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Pakistan picked on by press
Women are not burned alive in
Pakistan. Neither are infant females
buried alive there, as was falsely
reported in the March 1995 issue of
When I first came to Nebraska,
very few people knew that Pakistan
even existed. All the people around
me wanted to know how it was and
flooded me with questions and
wanted to visit. I told my listeners
about the scenic beauty, the historic
heritage, the colorful culture and the
archeological discoveries. I told
about the hospitable and loving
people of my country. I wanted
these friends of mine to go there. I
was excited and proud of my
But lately I have again been
flooded with questions. This time it
is different. All the things I said
about Pakistan makes no sense to
them now. The media continues to
project a one-sided view.
I asked myself, why all this
propaganda against Pakistan and
Pakistanis? Does the media really
care about the people there? The
answer is no.
The media just exploits things,
creating more problems and
negative images and ignoring the
results or the solutions to the
problems. It seems like they just
want to trigger the minds of ignorant
Americans against the innocent and
harmless people of the Eastern
For the last 20 years, Muslims in
general have been the prime target
for the media, and lately, Pakistan
has become their bull’s-eye.
Everything the media portrays
about Muslims and Pakistanis has
always been negative. Thepositive
aspects arejiever shown. This gives
the general public an idea that the
only things these people can do
involve terrorist activities and
hatred towards the West.
For the past months the headlines
of the newspapers have been packed
with propaganda against Pakistan
and have not even once mentioned
Pakistan’s name in a positive light.
What about the Pakistani peace
keeping forces in Bosnia, Cambo
dia, Somalia and Haiti, and in the
Middle East during the Gulf war?
None of the news ever mentioned
It was a big thing when two
French men died in Bosnia and
gained the attention of the world.
What about the hundreds of Paki
stanis who lost their lives trying to
promote peace in the above
mentioned countries? Aren’t they
human? Don’t they have feelings
and families? Isn’t the color of their
blood the same as the French, or
their dedication to maintaining
peace just as strong as the others’?
The other day, I was minding my
own business when a woman yelled
out of her car, “Are you going to
bomb the building?”
“Ignorant people!” I yelled back
at the top of my lungs as rage
traveled through my pores like
“Chill out, brother,” my brother
said in a comforting tone. He is
younger but much smarter than me.
“It’s not her fault. She is doing
exactly what the media is project
A couple of weeks ago, CNN had
a report on the kids of Pakistan,
showing how Pakistani people have
child labor in their industries. The
media made a big issue about it, not
discussing how the problem formed
and its roots. Did no one know
about this before? Come on now.
The United Nations has been buying
surgical instruments from Pakistan
for years, knowing that kids made
them. Now big companies like
Adidas have boycotted buying from
Pakistan if child labor is used.
I know it is not fair to have kids
work. This has been happening for
years. It’s not a new thing, in
Pakistan or in any of the Third
World countries. I know something
should be done about it.
But is boycotting the answer? I
don’t think so. By doing this, you
are taking their bread and butter.
You are not in their shoes and do
not know what they have to do to
If the media really cared, it
would have done something to solve
the problems and not just create
more. What did this do for those
kids? Nothing. Just another dead kid
on the street.
Iqbal Maseh, who was killed in
Pakistan last week, was a perfect
example of what the media does.
Big headlines read, “Kid killed in
cold blood in Pakistan.” The media
doesn’t care; it just wants to sell the
This news was also published in
our newspaper. I couldn’t believe it.
Last year, the Pakistan Students
Association at UNL had its second
annual night. Something to promote
the culture and cuisine for the
community; even Gov. Nelson
came. But did we make the head
lines? Not at all.
What does that prove? Any
attempt to put down the Pakistanis
should make headlines, and any
attempt to help them is kept quiet.
Nebraska, among other places,
needs more cultural awareness and
not false projection. The people
here have accepted me, and I have a
lot of love and respect for them.
Lincoln has become my second
home and the people my family, far
from my own. And I like it that way.
So to all those who do not care
about my people and do not want to
solve our problems, the least you
can do is not create more problems
for the people there and for the
people here. And also, don’t pretend
that you care.
Bashir ts a senior food science major
and a Dally Nebraskan colnmnlst
Swimsuit wearer bares soul
Summer has its flaws, just like
the rest of us.
I think the season made a mistake
by letting the word swimsuit become
a part of its definition.
I decided to lessen my swimsuit
shock syndrome by preparing for
my summer earlier this year. For the
past three months I’ve been reli
giously sweating on the Stairmaster
and panting through Power Step
I have to do this, you see. I have
to stop this cyclical pattern of
waiting until the first of June to
figure out I’m a healthy and mod
estly-figured woman, so that by the
time fall comes around I look
halfway decent in my swimsuit.
Ah, but come this May 15, when
I get up to Minnesota (the water
blessed heavens of the Midwest),
I’ll have 10 pounds and 2 percent
less body fat on my womanly figure.
That means I’m starting the summer
with just a slight less jiggle in my
conservative swimsuit. Amen.
Granted, now I’m on a rampage,
and I plan to come back to school in
the fall looking like Cindy
Crawford. (After all, Cindy is a big
woman too, although she nas the
time and the money to hide her large
bones under a perfectly lean mass,
I decided back in February that
this would be the year to aid my
pattern. I have one year until
graduation, and I think by now I
should be able to handle my stresses
without a bag of Doritos and a
dessert run to The Garden Cafe.
Besides, I love to exercise. I
always have. I love the pain and the
mental anguish. I love to push
myself. It’s just that college has
been difficult for me when it comes
to being consistent with anything,
much less working out.
Plus, this year I plan cm working
on my spray. Yeah, I know it sounds
rough. I water ski weekly, if not
daily, all summer. For the past two
years I’ve had the best summer job
on one of America’s 10 most
beautiful lakes, according to House
Beautiful magazine. Anal’ll brag
about it, because I know this is the
last summer I’m going to have the
luxury of having three months off to
But once again I’ll be living in
my swimsuit, and at least this year I
won’t waste the first month living in
paranoia of my butt. It’s not that I’m
so insecure that I won’t go out in
public. I think that’s ridiculous. I
may have some hips going on, but
that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy
myself. And it certainly won’t keep
me from being active.
Just because I was blessed with
the means of bearing children more
easily doesn’t mean I’m going to let
it keep me from doing the things I
want to. So what if I don’t have
stick legs and big boobs like those
damn magazine models (and I mean
“damn,” because it’s become so
socially accepted as beautiful that it
makes me sick).
1 think I was lucky, though, with
men. I was fortunate enough to meet
some great guy friends on the lake
who never once made me paranoid
to be in a swimsuit around them. (I
may be a feminist, but I am human,
and I do wonder what men are
thinking at times.) Granted, they got
a few free shows when my swimsuit
wasn’t exactly cm right, but you’ve
got to expect that when you play
water sprats. And besides, they
liked me because I took chances, not
because I was something for them to
Taking chances gave me more
confidence with water skiing, not to
mention feeling completely comfort
able being half-naked in front of
men. Even when all my girlfriends
look like those damn magazine
OK then, I’m ready. I’m looking
forward to taking my long runs
down the beautiful tree-lined dirt
roads of upper Minnesota.
Last I heard, though, upper
Minnesota still had some ice on its
lakes. Hmmm, that leaves me
approximately five to eight weeks
until I can start lying out in the sun.
That’s approximately five more
pounds and two percent more of
body fat. Ooooh, that’ll be just
That is, of course, if I can make it
through finals week without that
sinful temptation for caramel and
raisin bread pudding at The Garden
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Girls go to work;
many say not fair
Where was I when “Take Our
Daughters To Work” Day got
turned into “What About the
Boys?” Day? How did an event
created to give girls a turn in the
spotlight end up with so much
attention on boys? And why does
this sound familiar?
In 1992, an enterprising group
of women came up with an idea
to counteract the incredible
shrinking aspirations of adoles
cent girls. They’d read the dismal
news that somewhere after fourth
grade, girls’ horizons collapsed
along with their self-esteem.
Their confident voices were
replaced by awkward silences or
“I don’t knows.”
The women at the Ms.
Foundation hoped that even a
one-day workplace special would
give girls a positive look at the
future. “We said, girls are
important,” recalls the president,
Marie Wilson. “They ought to be
visible, valuable and heard.”
The idea of taking daughters to
work took off. For one day in
1993 and another in 1994, the
conversation and attention in
thousands of workplaces across
the country focused on girls.
But almost from the beginning,
there was a choir of boys and
others in the background chanting
“It isn’t fair.” Now, as the third
annual ‘Take Our Daughters To
Work” Day comes on Thursday,
Wilson says, the calls she has had
from the media have become
variations on the theme of “What
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This could be easily dismissed
as an example of the media’s
perennial search for a new angle.
But this year many companies are
feeling pressured to change the
emphasis and the name to “Take
A Child To Work” Day.
In some ways, this controversy
has become an ironic reflection of
the very problem that the daugh
ters’ day founders set out to
counter. In fact, it’s a reflection
of the research about what goes
on in the classroom itself. In
room after room, the boys’ hands
shoot up first, demanding and
getting the lion’s share of the
The same thing is happening
everywhere. These days, every
time Black History Month rolls
around, someone is sure to say,
“What about White History
Month?” Every affirmative action
— I use the words literally —
designed to make up for past
discrimination is reviled as
Talk about unfairness to men
and you'll get a sympathetic nod.
Talk about unfairness to women
and you will —take my word for
it—get accused of male-bashing.
There is more attention to
instances and anecdotes of
preferential treatment than to the
patterns of prejudicial treatment.
In this case, we are urged to
worry about being fair to boys’
aspirations. Meanwhile, a full 95
percent of the senior managers in
the country are men.
I wonder if the current
attention focused on every male
protest is an automatic response
to power. Last fall, when the GOP
victory was attributed to angry
white men, a panoply of Demo
crats, including women, sounded
like battered wives asking
themselves, “What did I do to
make him mad?”
Is that what’s going on here?
- I know that every boy does not
become a CEO. As Marie Wilson
says, “Who in their right mind
would say that boys don’t need
exposure to work?”
Work and family are so
segregated now that few children
actually know what their parents
do all day. There are sons,
especially in poverty, with as
great a need for mentorship, for
seeing and being seen in the
workplace, as daughters.
But this event was never
intended to be a Career Day. It
was meant specifically to focus
on girls between nine and 15, to
offer an alternative message to
one that most still get from
society at this critical time in life.
So, what about the boys?
Those who want a sons’ day at
work can surely find a men’s
organization to do what the Ms.
Foundation did. There are 364
other days in the year.
But if we are talking about a
day in which both boys as well as
girls will get to hear messages
that society rarely offers, well, I
am reminded of what Justice Ruth
Ginsburg once said: “If I had an
affirmative action program to
design, it would be to give men
every incentive to be concerned
about the rearing of children.”
What about a day devoted to
fathering, to caretaking? If that
doesn’t seem as glamorous as
work, as prestigious as a job,
well, that’s the problem, isn’t it?
Last year, more than 30
million adults and girls became a
part of “Take Our Daughters To
Work” Day. This year, we can
expect more. It isn’t broke. It
doesn’t need fixing. In fact, it’s
part of the fixing.
(c) 1995 The Bostoa Globe Newspaper
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