HOPE FOR IRAN
Shiraz, Iran. "Where are you from?" the Iranian man asked me.
With a big smile, I happily answered, "America." He responded with a smile of his own. "Ah, America... America Number One!"
He hooked his two index fingers together. "American people, Iranian people, good... friends." He unhooked his fingers and waved his hand in a gesture of contempt. "Governments, no good." We both belly-laughed.
I and my friends with me repeatedly had the same experience, whether in Tehran, Sari, Mashad, Yazd, Isfahan, Shiraz or Tabriz. We lost count of the people - men and women - who approached us to ask where we were from, and upon being told we were Americans, without exception they would react with surprise, then a beaming smile and say "Welcome."
We never once received a negative reaction or a frown. Collectively we've had encounters with hundreds of people over the past twelve days with people all over Iran who spoke some English, some well, some just a few words, and the one thing they wanted us to know was the abyss of difference between them - the people of Iran - and their government.
The mullahs who ran their government and preached hate for America did not speak for them. One lady covered in a black hejab tightly grasped the hand of one of the women among us to plead, "Please tell your friends in America that we Iranians are not their enemy."
As one shopkeeper in Isfahan's bazaar told us, "What I want is for more Americans to come to Iran, and for all the mullahs to leave." Here's how to do it -- and yes, there are my pictures.