DoNALD TRuMP: WE ARE NoT THE ENEMY! A MUSLIM-AMERICAN U.S. MILITARY VETERAN EXPLAINS MUSLIM “PROBLEM” AND OFFERS PROPOSALS FOR PEACE by Adam Al hor U.S. Air Force Veteran and U.S. Department of Defense analyst
MA. in Strategic Studies, American Military University Published by Gatekeeper Press 3971 Hoover Rd. Suite Columbus, OH 43123-2839 Copyright © 2016 by Adam Al Hor tL4 All rights reserved. Neither this book, nor any parts within it may be sold or reproduced in any form without permission. eISBN: 9781619845664 Contents Chapter i: My Story Chapter : Fox News and the Islamophobia industry Chapter : Republicans and the 2016 Election Bids Chapter : History of Militant Islam Chapter : Causes of Terrorism Chapter 6: A Chronology of U.S. Military Interventions in the Muslim World Chapter : Solutions to Terrorism Chapter 8: Condemning Terrorism Chapter : Conclusion
Chapter 1 Mv Story As a child, if I looked westward from the shores of mv native North African country, only the water of the Atlantic Ocean separated me from the United States. Growing up, I fell in love with the liberties, freedoms, and pursuit of happiness that the American people enjoyed, and I strove to be part of the dream. As President Barack Obama said, “Alongside our famous individualism, there is another ingredient in the American stoi, which is a belief that we are all connected as one people despite our background, races, and faiths. There is no white America, black America, Latino America, or Asia America; there is the United States of America.� This unique fabric of the country prompted me to contribute to the mix and diversity. I was born in Morocco, the first country that recognized the United States (on June 23, 1786)as an independent nation. On that momentous day, a trea of peace and friendship was signed by U.S. Minister Thomas Barclay and Sultan of Morocco Sidi Muhammadat Marrakech. 2 I am a middle child of ten children. Mv parents were previously divorced from arranged marriages, and theirs was also arranged. My father had a small electronic repair shop. My mother alwa s told me that mv dad used to make good money, but because of his trustworthy nature, he trusted a friend who conned him out of his savings after the friend promised to help him buy a house. Mv father was naive. The con artist vas later arrested and sentenced to prison, where he died years later. Without a degree, mv dad managed to learn how to fix TVs, radio receivers, and most kinds of electronics. I remember when I was small, he used to take me with him to fix people’s TVs in their homes after he closed his shop. After he lost most of his savings, he felt bad, so lie started to smoke heavily, which affected his health, and lie liad to sell the shop aiid stay at home. Mv father saved no inoiiey for retirement and, just like most Moroccans, who do not benefit from any type of social welfare, he died poor. He died in 1993 at age fifty-three following a long fight against an illness related to heavy smoking. I was nineteen years old. We were poor with no financial support, so mv mother,without formal education or training, was required to enter the job market by selling clothes in the markets of Casablanca. Mv mother sold lier nierchandise in the streets, never missing a day, weathering cold, rain, and burning sun. I used to worry about her due to petty thieves and some corrupt Moroccan police officers who extorted money from the poor to allow them to do business. Similar practices are widely known in North Africa, and it was later the spark that ignited Arab Spring in Tunisia in 2011 and beyond.
When I was in college, I used to accompany mv mother to help her sell clothes. In Morocco, college was free for Moroccan citizens, but an opportunity cost vas associated with attending college. Each class I took was time away from helping to support mv family.
When mv father worked, we had food on our table and clothes on our backs. But after he died, things started to get worse. Mv mother had to rent one of the rooms in our two-bedroom flat, and she sold her jewelry and kitchemvare to buy food for us. She even washed people’s clothes with her bare hands to make money. I used to be happy to have a guest in our flat, because I knew that we would be eating meat and fresh fruit. We were often hungry and waited for Mom to come back home and bring food.
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