard, our vote counts, and we elect our
leaders whether we always agree with them or not…Democracy.
Jane Ballard Dyer
Editor's note: Jane Dyer is a candidate for the Third Congressional
District for the US House of Representatives.
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