Thursday, December 3, 2015

wherein I blog about Muslims

After the Paris attacks a few weeks ago, I heard one reporter say something about Europe being more vulnerable to terrorist attacks than the U.S. Maybe because of its closer geographic proximity to radical Islamists in the Middle East, or governments that are perhaps not so good at gathering intelligence about potential terrorists. But then he suggested maybe the reason was because Muslims are persecuted and maltreated more in Europe than they are in the U.S.

I wish I could remember who said it or even what network it was on. Having never been to Europe, and having never lived in a part of America that has a high Muslim population, I absolutely can’t confirm the truth of that statement. But it got me thinking.

What if that’s true?

If it is, I’m proud of the citizens of this country for respecting and loving Muslims despite the increasing pressure from politicians and media to “register” them, “profile” them, etc. And I sincerely hope that we continue to do so. My worry is that, after centuries of living in peace with Muslims, we will cave to this pressure.

It’s true that there are some Muslims out there who want to kill us. Some even live in this country. There are also white Christians out there who want to kill Muslims, or black people, or pro-choice baby-killers, etc. I’m so glad that that doesn’t make every non-Christian Muslim or black person or pro-choicer feel like I ought to be registered or profiled because I am a white Christian. I guess being in the "majority" helps me there. 

Being Muslim is not the same as being a terrorist. Being a terrorist is the same as being a terrorist. But we are being increasingly taught that this is not the case.

What if this is exactly what ISIS and other radicals want? They want us to fear Muslims, judge them, whisper about them when they walk by in their hijabs. They want more and more Muslims to feel like this country does not accept them, so that maybe, maybe, those more extreme individuals might decide to fight back against us. And maybe those who never even considered more extremist thoughts might begin considering them. That’s what ISIS wants. They want the United States to come alive with extremists to fight us from within. They’ve said so, many times.

The Paris attacks happened just before Thanksgiving, and I began to think about just how vulnerable we are to mass terrorist attacks. A crowded train station, shopping mall, airport—and a single bomb. Apparently they are easy to make. The Internet tells me there are an estimated 12 million Muslims living in this country, and yet, in the weeks since the Paris attacks when ISIS was calling on their followers with even greater fervor to commit the same atrocities in America, we were somehow able to hold a Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, numerous NFL and college football games, and Black Friday with the most egregious incidents involving a pretty bad snap to Aaron Rodgers and a couple of white people fighting over a GoPro.

And yes, we just saw something happen in San Bernardino involving Muslims who may have been radicalized. Fourteen people died.

Please understand that I in no way want to diminish the horribleness of this tragedy. But does that mean we should fear all the rest of those 11.9999 million Muslims? To judge them, and stare at them, and clutch nervously at our spouses as we pass the neighborhood mosque or find a Middle Eastern man sitting next to us on an airplane, and deny them services, and make them register—like a sexual offender or a mutant from the X-Men universe?

It is my not-so-educated opinion that that kind of treatment might make even the most peaceful of people begin to feel oppressed.

We are being told that the best defense against ISIS and radical extremists is to go about our business to prove to them that we’re not afraid. I concur with that statement, but want to add to it—I think our best defense is to go about our business among our Muslim friends and neighbors and prove to ISIS that we are not afraid.

I’m not overly optimistic that terrorists will never attack America again. It will probably happen. Yes, sometimes (especially lately) I fear what will be on the news when I turn on the TV. But I would honestly rather take a bullet from a misguided extremist than sacrifice my compassion and kindness in a misguided attempt to “feel safer”.





Sunday, August 16, 2015

#PitchWars blog hop!

This is going to be very short and not formatted (yet?) and contain no GIFs (and I say it like Jif, in case anyone cares - probably because I love peanut butter)...but I am literally trying to do this and pack my bags for a trip to Spokane all at the same time.

Plus there's some kind of funky zucchini casserole in my fridge that I don't want to eat and I can't stop thinking about it, because I so badly want to clean the casserole dish.

Um, anyway...

I wrote a novel about a slightly depressed geneticist from Missouri who unexpectedly lands herself in an undercover operation to bust a crime syndicate in Seattle. It was based in part on my own experiences a) as a geneticist and b) trying to become an FBI agent.

Want to know how the latter went down? I applied online, got selected to take a written test in Kansas City, "passed" said test, met with an agent in Jefferson City who administered a physical fitness exam (for which I had been training my booty off for months), passed said exam, and was wait-listed for the Dallas interview phase. If I passed the interview, I would have taken a polygraph, undergone an extensive background check, and then, potentially, been sent to Quantico.

Instead, while I was on the wait list, BAM. Federal hiring freeze of 2010. Go figure.

Anyway, after that I did lots of other stuff in my field, like catching mountain lions, tracking woodpeckers, trying the Peace Corps (and failing), being a geneticist some more, hanging out in a Honduras jungle, and then landing some jobs with state wildlife management agencies.

I now work for the state of Montana. And my job is SUPER DUPER BUSY like whoa.

But I still find time to write. And I love it. I love my day job, and I get to fly around in helicopters and little planes counting mountain goats, deer, elk, and gray wolves (there are tons of pics on Twitter). Unfortunately, I also have to attend public meetings and negotiate/administer changes to hunting regulations, drive to my regional headquarters ALL THE TIME for staff meetings, talk to residents who have wildlife problems (some of which can be really silly), pick up the occasional dead deer, and give hunters advice on where to go. Oh, and then my bighorn sheep herd got pneumonia, so I have to deal with that now.

I'm sort of a Leslie Knope of the wildlife world. LOCAL GOVERNMENT FTW.

But as a mentee, I will work my booty off. Just like I worked my booty off training for the FBI. I am so excited about this story, and I'm having so much fun with it, but I also know I could benefit from some experienced eyes. I entered #PitchWars last year with a fantasy story that I still love - I was unsuccessful landing a mentor, but I still had a blast and met some great people.

OK, I seriously need to go pack.