This is, allegedly, the country where the will of the people is supposed to be carried on.This alleged will of the people seems at times to be nothing but an obscure after thought, a distant voice from the past. Wanting to read the pulse of contemporary citizens, I set out to impersonate a reporter at large. Microphone in hand and camera assistant pretending to have the know how, we hit the streets.
I consider myself a perceptive man, one who can pick the right person to ask the right questions of. I spotted my guy, and his girl friend. Great I thought, I get 2 voices, 2 minds.
I asked the girl first.
What is your name?.
Margarita Anderson Yuwan Carrasco Zing Jones, she answered.
And yours sir?
Muhamad Gonzales Stewart Martines Kruchev Tejwani O’Neal Pashtun
Very well, for the camera and microphone, and for the world to hear, what do you think of the hot button subject concerning the building of a mosque so near ground zero in New York?
The Muhamad in me wants to answer first, if I may my friend said the man. I would love to have a place of worship in New York.
Do you go there often?
No, but if I ever do.
Excuse me, chimed in the girl. The Anderson in me thinks it’s totally disrespectful to do that near a place where we lost so many Americans.
Wait, cut in the man. The Gonzales in me thinks it’s a good idea. I could probably get a construction job there.
Hold it said the girl. The Zing part of me wants to know, what about me? I’m not Muslim.What about my religion?
My O’Neal has something to say. We have been at war with each other for centuries. If any one knows about terrorism is us and we’re not trying to build a temple there.
That’s because half of New York is catholic, said the Tuwan in the girl. What about building a Buddist temple?
You argue so much, I feel like killing all of you, said the Pashtun in the guy.
I want all of you to shut up,chimes in the Kruchev, that’s the problem with religion, you never agree on anything.
Something in the Muhamad of me tells me that we just want to contribute to society and have a place to pray.
Hold it, the Jones in the girl suggests, I have some say here, don’t I?. I have friends who are missionaries to a foreign country. They write to me and tell me that they have to observe the traditions of the local people in that country in order to show respect. Just because we have freedom in the United States of America does that mean we don’t get respect from anyone? Are your individual freedoms more important than what this country represents to the world? What this country does for you? Freedom doesn’t deserve respect?. How crazy.
At that point, as the interviewer I had had enough of the man and the girl on the street,
Thank you both for your cooperation,I said, your information is valuable. I have to go.
As we packed it in and walked away I wondered why there were no Jewish voices in there. Are they just smarter? Hmmmmm. For my next interview maybe I should do “the Jewish man on the street”.
If you want the truth, talk to the ones on the street.