Arabs of Chicagoland - Hanania, Ray
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Arabs first settled in Chicagoland in the mid-19th century, when immigrants from all parts of the world were flowing steadily into the U.S. As tensions in the Arab world flared, immigration increased--the first to arrive were Lebanese Christians, followed by Muslim Palestinians. Today, there are more than 250,000 Arabs in the Chicago area, with equal numbers of Christians and Muslims. A part of the fabric of Chicago, Arabs serve in many roles, from business leaders to elected officials to judges, doctors, engineers, journalists, and more. In the wake of the tragedy of September 11, 2001, Arab…mehr

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Arabs first settled in Chicagoland in the mid-19th century, when immigrants from all parts of the world were flowing steadily into the U.S. As tensions in the Arab world flared, immigration increased--the first to arrive were Lebanese Christians, followed by Muslim Palestinians. Today, there are more than 250,000 Arabs in the Chicago area, with equal numbers of Christians and Muslims. A part of the fabric of Chicago, Arabs serve in many roles, from business leaders to elected officials to judges, doctors, engineers, journalists, and more. In the wake of the tragedy of September 11, 2001, Arab Americans have come under great scrutiny and have suffered much misunderstanding. Now, this book, which explores their integral role in Chicagoland's growth, is especially important.
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I live in a constant state of fear. I grew up in an age of fright, hiding under my desk in school to prevent radiation poisoning during a nuclear atomic blast. Sputnik cruising in the night sky made me restless in my sleep. The growth of the news media only made the fear worsen. There was death and devastation on nearly every page. And then television brought it to me in living color. Hollywood took it from the TV box and splashed it across the big screen. Technology changed it all from reports of yesterday's news to instant delivery everywhere I turned. Soon, I was living the terror. On September 11, 2001, I was sitting comfortably in my 2000 Lincoln LS, what I felt was the supreme evolution of the new millennium. I was heading downtown to my job as vice president of Public Affairs for a Chicago communications agency. I had opened up the full eight cylinders of the silver car, cruising down the Stevenson Expressway (I-55) during rush hour traffic at a stop-and-go pace of 20 miles per hour. My cellular telephone was in my right hand against my ear, oblivious to reports of cancer-caused brain damage. The radio news dial was set to 91.4 FM, the local NPR affiliate, WBEZ. My left hand casually rested on the steering wheel when the news broke in at around 7:48 AM. A "small plane" had struck one of the towers of the World Trade Center. It was as if my older brother had just jumped out from behind a wall, startling me into pure white-faced shock as a child decades before. "My God. Please don't let this be an act of terrorism," I prayed. I just couldn't take it again. Minutes later, I thought my worst fears had been realized when the announcer reported that a second jet had slammed into the second tower and then disintegrated into a massive ball of flames and black smoke. I thought they were my worst fears realized, but they were not. Everyday after for more than a month, it just got worse. This book had originally been written as a sort of therapy after the April 1996 bombing of the Murrah Federal building in Oklahoma City. That bombing left a scar I could never erase, but it was never as powerful a moment in time as was the exact moment that I heard my school mate yell to me from across the Joseph Warren Elementary school playground that "The President was assassinated." The moment was burned into my mind forever. The car crash death of Britain's Princess Di was another moment of searing memory that could never be erased. ...