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Edited on Sun Oct-08-06 03:30 PM by igil
their faces. Even trick-or-treaters. They have the right to wear a veil, if they want. Or a Richard Nixon mask. No matter. I have a right not to talk to them, if I want. If they have something I want, I can weight the relative importance of my cultural expectation and my personal want. Same for them, if I have something they want. If they value their veil over their want, that's their judgment; they're entitled to it, but it's not imposed on them from outside, it's imposed on them by themselves.
It's the usual "cultural awareness and cultural accommodation" rigamarole. I have one set of cultural expectations for my behavior and those around me. People from another culture have a different set of expectations.
When I'm in their culture, as I am from time to time (in my case, Russian, Czech, Spanish, or Polish), I try to abide by their restrictions and standards of conduct to the greatest extent possible, until it violates the most liberal reading of what I can tolerate. My expectation is reciprocality. Oddly, I find that most people have the same kind of expectation. They overlook breaches of cultural etiquette, as long as I wasn't aware of it when I broke the rules, and take willful, demanding violation of them as intentional disrespect--and compliance as neutral or as a sign of respect.
But when I refuse to abide by a cultural requirement when I'm abroad, and run afoul of cultural expectations, I don't expect them to be pleased with my demands that they honor my culture in their country, and conform to my expectations: how selfish is that, expecting strangers to conform to my expectations because, well, they're *my* expectations. We find workarounds, or I explain my problem: if they aren't willing to yield voluntarily, I abandon the field of Kulturkampf. The same works in personal relations.
I don't eat pork or shrimp, but do eat chicken and beef. In Poland, our host served us a traditional Polish dinner. With pork. I abided by her menu; I didn't eat pork, but neither did I expect her to alter her menu. In fact, I thanked her heartily, and put her at ease, stretching the truth in saying that everything was great. When I invited some of the grad students working over for dinner, I didn't know one was vegan. She found stuff to eat, but not much. She was respectful: She got an e-mail asking about dietary restrictions, and did not reply, so she didn't utter a word of complaint. I found out she was a vegan a week later.
The Muslim women who interpret their fiqh to require that they cover their faces should simply find another doctor; if it's an inconvenience, it's a self-imposed one that they, and only they, are responsible for.
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