I love the quote …
"The majority? The majority sir, is an ass." Even though we will disagree … I still need to buy you a beer someday!
Man … that Mao quote reminds me of an experience I had with it when I was in college. At the risk of hijacking my thread, there is some humor in this. As well, it goes to your comment about “standing up”.
It was in 1979 that I had an "encounter" with some Iranians who came to my school to protest police efforts that stopped a riot about the Shah's family living in Beverly Hills. They had their black and red posters loaded with Maoist and Islamic slogans. I was probably a little hung over (
ok, a lot hung over) when this Iranian woman shoved a picture in my face of a LAPD or possibly LA County Sheriff’s car driving by a couple of “diving” Iranian rioters. She said, “Look at this police brutality!”
I kept walking not paying much attention. We always had some nut-job trying to sell your intellect something on campus and I had seen that picture before on the news. But after four or five steps something made me turn around.
I went back to her and gently asked if I could see that picture again. She started going off with her anti-America, anti-Shah, Islamo-bullshit and I said “No.” She stopped, looked at me kind of like a dog would when they turn their head to the side after you give them a command. But before she could say “woof”, I said, “No, that’s not police brutality. You see, if I were that cop (pointing at the picture), I would have got out of my car and it would have been ‘stick-time’ … that’s where I would put my nightstick up that dumb son of a bitch’s ass … sideways. Now that’s police brutality, bitch”.
Being at a somewhat liberal university in Southern Cal I don’t think she really expected that. And I wasn’t done with her yet either. I asked her if they “stayed up all night to figure out those cute slogans?” Her pride swelled past the shock of what I just told her and she was quick to reply that they were their slogans and that they “would march down the streets of Long Beach to prove it”. I pulled my sunglasses down so she could see my blue eyes and said, “That’s really funny, Mao said the same thing in 1949. By the way, if you are serious about this, when you come down my street I have a surprise for you.” By now, there were a couple of scrawny Iranian dudes that came up to stand by her. These guys were dressed like Martin & Ackroyd in the SNL skit about the “wild and crazy guys” that were “looking for foxes”. I winked at them and walked away.
Fun part was yet to come. I walked in to what we called the “Greek Room” where the folks in fraternities and sororities hang out. Just sat down to talk to some friends about this drop dead gorgeous Delta Gamma that I wanted to take out when the Iranians got on a PA system outside and started to talk about their Islamo-bullshit and how the Shah’s family was living large in BH because of the “American swine Jimmy Carter”. They went on with some “planted” questions which their moderator had canned answers for. Then they made a mistake … they asked if anyone wanted to ask a question. One of my friends looked at me and chided, “Hey RonJohn, how much more of this shit are you going to take?” Not much. I walked outside and right up to the mic. There were a few objections at first but after I said “You asked for questions, I have one … why, are you afraid I might ask a question that you haven’t rehearsed for?” I was allowed to have the mic for one question.
Asking a question was not exactly what I had in mind. I got up and begin to tell them that they blame everyone else for their “shithole existence” and it’s “time to play well with others”. About 75% or more of the crowd cheered. Their moderator was a little upset so he demanded in his best Farsi/English accent that I ask a question or get off the mic. Fair enough so I asked, “Do you think its right to come here to the USA on student-guest visas and tear up our neighborhoods so that MY tax dollars have to fix your mess? Screw you. Why don’t you clean up your own mess or better yet, why don’t you all just GO HOME?!?” Thought about adding to this because I was starting to have fun but they killed the mic on me.
I stepped off the podium and turned to the moderator/leader and said, “Here’s another question for you, why don’t you go f..k yourself?” Feeling pretty good about myself I started to walk away. Out of the blue, this dickwad turns the mic back on and says that I am “a CIA plant”. The small, pro-Iranian crowd started to chatter but they were very outnumbered and now being heckled and interrupted by a couple dozen guys from my fraternity and a few others that had started chanting, “USA all the way”. When they heard this guy say that I was a CIA plant, they alternated with “CIA all the way”. With the crowd against them, the Iranian protest quickly ended. Pretty comical for a typical hung over day in college.
I get home and my dad who had recently retired from LBPD asked how school was? Before I could answer, he says, “They got a lot of good pictures of you at school today.” One of his buddies from the PD called and said that they and the FBI were there taking pictures of everyone at this protest. When my dad’s friend recognized me, he called to tell my dad about it. He starts to laugh and says, “CIA plant? Yeah right!” Next day, front page of the school paper there was a big ‘ol picture of me at the mic pointing my finger at the crowd. Caption was “student Ron Johnson, leading counter demonstration”. A smaller secondary picture was of me in the face of one of the Iranians and they called me a “heckler” which I thought was funny. Guess that was my “fifteen minutes”.
Overall, a good experience for me. Stood up for our country, made my dad proud and I got a date from it.