My husband has, for years, castigated me for refusing to listening to Cat Stevens’ music. He makes two points, the first of which is valid, the second of which is not. First, he says, the music predates Stevens’ conversion. If I hear it on the radio, Stevens isn’t getting any royalties anyway, so there’s no harm, no foul.
This is true. But I still hate to hear Stevens because he irritates me so much. And why does he irritate me? Well, that gets to the second reason my husband scolds me, and as to that reason, my husband is wrong: “You don’t like him just because he’s a Muslim.” No, buddy. I don’t like him because he’s a jihadist who advocates the murder of those who disagree with Islam.
My twenty-year old mini-dispute with my husband (and it really is mini, because how often does Cat Stevens come up in daily life?) has suddenly taken on a bit more resonance for me, as my husband’s favorite comic du0 — Jon Stewart and Steven Colbert — happily and proudly hosted this jihadist at their rally to “restore sanity.” I know I’m picky, but I don’t consider it sane for Americans, especially Jewish Americans, to cavort with jihadists. I’m clearly out of step, though, with this “super hip” American zeitgeist.
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