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DUBAI, United Arab Emirates (AP) An Iranian official Monday denied Tehran was involved in the stabbing of author Salman Rushdie, though he sought to justify the attack in the Islamic Republics first public comments on the bloodshed.
The remarks by Nasser Kanaani, the spokesman for Irans Foreign Ministry, came three days after Rushdie was wounded in New York state. The writer has been taken off a ventilator and is on the road to recovery, according to his agent.
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Regarding the attack against Salman Rushdie in America, we dont consider anyone deserving reproach, blame or even condemnation, except for (Rushdie) himself and his supporters, Kanaani said.
In this regard, no one can blame the Islamic Republic of Iran, he added. We believe that the insults made and the support he received was an insult against followers of all religions.
https://apnews.com/article/salman-rushdie-middle-east-iran-tehran-70f0ea8cc69bc2bf226cd3ac400f9db8
Backseat Driver
(4,394 posts)created will always offend, twisting and blending our imaginations. He's a treasure of real story-telling!
For a long while I have believed this is perhaps my version of Sir Darius Xerxes Camas belief in a fourth function of outsideness that in every generation there are a few souls, call them lucky or cursed, who are simply born not belonging, who come into the world semi-detached, if you like, without strong affiliation to family or location or nation or race; that there may even be millions, billions of such souls, as many non-belongers as belongers, perhaps; that, in sum, the phenomenon may be as natural a manifestation of human nature as its opposite, but one that has been mostly frustrated, throughout human history, by lack of opportunity.
And not only by that: for those who value stability, who fear transience, uncertainly, change, have erected a powerful system of stigmas and taboos against rootlessness, that disruptive, anti-social force, so that we mostly conform, we pretend to be motivated by loyalties and solidarities we do not really feel, we hide our secret identities beneath the false skins of those identities which bear the belongers seal of approval.
But the truth leaks out in our dreams; alone in our beds (because we are all alone at night, even if we do not sleep by ourselves), we soar, we fly, we flee. And in the waking dreams our societies permit, in our myths, our arts, our songs, we celebrate the non-belongers, the different ones, the outlaws, the freaks.
What we forbid ourselves we pay good money to watch, in a playhouse or a movie theater, or to read about between the secret covers of a book. Our libraries, our palaces of entertainment tell the truth. The tramp, the assassin, the rebel, the thief, the mutant, the outcast, the delinquent, the devil, the sinner, the traveler, the gangster, the runner, the mask: if we did not recognize in them our least-fulfilled needs, we would not invent them over and over again, in every place, in every language, in every time.
― Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet