The
other month I went to see at a local film center screenings of bits of 4
documentaries in progress, including one on the Arab-American experience after
9-11.
All the
directors and some people associated with the films were there, including this
one (mid-20s) (kind of cynical and know-it-all) (half-Arab) (half-Polish) (hipster-ish)
guy who was in the Arab-American film...
“My mom
may be Polish,” he was like, “But that doesn’t matter when my last name makes
me get pulled over in airports.”
When
pressed on some other issue, he also said that being Arab-American in the U.S.
nowadays is like being on a sinking ship, and everyone decides to go beat up on
one of the passengers instead of doing something about the sinking ship.
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