Hi everyone.
I’m on my work computer on the perennially terrible Lebanese internet, in a relatively safe town. I’m talking about some stupid client KPIs in a meeting with a bunch of people around the world. An “important” meeting. The clients assume I’m in Dubai or somewhere like that, and I don’t correct them.
I’ll get asked “How are things in Lebanon?” by some coworker in Dubai or Europe after the call and I’ll say the classic “Alhamdulillah, my family and I are okay.” And we’re safe, we haven’t been bombed, not personally. I am lucky to work with decent people, but how could they understand. Will HR give me shit if they learn how much time I’ve spent out and about helping move essentials to shelters in the “dangerous outside world” instead of just burying myself at home “until it’s over”? Maybe I can get fired for putting myself in danger. Or maybe they give me leeway as a relatively senior person with the best English in my team who they get to pay less than everyone else because I don’t have a French passport - what a steal! (They pay me okay, and quite well compared to others around me, but we all know what this arrangement really is)
But corporate work, in normal times, rots the soul from the inside out. This is worse. I have to stare at the bad screen for hours while the EMTs dig people from under their homes. I have a duty to at least try to help my people, but I can’t. If I quit my job, my family loses this home and this security, and we have no place to go now that our original town is being bombed. I don’t come from money. I can’t just move or buy a house abroad or even a plane ticket (Lebanese people with no other nationality can’t go many places without a long visa process). I can’t “just move to Europe bro”, I can’t “just move to Dubai bro”. I have responsibilities. I’d love to move, but I can’t. Maybe I should.
Naturally, even nice coworkers cannot comprehend this. Besides, they need my input on the KPIs. This client is very important and number must go up after all. I hear another thud in the distance, through the crickets, I feel it in the pit of my stomach. Not close enough to threaten my life, but close enough to understand I might be next and that no area is truly safe.
This isn’t a woe is me post and I don’t want people in the comments feeling too sorry for my situation yeah. I still have my family, four limbs and two eyes, my home, a source of income in actual usable currency. Save your real sorrow for the people who have lost more both here and in the occupied territories. It could have been me in Gaza, it could have been you.
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Lebanon has been spiraling for some time, but I wouldn't say it's a dystopia. Or a utopia, of course. But it's genuine. People don't kick their kids out on the street at 18 like they apparently do in the US, kids don't get shot in school either. People don't get stabbed or mugged, sometimes harassed by beggars but there's usually not violent crime. More positively, there's a lot to do that isn't centered around making you pay for experiences. I feel like that might not be the case everywhere. At least when we're not being terrorized, Lebanon is... very chill. Chill with a side of feudalism, but that's not today's topic.
Most of us pull together, we have relatively tough social bonds from years of facing difficulties together. On paper everything is fucked: currency is worthless, terrible infrastructure, literal terrorist state looking to Lebensraum us with impunity, mob-run essential services. But I don't know how to leave this behind. I know how to live on 8 hours of electricity per day, I know how to ration bathing water and fuel. I don't know how to deal with the more complex shit I see people dealing with elsewhere online.
Like a ton of people move to Canada. Sure, I speak both English and French decently well. But isn't a house anywhere worth living prohibitively expensive? Our Canadian-Palestinian friends have been discriminated against for the past twenty years, am I going to have to live as a second class citizen? etc etc. Sure as a Lebanese Christian I think I'd get a pass where others won't, but I don't want a pass, I want a safe place to home. All I write here is from a place of relative privilege though. I don't deal with extra shit for being poor or from a religion whose followers tend to be poor, I'm not LGBT, I don't come from a border town, I wasn't born into a town or family that has tribalish skirmishes. It's easy for me to sit and wonder about immigration at my leisure.
There's also analysis paralysis, right. I can theoretically move to many countries. In practice, every place has pros and cons, and it looks like the cons keep piling up pretty much everywhere while the pros drop one by one. Although that applies to Lebanon as well. If I'm going to be struggling, where better to struggle than among friends and family, in the land I call home?
the people i descend from have been native to this country for thousands of years; but they need permission from the american government to live here. second class citizen is right; but if you're willful enough, you can pretend it's not true, like all of our politicians.
it sounds silly; but that's literally what's happening in this country with trump gaining ground on all minority voters until kamala entered the race.
and i think; for myself; it's telling that i was incensed by your first paragraph going over american stereotypes until i saw your third paragraph where you at least admit lebanon shits on their own minorities as much as this country does; or would do if lebanon were richer.
Oh I was just going off of my first impressions of different places that I’ll have to pick from sooner or later.
The getting kicked out of the house thing is mainly an American stereotype but it’s there in many western countries I think. I remember a podcast where an American journalist who was in Iraq during the past decade talked about how the Iraqis didn’t understand where all the homeless Americans come from. Like don’t they have families? Communities? Do people just kick out the mentally ill instead of keeping them safe? Etc. It’s about the structure of society and people’s bonds together, not just the economics.
Kids getting murdered at school is 100% an America only stereotype
Stabbing and robbing we associate a bit more with Europe.
Quite a few people here (waning majority I think) also think of the west as an unlivable hotbed of sexual decadence and LGBT “delinquency” but we both know that’s not in the bad column.
I wasn’t trying to bash the US in particular. I feel like I’d like to live there someday. It’s more of the dilemma of finding a place to go. The real dream is for things to work here but that’s not happening anytime soon and sadly we have more incentive to leave and save our skin than to stay and build for the future.
And oh boy do we shit on each other here. It’s not even minority vs majority, it’s pluralities with localized minorities, it’s retaliatory violence echoing centuries of small conflicts. You have to pay mobs for basic services. And no, doesn’t need to be richer, discrimination is alive and well in even the poorest areas. And of course, the militia that protects your town one year can shake it down the next (but that’s on us to deal with, not on the western armchair generals online). It’s not as simple as good guy bad guy. In many ways, probably almost every way, we are a failed society. But on good days, it’s chill. When things line up, Lebanon just works, even if it’s just for a short time.
I don’t envy your current election situation and won’t comment on it.