Wednesday 13 June 2012

Shah's Cars?


Fellow blogger, Mr Tom Stephenson, recently reminded me of this odd, and slightly worrying, tale from the distant past.

Back in the 60's a very good school friend of mine spent several years living in Iran. His father (a senior RAF officer) had been sent to Tehran under some secret skulduggery between governments; passing on sensitive RAF radar know-how, in exchange for something much more sinister. I am not allowed to say more.

My friend's family became very friendly with the Shah, his wife, and their extensive family. They skied together in the mountains, and picnicked together on the beach; they were on intimate terms.

But my tale does not concern the Shah, it concerns the society he had inadvertently created; one of extreme rich and poor, and nothing in between.

My friend had noticed that the few cars that cruised around Tehran were all very big, very new, and very expensive. At that time there were no older cars being driven around, nor were there any second-hand dealerships. So, what (my friend asked) happened to all the 1 or 2 year old cars?

The answer was provided by the family's chauffeur, who took my friend out into the desert where hundreds of cars had simply been dumped. Almost brand new cars, still with fuel in their tanks, and keys in the starter; they had all been driven well away from the city, and abandoned, simply to be replaced by the latest model.

To a young man of my friend's persuasion, this was heaven. He drove them around, crashed them into one another, and sped across the dunes until they became ensconced knee-deep in soft sand. There were no bounds to his destructive invention. It was evil wastage on a ridiculous scale, and no-one could give a damn. He proudly brought back photos as proof of his endeavours.

Elsewhere in Tehran at that time, there were regular public hangings (some things never change), imprisoning and torture of political opponents, endemic fear of authority, and of course massive corruption. And as we all know, the Shah's reign ended only to be replaced by an even worse regime of religious fanaticism that continues today in the same style.

I was lucky to meet several charming ex-pat Iranians when I lived in London's Bayswater during this same period. Most of them were students, and they lived under constant surveillance. One amongst them even suggested that there were probably as many Iranian Secret Service men in London as there were students, and it was impossible to tell which was which. What was their fate on returning home, one can but imagine. I quite expect it's the same today.


14 comments:

  1. Morning Cro - is there no end to the bizarre things that you have stored in your brain box - that is a truly disturbing tale of what the rich get up to in other countries and what goes on behind the scenes. Be afraid, be very afraid.

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  2. My school chum, above, went on to design some of the most iconic album covers for (amongst others) Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, McCartney, Yes, Genesis, 10cc, and Black Sabbath.

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  3. Checking in with you each morning is always interesting....you never know what fascinating or in this case disturbing information will greet you. J.

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  4. I had an Iranian student friend, studying at Brighton Poly back in the early 80's. He claimed to be a very distant relative of the Shah and like your acquaintances also mentioned that surveillance was rife during that time. We lost touch, but like you I often wonder what happened to him. I'm sure he returned home as he often suffered with acute bouts of homesickness, but I'm not sure quite what to.

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  5. The average person knows nothing about what really goes on in this world, but you are not average. That is what makes your blog so interesting. Whether you are writing about mushrooms, dogs, culture, or annoying neighbors, you are always a fascinating read.

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  6. My friend Ann, who was sent to a Swiss boarding school in the seventies described visits to an Iranian friend's home as a nice compound, but she never saw the 'sights."

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  7. It's such a strange and interesting world.

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  8. a fascinating window into a society in flux. what, i am left to wonder, ever became of your school chum?

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    1. He is extremely rich, and lives on my very favourite island, Formentera.

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  9. I think Himself and i met your school chum some years back. I snapped a photo of them signing their works; Himself created a cartoon recreating a moment when this artist's cat had walked across a not quite dry painting and presented it to the artist, which the artist asked him to sign. We bought a print of one his works, which he gladly signed for us.

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  10. Some things just boggle the mind -- The more things change, the more they stay the same -- as has been said before...

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  11. The Shah was a great man and your friend was an idiot.

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    1. What a very strange comment. Yes, I believe that The Shah was a good man, but my friend was certainly NOT an idiot. Please read my piece again; I think you have misunderstood something somewhere.

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    2. "To a young man of my friend's persuasion, this was heaven. He drove them around, crashed them into one another, and sped across the dunes until they became ensconced knee-deep in soft sand. There were no bounds to his destructive invention."

      Well, a man who destroys the cars, even abandoned, and finds a great pleasure in that...

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