Friday, May 11, 2012

Time's 1952 Man of the Year Mossadegh Article


This article is quite insightful and revealing of elite American attitudes to a man who tried to pursue what he believed to be in Iran's best interests. Interesting to keep in mind this is long before Ayatollah Khomeini and the specter of Islam was constructed in American minds.

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January 7, 1952

Once upon a time, in a mountainous land between Baghdad and the Sea of Caviar, there lived a nobleman. This nobleman, after a lifetime of carping at the way the kingdom was run, became Chief Minister of the realm. In a few months he had the whole world hanging on his words and deeds, his jokes, his tears, his tantrums. Behind his grotesque antics lay great issues of peace or war, progress or decline, which would affect many lands far beyond his mountains.

His methods of government were peculiar. For example, when he decided to shift his governors, he dropped into a bowl slips of paper with the names of provinces; each governor stepped forward and drew a new province. Like all ministers, the old nobleman was plagued with friends, men-of-influence, patriots and toadies who came to him with one proposal or another. His duty bade him say no to these schemes, but he was such a kindly fellow (in some respects) that he could not bear to speak the word. He would call in his two-year-old granddaughter and repeat the proposal to her, in front of the visitor. Since she was a well- brought-up little girl, to all these propositions she would unhesitatingly say no. “How can I go against her?” the old gentleman would ask. After a while, the granddaughter, bored with the routine, began to answer yes occasionally. This saddened the old man, for it ruined his favorite joke, and might even have made the administration of the country more inefficient than it was already.

In foreign affairs, the minister pursued a very active policy—so active that in the chancelleries of nations thousand of miles away, lamps burned late into the night as other governments tried to find a way of satisfying his demands without ruining themselves. Not that he ever threatened war. His weapon was the threat of his own political suicide, as a willful little boy might say, “If you don’t give me what I want I’ll hold my breath until I’m blue in the face. Then you’ll be sorry.”

In this way, the old nobleman became the most world-renowned man his ancient race had produced for centuries.

In this way, too, he increased the danger of a general war among nations, impoverished his country and brought it and some neighboring lands to the very brink of disaster.

Breathing in the Rose Garden



نبیند مدعى جز خویشتن را / که دارد پرده پندار در پیش

گرت چشم خدا بینى ببخشند / نبینى هیچ کس عاجزتر از خویش


May the accuser see no one but himself / He who has drawn curtains before his thoughts

If that he were endowed with eyes of God consciousness / That he would see no one weaker than himself




-- Saadi in Golestan or the "Rose Garden": باب دوّم ‐ در اخلاق درویشان : حکایت ۷ 

Once in a garden where we have not yet been

We may meet and find flowers no one has ever seen