LOS ANGELES -- My family left Tehran in 1979, in the aftermath of the revolution that created the Islamic Republic of Iran. We arrived in the U.S. with nothing but a single suitcase each, assuming this would be only temporary. Once things settled down, we would surely be returning to our lives back in Iran.
That was 36 years ago.
Today, I am one of nearly a half million Iranians who live in Southern California, the largest population of Iranians anywhere in the world outside of Iran. In fact, there are so many Iranians in Los Angeles that we've named it "Tehrangeles." Almost a quarter of the population of Beverly Hills alone is Iranian, including a former mayor.
Most of us came here as exiles or refugees fleeing religious or political persecution. We have spent the last 3½ decades with one foot in Iran and the other in the U.S., living somewhat schizophrenic lives, like children of divorced parents who loathe each other.
As you can imagine, we've been paying particularly close attention to the progress of the P5+1 (the U.S., the United Kingdom, Russia, China, France plus Germany) negotiations with Iran over its nuclear program, which, for better or worse, are on the verge of concluding in Vienna. Among Iranian-Americans, opinions tend to divide along generational lines.
Take my aunt, an artist who barely escaped Iran with her life and now lives in Orange County, Calif. She is among an older generation of Iranian-Americans who tend to be politically conservative, not religious and a bit insulated.
My aunt has been in the U.S. for nearly three decades yet barely speaks English. Why should she? She eats only in Persian restaurants, she shops only in Persian stores, she watches only Persian language television stations, of which there are now at least 30 broadcasting via satellite. As far as she's concerned, she may as well still be in Tehran.
But she's not. And the fact that she's not fills her with a white-hot rage that she focuses squarely on the mullahs who took her beloved country away from her.