She sighed, and sounded pained as she answered.
“Yeah, I guess that’s where we’ll end up, in museums … It may have been our country once, Uncle, a long time ago … in the past. But that’s all over. Today, we are all infidels and second-class citizens.”
“Infidels, shminfidels! As soon as things settle down, life will be good again … it’s just a matter of time. Things are far better now than they were three or four years ago.”
“How so, Uncle? What is it that’s going to be better after all the killing, the slaughter, and displacement?”
“Maha, my dear, many countries and peoples have gone through far worse, and then things settled down.That’s the cycle of history.”
“Please, Uncle, what kind of talk is this? Go outside and see how they’re treating people in the streets, and at their jobs, and then come and tell me that it’ll all go back to normal. No way!”
She was red-hot with anger and waved her right hand in the air for emphasis, and although her husband placed his left hand on her arm to get her to tone down, she carried right on.
“I’d like to know when you think our situation, I mean the situation of Iraqi Christians, was unimpeachable.When was it that there was no discrimination or racism?”
“With all due respect, honey, you’re still very young. What’s going on now is out of the ordinary. In the old days…”
“Uncle, I know nothing about the old days! Nor do I want to know… All I want is to live with dignity and be treated like a human being!”
“Yes, that is your right … but history…”
She interrupted me again. “What history, for God’s sake…! You’re just living in the past,