Letters 10-24-2016

It’s Obama’s 1984 Several editions ago I concluded a short letter to the editor with an ominous rhetorical flourish: “Welcome to George Orwell’s 1984 and the grand opening of the Federal Department of Truth!” At the time I am sure most of the readers laughed off my comments as right-wing hyperbole. Shame on you for doubting me...

Gun Bans Don’t Work It is said that mass violence only happens in the USA. A lone gunman in a rubber boat, drifted ashore at a popular resort in Tunisia and randomly shot and killed 38 mostly British and Irish tourists. Tunisian gun laws, which are among the most restrictive in the world, didn’t stop this mass slaughter. And in January 2015, two armed men killed 11 and wounded 11 others in an attack on the French satirical magazine Charlie Hebdo. French gun laws didn’t stop these assassins...

Scripps’ Good Deed No good deed shall go unpunished! When Dan Scripps was the 101st District State Representative, he introduced legislation to prevent corporations from contaminating (e.g. fracking) or depleting (e.g. Nestle) Michigan’s water table for corporate profit. There are no property lines in the water table, and many of us depend on private wells for abundant, safe, clean water. In the subsequent election, Dan’s opponents ran a negative campaign almost solely on the misrepresentation that Dan’s good deed was a government takeover of your private water well...

Political Definitions As the time to vote draws near it’s a good time to check into what you stand for. According to Dictionary.com the meanings for liberal and conservative are as follows:

Liberal: Favorable to progress or reform as in political or religious affairs.

Conservative: Disposed to preserve existing conditions, institutions, etc., or to restore traditions and limit change...

Voting Takes A Month? Hurricane Matthew hit the Florida coast Oct. 6, over three weeks before Election Day. Bob Ross (Oct. 17th issue) posits that perhaps evacuation orders from Governor Scott may have had political motivations to diminish turnout and seems to praise Hillary Clinton’s call for Gov. Scott to extend Florida’s voter registration deadline due to evacuations...

Clinton Foundation Facts Does the Clinton Foundation really spend a mere 10 percent (per Mike Pence) or 20 percent (per Reince Priebus) of its money on charity? Not true. Charity Watch gives it an A rating (the same as it gives the NRA Foundation) and says it spends 88 percent on charitable causes, and 12 percent on overhead. Here is the source of the misunderstanding: The Foundation does give only a small percentage of its money to charitable organizations, but it spends far more money directly running a number of programs...

America Needs Change Trump supports our constitution, will appoint judges that will keep our freedoms safe. He supports the partial-birth ban; Hillary voted against it. Regardless of how you feel about Trump, critical issues are at stake. Trump will increase national security, monitor refugee admissions, endorse our vital military forces while fighting ISIS. Vice-presidential candidate Mike Pence will be an intelligent asset for the country. Hillary wants open borders, increased government regulation, and more demilitarization at a time when we need strong military defenses...

My Process For No I will be voting “no” on Prop 3 because I am supportive of the process that is in place to review and approve developments. I was on the Traverse City Planning Commission in the 1990s and gained an appreciation for all of the work that goes into a review. The staff reviews the project and makes a recommendation. The developer then makes a presentation, and fellow commissioners and the public can ask questions and make comments. By the end of the process, I knew how to vote for a project, up or down. This process then repeats itself at the City Commission...

Regarding Your Postcard If you received a “Vote No” postcard from StandUp TC, don’t believe their lies. Prop 3 is not illegal. It won’t cost city taxpayers thousands of dollars in legal bills or special elections. Prop 3 is about protecting our downtown -- not Munson, NMC or the Commons -- from a future of ugly skyscrapers that will diminish the very character of our downtown...

Vote Yes It has been suggested that a recall or re-election of current city staff and Traverse City Commission would work better than Prop 3. I disagree. A recall campaign is the most divisive, costly type of election possible. Prop 3, when passed, will allow all city residents an opportunity to vote on any proposed development over 60 feet tall at no cost to the taxpayer...

Yes Vote Explained A “yes” vote on Prop 3 will give Traverse City the right to vote on developments over 60 feet high. It doesn’t require votes on every future building, as incorrectly stated by a previous letter writer. If referendums are held during general elections, taxpayers pay nothing...

Beware Trump When the country you love have have served for 33 years is threatened, you have an obligation and a duty to speak out. Now is the time for all Americans to speak out against a possible Donald Trump presidency. During the past year Trump has been exposed as a pathological liar, a demagogue and a person who is totally unfit to assume the presidency of our already great country...

Picture Worth 1,000 Words Nobody disagrees with the need for affordable housing or that a certain level of density is dollar smart for TC. The issue is the proposed solution. If you haven’t already seen the architect’s rendition for the site, please Google “Pine Street Development Traverse City”...

Living Wage, Not Tall Buildings Our community deserves better than the StandUp TC “vote no” arguments. They are not truthful. Their yard signs say: “More Housing. Less Red Tape. Vote like you want your kids to live here.” The truth: More housing, but for whom? At what price..

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Walk like an Egyptian

Robert Downes - November 8th, 2007
Walk Like an Egyptian

With the full moon rising behind the ancient Temple of Luxor, I find myself in what was once the heart of Egypt, far down the Nile on a trip that is taking me around the world.
Arriving in Cairo a week ago put me into a state of culture shock. This is one of the world’s ‘supercities’ with a population of more than 20 million, and most of the people in Egypt are dirt poor. The city itself is the filthiest I’ve ever been in, owing to the fact that it only rains three or four times a year, so there’s nothing to wash away the grime. Then there’s the insane traffic, with no rules and few stoplights, and temperatures in the 90s. But I’m cheered to think that the grunge will prepare me for even scruffier places down the line.
The dress code here was quite jarring at first. Rounding a corner, I bumped into a young couple dressed straight out of the Bible. He had a flowing cotton robe and a beanie cap, and she was covered head-to-toe in black silk with only an eyeslit to peer through. Later, I learned that especially beautiful women choose to wear the all-black outfit, even with gloves, because they’re considered simply too good-looking to be seen in public! Imagine that in America. Every woman in Egypt wears at least a headscarf as a symbol of Muslim modesty.
For the first two days, I walk the streets alone, looking about as inconspicuous as an ostrich. Most of the time, I’m the only Westerner in sight.
In America, we’re taught by the mass media to be scared silly of the impoverished, virtually powerless Muslims. Walking through neighborhoods that few tourists will ever see, I wonder if anyone will hassle an obvious gringo, not to mention an American.
Far from it. Countless people stop to say hello, or “Welcome to Egypt,” with broad smiles. Over the past week, I must have walked 25 miles through the streets of Cairo and other cities and villages along the Nile and have never had a single cross word or unfriendly encounter. I feel safe just walking around with a friendly American smile and a “Hi, how are ya?” as my umbrella.
Many people ask if I’m an “Ozzie,” meaning “Aussie,” or an Australian, those heroic world travelers you find everywhere on earth, especially where prices are cheap. I always respond that I’m from Northern Michigan in the United States of America, which gets a bit of a puzzled response. It turns out that there are very few American tourists here - perhaps they stayed away scared silly - although I eventually run into scads of Europeans and Asians.
And of course, Ozzies. There are eight Australians in the tour group I join on the third day, and three of us Yanks. We’re traveling with an outfit called Intrepid Travel (intrepidtravel.com) which specializes in cultural immersion. This means dining only in local restaurants, traveling on rickety local buses and trains, and staying in the same hotels down the back alleys that Egyptians frequent. We literally “walk like Egyptians,” going down the backroads of the remote villages and deep into the cities to places most tourists never see.
Cairo is a whirl of color at night -- tens of thousands of people walk the streets, having a good time. This is a 24-hour city: Men smoke hookah bubble pipes with tobacco flavored with apple and bananas - kids dream at the huge display of dolls in store windows. People dine out on falafel and shish kebab at packed restaurants... I comment to our tour guide that everyone in America is home watching TV at night and no one is out on the streets. He responds that the loneliest, scariest time he ever had was on a trip to Europe when he encountered the same situation - no one on the streets... Agreed!
Needless to say, the sights here are world class - the pyramids, the temple at Abu Simbel, riding camels and donkeys, the Valley of the Kings, and all of King Tut’s stuff at the Egyptian Museum to name but a few... but it seems far more interesting just to kick around the backstreets and see the kaleidoscope bazaars, kids playing on dirt streets and goofing off on camels, and guys in turbans riding donkeys piled with farm produce.
We spent the past two days and nights sailing down the Nile on a felucca riverboat after taking an overnight train and a bus to southern Egypt, going 30 miles from the border of Sudan. By contrast to the cities, the riverbank is lush, green and as pleasant as Hawaii.
With a black Nubian captain in a flowing robe at the tiller of our boat and afro-pop music playing from a boombox at his feet -- not to mention the constant halo of flies around my head - I finally felt a sense of Africa’s soul as we sailed down the Nile. It felt like a dream - slightly unreal.
A felucca is a sailboat about 35 feet long and 14 feet wide with a triangular-shaped lateen sail. We sailed with the current, but north against the wind, so Mustafa tacked the whole way, going zig-zag from one shore to the next, about a mile across the river.
The Nile runs for thousands of miles out of black Africa into the ‘two kingdoms’ of old Egypt, which was at least 600 miles long, but only a few miles wide. And no wonder, because when we landed to make camp one night, the few small bushes and date palms ended about 100 feet from the shore. Beyond them was a stark desert of rocks and sand which runs for more than 2,500 miles without a single tree or plant, except for the rare oasis.
Huge riverboats full of tourists can be found jostling with little wooden rowboats of fishermen with their nets. Along the banks, farmers ride donkeys and chip at the fields with hoes, just as they’ve done for the past few thousand years. Even here on the river, at 4:30 in the morning I could hear the Muslim ‘call to prayer’ blasting from a loudspeaker on top of a tower miles away - alerting the farmers to jump out of bed and face Mecca on their prayer carpets.
Here, everyone is wearing traditional dress, with all the men in cotton robes. I’m envious, because my nylon pants are hot as hell in the 90 degree heat and my t-shirt is a masterpiece of grunge. How nice it would be to don one of those cool bedsheets to keep off the sun and the flies...
My tinny backpack guitar came in handy during the boat trip. I played the ‘warm-up’ show around the campfire and was invited to sit in with the Nubian drum band in a big dance party for five boats. With everyone dancing around the fire in the desert and husky African voices singing a variation of “She’ll Be Comin’ Round the Mountain When She Comes - Ah, ya, ya, ya!” I picked out an afro-pop lead and had a once-in-a-lifetime performance thrill.
One downside of “going native,” however, is that virtually everyone on our boat got either diarrhea or the pukes from the different bugs in the food and water here. My bowels were running like the mighty Nile itself the morning we set sail -- only a good deal muddier. Thank goodness for Imodium...
I hope these travel columns are of use to readers in Northern Michigan. Egypt is very much a land of tourism, just like Northern Michigan. Of course, not everyone is nice as pie: some 60 Swiss tourists were massacred by radical militants 10 years ago here in Luxor, blowing the tourism scene to smithereens in the process and putting many thousands of tourist-dependent Egyptians at starvation’s door. Shock waves shook Egypt to its core after the massacre and thousands were arrested, along with new precautions, such as the tourist police and convoys to temples. Today, that sort of craziness couldn’t happen - knock on wood - because the locals would inform on anyone planning anything of the sort.
In my experience, I would recommend
Egypt as a destination for any American. Yeah,
this antique land is hot, dirty, and you might get the backdoor trots, but the people are nice, it’s dirt cheap, and the sights are as magical as 1,001 Arabian Nights. I hope you’ll join me in my next column, when I visit two of the holiest spots on earth to three great religions - Islam, Christianity and Judaism... Salaam!

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