Forty Years from 1967 6 June 2007Posted by mecca in Culture, History, Politics, Psychology.
I wrote a short story that included something about the Six Day War (1967) and how it affected the story’s main character and narrator. Here’s the part about the War. It’s obviously non-analytical and short as a stump, but it is a conclusion with a proof that only makes sense when you lived with people changed by one week forty years ago.
. . . But a warrior with an eye-patch and his Israeli armies routed Egypt, Jordan, and Syria in what was officially counted as six days. The small Arab community in Chicago was thunderstruck; fathers stayed home from the factories to work the knobs of the short-wave radios, hoping to learn that the reportage here was all a fraud. The pulse of the homes hastened and nothing was said unrelated to the war. The bond of the pan-Arab mind was snapped after nearly a century of hurried construction. These poor souls had become psychological orphans in less than a week. Foster ideals would be needed, and eventually and awkwardly they would come decades later, as you’ll see—like the religion. From nationalism to religion, the transition would not be smooth. Coercing religion into a horizontal thing, displaced of spiritual energy by patterns of socialist ideologies recent to the region, would never set nor keep all the faithful on board. The artists and intellectuals eventually would move on, while the others and their heirs would largely accept what we casually call “extremism,” producing sermons, books, and anger that achieved canon status but that only now are being called into question.