Extremely serious.
Okay. Time to come clean as the saying goes. A few days back, I made the hideous error of passing myself off as what I am not- namely Caucasian. Facts being what they are, I am and always will be the man from Najaf (a little ways south of Baghdad). Mind you I was merely born there and then hurried to the land of enchantment- the United States when I was a month of age. I disassociated with the Iraqi roots as quickly as I could- although my name gave it away every time I blinked. I even immersed myself in the religions of my new country- well, this was more my mother's doing. She felt I would be safer in the future and since we had not been a particularly observant family prior to that, it was all the easier to do.
Fast forward to where we are now- the year is 2007 and in the last 6 years, I have received e-mails on various boards where my heritage is known. Many are hate filled. There are those which have stated that the sender would never allow their child to come in contact with any child of mine (not having any children I get a laugh from that, albeit a sad laugh). When I moved into my apartment I was warmly greeted by a neighbor- I only supplied him with my first name, then my full name was placed on the mailbox and the neighbor called the police. It was a lovely night at the local precinct! The kindly neighbor had indicated that I was involved in suspicious activity late at night- um...hello! I was returning from a trip and those bags were clothing and the such, not bomb making materials!
Then a few nights ago, I was talking with a person who had been referred to me with regards to obtaining a new editor (for himself). We got to talking, going from one subject to another and then we got to politics- he started rambling on about those "damned Arabs" and how they "shouldn't have stopped at Hussein but should have hunted down every last *expletive* Iraqi and..." well, it is a little too gruesome to repeat what he wanted done to us. This man only knew me from my literary endeavors, where I have used a name which does not even hint at my heritage.
So, there you have the reasons one and all (along with my cowardice, I suppose) for not having been straightforward from the start. I am just tired of having to watch over my shoulders to see who is coming to attack me next- I have been spat upon, kicked by small children (at thier parents bidding), punched in the face and in the stomach and pushed forward towards the train tracks as subway train came in- I somehow managed to avoid going over and since then have stayed as far from the platform edge as possible. Hate mail is delivered constantly to my mailbox; however, the local police say nothing can be done as long as I have not been physically harmed by it- how nice! Then again, there is a squad car driving by every few hours, so perhaps they have taken it seriously.
I apologize profusely for misleading, and am happy to have read responses of those who would not see a need to cast aside an Iraqi (although a dishonest one and a cowardly one might well be another matter).