Saudi-Backed Muslim Man Admits In Court: "Basic" Islamic Behavior Is a Crime
One of my earliest memories of a negative run-in with Muslims here in America happened at, of all places, a Denny's restaurant in La Mirada, California. This was a long time ago, before Muslims were on my radar in any real sense. I knew that there were Muslims around, especially Iranians, but I really didn't give them or their religion much thought. I was, I think, around 17 years old at the time (i.e. a long time ago, as in the President was Reagan, the hot TV show was Dallas and the Specials were still recording...).
I was sitting in a booth, smoking like a fiend and drinking bad coffee, talking and laughing with my friends. It was around 2 in the morning, so the crowd was young, mostly people from the nearby neighborhoods getting the traditional post-show late-night meal.
People were coming and going and the place was crowded. The cashier was a bit harried. I strolled over to use the bathroom and pay for my separate check. In line in front of me were two over-dressed young men, white suits, too much jewelry, smelling of cheap cologne. They were talking to each other in a foreign language, the sound and cadence of which I recognized as Farsi. After a few minutes, a young woman joined the pair, coming from the bathroom. When she arrived, the two switched from their native tongue to labored but passable English. The woman (as I thought of her then, though looking back she was probably only around 22) smiled in a wary kind of way, as if she was signaling something. Like she was in trouble or something and was ingratiating herself with her smile.
My creep-alarm was just going off when one of our pair decided that he had waited in line long enough. With the flat of his hand he slapped the hard counter, startling the distracted cashier/manager and getting around half the restaurant's attention. I don't remember his exact words, but he demanded to be taken care of.
My alarm went up to the next notch. The girl began pleading. Please, she said, they're just busy, it'll just be a minute, go wait in the car, I'll take care of it.
The guy ignored her while his buddy grabbed her arm and pulled her to the side. The woman around the counter apologized, said something about being busy and informed him that she was the manager. The Iranian guy blew his cheeks out in a way that said "yeah, great, a woman, no wonder this place is a dump."
He got in her face and started in on the manager about how long they've been waiting, using cuss words. Right then, the waiter who had been serving us came from the side station and stood behind his manager. The waiter was about 6'2" and he had a look that said "you start something with her, you will deal with me."
The Iranian took out a thick wad of 20-dollar bills, peeled off two, threw them on the counter and turned around to charge out with his friend. The Farsi started up then, between them.
When they left the tension level in the restaurant subsided, and I paid my check while my friends gathered around me, waiting. We joked with the manager, who was moderately shaken up, and one of my friends slapped the waiter who had come to her rescue on the back. We left him a big tip and headed outside to our scooters.
Some of my friends went one way to a car, and I talked with two of my other friends while we were getting on our scooters. We were going our separate ways. One pulled off one way, the other the other, and I was last. Just as I made a small turn from the front of the restaurant to the aisle that led to the street I wanted, I heard a strange sound. A startled gasp, muffled.
I saw a car off to the side, its cabin light on, then off very quickly as a man slammed the door angrily.
But the light was on long enough for me to see the scene. Two men in the front, the driver slow to get in while the passenger, who had done all the yelling in the restaurant, was half-turned over the front seat where he had just administered a hard slap to the face of the blond in the backseat. Just prior to the light flicking off, he turned and saw me looking. The driver saw me as well, which is why he dove into the driver seat and had closed the door so quickly.
I stopped my scooter, unsure of what to do. Looking back, I'm ashamed at what I thought: "don't put yourself in a dangerous situation, alone, on behalf of some dumbass who is hanging out with foreign cologne boys with money." There was even a hint of "serves her right" in there, I'm sure of it.
But there was another part of me, the part that kept me rooted there, feet down on the asphalt. The car past me on my right. The driver had the heavily-tinted window down about half way, so all I could see was him. He looked at me with hatred and contempt. Then they drove off into the night. The last thing I remember noting was that they had a license plate frame from one of the big Iranian Los Angeles car dealerships that you always saw Iranian guys driving around in. They headed up Beach Blvd. towards the 5 onramp, where I guessed they were returning to L.A.
There weren't many words that had passed between any of the parties there that night, but I remember picking up from these guys their utter contempt for those not them, for having to deal with us, for having these lower life-forms ruining their world. They dripped contempt, looking at people the way people look at dogshit they've found on their shoe. I quickly forgot the episode, until earlier tonight.
That was when I read the tale of Homaidan al-Turki, a Saudi man in a spot of trouble with the good people of Colorado. According to the Rocky Mountain News, al-Turki was arrested after authorities were tipped off that he had with him a young Indonesian woman who cooked, cleaned and worked for him and provided sexual favors on command, all without pay or regard for her status as a human being.
In other words, al-Turki was keeping a slave.
A slave. In the United States. After what we've been through as a nation, after our most disastrous and righteous war. In the year 2006. A slave. In Colorado.
Al-Turki was arrested and promptly bailed by no less an entity than the Saudi Arabian Embassy in Washington, D.C. Al-Turki, the Saudis and the wider Muslim world turned the man in to the latest Muslim victim of Western intolerance and Islamophobia, but 12 good people of Arapahoe County had the last word.
Yesterday, a judge sentenced al-Turki to 20 years to life in state prison.
At the sentencing, al-Turki had this to say to Judge Mark Hannen:
What al-Turki says here is quite right. How insensitive of us to punish him, when clearly:
-- unlawful sexual contact with force = "basic...traditional Muslim behavior"
-- criminal extortion = "basic...traditional Muslim behavior"
-- theft = "basic...traditional Muslim behavior"
-- false imprisonment = "basic...traditional Muslim behavior"
-- conspiracy = "basic...traditional Muslim behavior"
You heard the man. Presumably, al-Turki is not an evil Zionist neo-con Islamophobe with an agenda.
Nope, he is a Saudi-backed, Ummah-backed, proud Muslim saying in open court what those with sense already know: Islamic values are not only not our values, they amount to a crime. Why are we allowing such people to immigrate here?
This Muslim says basic Muslim behavior is criminal.
This other Muslim says it is the duty of Muslims everywhere to kill Americans.
The Islamic Republic says its their basic Muslim duty to proclaim "Death to America".
Here's an idea: let's take them at their word and believe them.
I was sitting in a booth, smoking like a fiend and drinking bad coffee, talking and laughing with my friends. It was around 2 in the morning, so the crowd was young, mostly people from the nearby neighborhoods getting the traditional post-show late-night meal.
People were coming and going and the place was crowded. The cashier was a bit harried. I strolled over to use the bathroom and pay for my separate check. In line in front of me were two over-dressed young men, white suits, too much jewelry, smelling of cheap cologne. They were talking to each other in a foreign language, the sound and cadence of which I recognized as Farsi. After a few minutes, a young woman joined the pair, coming from the bathroom. When she arrived, the two switched from their native tongue to labored but passable English. The woman (as I thought of her then, though looking back she was probably only around 22) smiled in a wary kind of way, as if she was signaling something. Like she was in trouble or something and was ingratiating herself with her smile.
My creep-alarm was just going off when one of our pair decided that he had waited in line long enough. With the flat of his hand he slapped the hard counter, startling the distracted cashier/manager and getting around half the restaurant's attention. I don't remember his exact words, but he demanded to be taken care of.
My alarm went up to the next notch. The girl began pleading. Please, she said, they're just busy, it'll just be a minute, go wait in the car, I'll take care of it.
The guy ignored her while his buddy grabbed her arm and pulled her to the side. The woman around the counter apologized, said something about being busy and informed him that she was the manager. The Iranian guy blew his cheeks out in a way that said "yeah, great, a woman, no wonder this place is a dump."
He got in her face and started in on the manager about how long they've been waiting, using cuss words. Right then, the waiter who had been serving us came from the side station and stood behind his manager. The waiter was about 6'2" and he had a look that said "you start something with her, you will deal with me."
The Iranian took out a thick wad of 20-dollar bills, peeled off two, threw them on the counter and turned around to charge out with his friend. The Farsi started up then, between them.
When they left the tension level in the restaurant subsided, and I paid my check while my friends gathered around me, waiting. We joked with the manager, who was moderately shaken up, and one of my friends slapped the waiter who had come to her rescue on the back. We left him a big tip and headed outside to our scooters.
Some of my friends went one way to a car, and I talked with two of my other friends while we were getting on our scooters. We were going our separate ways. One pulled off one way, the other the other, and I was last. Just as I made a small turn from the front of the restaurant to the aisle that led to the street I wanted, I heard a strange sound. A startled gasp, muffled.
I saw a car off to the side, its cabin light on, then off very quickly as a man slammed the door angrily.
But the light was on long enough for me to see the scene. Two men in the front, the driver slow to get in while the passenger, who had done all the yelling in the restaurant, was half-turned over the front seat where he had just administered a hard slap to the face of the blond in the backseat. Just prior to the light flicking off, he turned and saw me looking. The driver saw me as well, which is why he dove into the driver seat and had closed the door so quickly.
I stopped my scooter, unsure of what to do. Looking back, I'm ashamed at what I thought: "don't put yourself in a dangerous situation, alone, on behalf of some dumbass who is hanging out with foreign cologne boys with money." There was even a hint of "serves her right" in there, I'm sure of it.
But there was another part of me, the part that kept me rooted there, feet down on the asphalt. The car past me on my right. The driver had the heavily-tinted window down about half way, so all I could see was him. He looked at me with hatred and contempt. Then they drove off into the night. The last thing I remember noting was that they had a license plate frame from one of the big Iranian Los Angeles car dealerships that you always saw Iranian guys driving around in. They headed up Beach Blvd. towards the 5 onramp, where I guessed they were returning to L.A.
There weren't many words that had passed between any of the parties there that night, but I remember picking up from these guys their utter contempt for those not them, for having to deal with us, for having these lower life-forms ruining their world. They dripped contempt, looking at people the way people look at dogshit they've found on their shoe. I quickly forgot the episode, until earlier tonight.
That was when I read the tale of Homaidan al-Turki, a Saudi man in a spot of trouble with the good people of Colorado. According to the Rocky Mountain News, al-Turki was arrested after authorities were tipped off that he had with him a young Indonesian woman who cooked, cleaned and worked for him and provided sexual favors on command, all without pay or regard for her status as a human being.
In other words, al-Turki was keeping a slave.
A slave. In the United States. After what we've been through as a nation, after our most disastrous and righteous war. In the year 2006. A slave. In Colorado.
Al-Turki was arrested and promptly bailed by no less an entity than the Saudi Arabian Embassy in Washington, D.C. Al-Turki, the Saudis and the wider Muslim world turned the man in to the latest Muslim victim of Western intolerance and Islamophobia, but 12 good people of Arapahoe County had the last word.
Al-Turki was convicted this summer of 12 felony counts of unlawful sexual contact with use of force, one felony count of criminal extortion and one felony count of theft. He also was found guilty of two misdemeanors: false imprisonment and conspiracy to commit false imprisonment.
Yesterday, a judge sentenced al-Turki to 20 years to life in state prison.
At the sentencing, al-Turki had this to say to Judge Mark Hannen:
"Your honor, I am not here to apologize, for I cannot apologize for things I did not do and for crimes I did not commit. The state has criminalized these basic Muslim behaviors. Attacking traditional Muslim behaviors was the focal point of the prosecution,"
What al-Turki says here is quite right. How insensitive of us to punish him, when clearly:
-- unlawful sexual contact with force = "basic...traditional Muslim behavior"
-- criminal extortion = "basic...traditional Muslim behavior"
-- theft = "basic...traditional Muslim behavior"
-- false imprisonment = "basic...traditional Muslim behavior"
-- conspiracy = "basic...traditional Muslim behavior"
You heard the man. Presumably, al-Turki is not an evil Zionist neo-con Islamophobe with an agenda.
Nope, he is a Saudi-backed, Ummah-backed, proud Muslim saying in open court what those with sense already know: Islamic values are not only not our values, they amount to a crime. Why are we allowing such people to immigrate here?
This Muslim says basic Muslim behavior is criminal.
This other Muslim says it is the duty of Muslims everywhere to kill Americans.
The Islamic Republic says its their basic Muslim duty to proclaim "Death to America".
Here's an idea: let's take them at their word and believe them.


