I am always frustrated when people try to ban books that speak about the harsh realities of human history. I can sort of understand wanting to shield children from those atrocities, but to what end? Especially when those books are being challenged at the high school level, at a time in their academic careers when students are supposed to study the events of global history. I’ll be the first to admit that I didn’t remember much of what we learned about Iran from the lectures of my global history class, but I am fairly certain I won’t ever forget Satrapi’s story. Not only does this graphic novel provide an accurate timeline, but it also illustrates, with both words and images, how the Iranian people were affected by the Islamic Revolution. Sure, I found some of the stories/images to be upsetting — particularly the scenes in which men recalled the ways in which they were tortured — but no more so than stories and images from my studies of the Holocaust. The way I see it, we owe it to our children to be real with them so they can fully appreciate the current situation in Iran.
Experiencing this revolution through the eyes of a child helped me to understand, on a very basic level, both the scope of what happened and the complexities of Iranian history that are glossed over in a classroom. Things are not nearly as “black and white” as many people would like to believe. I won’t soon forget the mix of sadness and fascination Marjane experienced, for example, when she listened to her Uncle Anoosh’s stories about his life in exile and then when he was captured and put in prison; nor her anguish when he was sent back to prison and she could be his only visitor. History textbooks don’t usually appeal to me, but narratives like this are hard to put down! I was very impressed to see how seamlessly Satrapi included names and dates vital to learning about the revolution within the context of such a compelling story.
I think that a first person account, such as this, makes it much easier for readers to understand how some people could have been manipulated to accept the extreme changes that were made — like the re-writing of textbooks, moving away from bilingual and coed schools, and making women and girls wear veils in public. (FYI, in case you didn’t already know, fear is an amazingly effective motivational tool.) Yet, I found that my disgust at the tactics used against these people was outweighed by hope. It was inspirational to learn about people who found the strength to stand up for what they believed in and to revolt against what they knew to be wrong, despite all they stood to lose. I can only pray that this message of hope is what young people take away from this story and that future generations turn that hope into actions that will bring about peace.
Happy Banned Books Week!