Showing posts with label Remembrances. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Remembrances. Show all posts

Thursday, April 17, 2025

Farewell to My Love, Panther (2013?--March 11, 2025)

By Kamran Nayeri, April 17, 2025 



The chemistry of the mind is different from the chemistry of love. The mind is careful, suspicious, and advances little by little. It advises, “Be careful, protect yourself.” Whereas love says, “Let go of yourself!” The mind is strong, never falls, while love hurts oneself and falls into ruins. But isn’t it in ruins that we mostly find treasures? A broken heart hides so many treasures.

   ---- Shams Tabrizi

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At about 2:30 in the afternoon of Tuesday, March 11, I let go of Panther as if parting with a part of my soul.

In early January, he was diagnosed with malignant mast cell tumor. Mast cell tumor is a disease of specific white blood cells responsible for protecting the body against the invasion of foreign agents. The side effect is nausea. The oncologist suggested surgery or chemotherapy. However, based on experience, I decided not to put Panther, who was about 12 years old, through such invasive treatments with dubious results.

Instead, I opted for palliative care. Panther was put on two medications, one to slow the growth of cancer and help with his appetite, and another to treat nausea. I asked his veterinarian about the proper time for euthanasia to minimize Panther’s suffering. I was told a couple of symptoms, including throwing up.

I had kept Mooshi, one of my early cats who suffered from a neurological disease, alive for three months after she had become paralyzed in her lower body. As I deeply loved Mooshi, I could not let go of her. After I had to euthanize her in November 2016, I realized that she was kept alive too long due to my selfish reasons. I decided not to hang on to my other terminally ill cats if there were reasons to believe they were suffering.

Still, the decision to take your loved one to the veterinarian for euthanasia has been the most difficult for me.

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In the summer of 2013, I noticed a black cat traveling back and forth across the fence that ran parallel to Atascadero Creek.  As I was relatively new to the neighborhood, I thought he might be a neighbor’s cat.  However, soon the cat approached the house, and I noticed him spraying on its four corners to mark it as his own.

I offered him a can of Friskies Prime Turkey Filets, which he gladly ate. It became his favorite can food for the rest of his life.

He looked as if he were no older than a year. A black cat with a white spot on his chest was dumped in the neighborhood. There is a superstition against black cats. According to a recent study, about one-third of cats in U.S. shelters are black cats. The Humane Society in Santa Rosa offers incentives for adopting black cats.

Abandoned cats are scared, hungry, thirsty, and get into fights with resident cats who do not welcome intruders. That is how Panther got a permanent scar on the side of his nose. This is why a big majority of feral cats are feline immunodeficiency virus (FIV) positive, which is transmitted through cat bites.

I called him Panther on the suggestion of a young woman who was house-sitting for a neighbor. She thought he looked like a black panther.

On March 26, 2014, I trapped Panther and took him to Analy Veterinarian Hospital where he was examined, tested positive for FIV, received immunization shots, and was neutered. For three weeks, I kept him in the small bathroom. I then allowed him to venture into the rest of the house. One day when I was going to East Bay to visit my elderly parents, Panther found the cat door and took off.

For three months, I did not see Panther. Until, on a long summer evening, he suddenly appeared through the open sliding door to the patio and ran like the wind up the stairs to the loft as Sunny, Mooshi, and I looked on in amazement. Running up the stairs to the loft at high speed became a lifelong habit for Panther. I don't know why he did it or what prompted it at any given time. He just liked to do it.

That evening, Panther came down to eat from the “buffet” of various dry food in dishes on the floor of the living room. After he ate, he left the house through the same sliding door. As it turned out, Panther preferred dry food, although he also ate canned food.

Panther returned every evening and gradually stayed inside the house longer. One evening, I closed off the doors for the night. Panther stayed with us in the house and became part of the family..

Panther’s attitude toward other cats depended on their power relations. He kept a distance from Mooshi, the dominant female cat, but chased Sunny, a gentle orange female cat when they were both in the garden. I had to put a stop to that behavior. While he chased Aggie, the female Siamese cat who lives across the road in my neighbor’s house, he made friends with Loui, a male cat who lived with another neighbor. He liked to hang out with him late at night.  

In 2018, Siah, who is a black male cat, was dumped in the neighborhood. After a few months, Siah began to show up in the garden despite Panther’s attempts to keep him away and eventually made a habit of sitting atop a flat rock in the succulent garden by the steps leading to the house.

On the evening of October 20, 2018, I trapped Siah and took him to Pet Care East, a 24-hour veterinarian hospital. He was kept over overnight, and the next day was neutered and vaccinated. He was also found to be FIV positive.

By 2018, I no longer had any feral cats on Darby Road to take care of and in the house there were only Panther and Siah. However, they had a rough first two years getting used to each other. They occasionally fought and bit each other, causing an infection and a trip to Analy Veterinarian Hospital. The fighting subsided as Siah established himself as dominant. As it turned out, Siah is a very jealous cat who wanted me as his own. He practically took over the bedroom and slept next to me at night.

Panther slept in the loft. Fortunately, cats like to sleep in different spots and gradually, Siah began to sleep sometimes in the loft. This allowed Panther to sleep beside me. A compromise was reached between the two cats. Meanwhile, I helped Panther reclaim more equality with Siah. Siah also began to accept it. One day, I found Siah standing over Panther, who was resting on the scratching pad. Usually, this behavior meant the start of a cat fight. However, this time, he was licking Panther’s forehead as Panther remained relaxed.

Panther and Siah had very different personalities.is While Siah prefers to be in the house Panther loved venturing outdoors. Panther was full of energy and Siah is lethargic, preferring to take naps than to go out. Panther was an early riser. His habit was to use the box at 5 am, and he gradually nagged me to get up and let him out. Siah is a late sleeper. After eating his breakfast, Panther demanded to be brushed. This was a quality time for the two of us when Panther got kisses and love. He had the most beautiful shiny black fur with a heavy undercoat. I was always amazed at how he wanted to go outside when it was freezing cold. Siah, on the other hand, would carefully feel the conditions outside, whether it was safe to go out, and if it was not too cold. If it were cold, he would rush back inside.

After his breakfast and being brushed, Panther always went for a walk. I have no idea where he went, but the neighborhood is almost car-free. Panther’s tour of the neighborhood sometimes lasted until later in the afternoon. He probably had a spot to take a nap.

Panther especially liked being out after dark. Until the last year of his life when he was a senior and compromised by cancer, Panther wanted to take a walk in the neighborhood at night. This habit caused me anxiety due to the presence of coyotes in the neighborhood. However, Panther somehow managed to roam the neighborhood for 11 years without being taken by a coyote. Aside from due diligence, Panther was also a swift mover. This gave him an advantage in the face of danger.

Panther was a very independent and upright cat. He walked with his tail up in the air. He loved to play and always exhausted me without showing any sign that he had had enough. His favorite game was lying on his side on a step to the loft with wild eyes wanting me to tease him with a feathered stick. This game went on until I ran out of energy or time.

Panther enjoyed being massaged. A vocal cat, he demanded it by calling me. Siah did the same initially by nipping my ankle and later when he learned I don’t like it by rubbing himself against my leg. I would put each cat on either side of me on their playground rug and massage them at the same time. Panther loved sunbathing; on warmer days, he liked to lie on his side on the patio, wanting me to massage him.

He was an excellent hunter. When he was young, despite my best efforts to prevent it, he hunted all kinds of small animals and sometimes brought them into the house. Once, he brought in a small jack rabbit that I saved and released in the far corner of the garden. A month before his death, he brought a mole into the small bathroom. Lacking fangs that were recently pulled out due to infection, he could not eat the poor mole, so he let Siah take it.

Panther loved the night scene. As the night began to fall upon us, he wanted to go out. I would leave the front door light on so I could see if he returned through the glass bars on the front door. Some nights, he did not return before my bedtime. Those nights, I had to wake up every hour or so, calling out for him until he showed up. When he showed up, I was glad to see him safe, so I picked him up and kissed him, pleading with him not to do it again. The panther was a big cat, weighing about 16 pounds.

In the last year, burdened by old age and perhaps his cancer, Panther usually just sat on the mat I had for him outside to the left of the front door. Siah would join him, sitting on the doormat, and they enjoyed watching the night creatures go by.

Panther was a strong cat; he could jump to the top of a four-foot-tall dresser, while I had a cat bed, and Siah preferred me to pick him up and put him there. One of his favorite pastimes was to jump atop the well pump housing, which was three feet high, and then jump from there to the top of the water tank, two feet higher, and from there to the roof of the tool shed. There, he would scratch against the wooden post that serves as the nightlight post.  I have videos and photos of him in action.

Unlike Sunny and Siah, Panther was not a lap cat. He didn't like to be held for long and tried to wiggle out of my arms. However, like Mooshi in the last year of her life, just the past year, Panther allowed me to hold him in my arms, pressing him against my chest, and kissing his forehead. Once, I held him in my arms, belly up, with his face facing mine. For the first time, I fully noticed how beautiful his face and eyes were.

I also tried successfully to get the two cats to share the bed with me for the night in his last year of life. I took Panther in my arms to the bed. Once on the bed next to me, Panther felt it was safe. Siah is a jealous cat. Earlier on, Siah would attempt a surprise jump on the bed towards where Panther was, presumably to scare him off the bed. Initially, I had to protect Panther. But after several such experiences, Panther simply stood up to Siah, forcing him to back down. Gradually, Panther learned that the right side of the bed was his while Siah had already learned to sleep at my feet or between my legs. When they settled in, we all slept comfortably and happily. I was able to rub my hands over their bodies while talking sweetly to them.  Just as Siah likes to press against me when he sleeps, Panther too began to press his body against mine at night. Feeling my boys pressing against me made me sleep so much better! We were finally a peaceful family, even though I served as the glue holding Panther and Siah together.

Panther and Siah liked the excursion to the goats’ barn when I took them organic bananas and organic corn chips.  They would follow me like dogs. Those were really happy time as Haydee and Rocky, the two elderly female goats, wagged their little tails at the sight of my

Panther had trained me as I had trained him. In the last year, when we all slept in the same bed, if I got up to use the toilet, he and then Siah would also get up and wanted me to walk with them to the food buffet in the living room. I then had to sit by them and talk sweetly to them as they ate. Seeing them eat with gusto made me happy, as I knew that if Panther stopped eating, I had to put him down.

At night when I had to get up to use the toilet, both cats would get up and wanted me to accompany them to the food buffet. I would do so gladly as Panther was on medication to help his ward off nausea and eat well.

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When I returned from Costa Rica in December 2024, Panther was suffering from diarrhea. He was given medication that I had to force him to take it, something entirely against my principles. Fortunately, it helped. Then he found to have bacteria in his feces requiring him to take antibiotics.

The last nine months of his life, Panther was excessively eating specific grass. He soon began licking soil and rock in specific places. I thought that was an odd behavior and reported it to his veterinarian a few times. She never responded to my inquiries even though I suggested that Panther was probably self-medicating. I knew something was wrong. On night in early January, he threw up after eating food. An ultrasound found a tumor on his kidney that turned out to be a cancerous mast tumor.

His fate was sealed.

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Panther hated the ride to the veterinarian hospital. He would continually complain as I drove there. He still complained, but not as much on the way back home. On the afternoon of March 11 as I drove us to the veterinarian hospital, he did not complain as much. His voice was not the usual voice. Tears were running down my face as I tried to comfort him: “Panther, this would be the last ride to the hospital.”

After Panther’s demis,e I buried him next to the graves of other cats I loved under the redwood trees. I then sank into depression that is not quite over yet. Everywhere in this house I look, there is a memory of Panther.

This is what Rumi taught us in a short poem: “We don’t get to choose grief.”

“We don’t know how or when it strikes.

Who or what we’ll lose.

It descends upon us all at once, and it

never quite leaves. Whoever has

endured loss knows that we don’t

recover from grief.”

  --- Rumi

 

 

Friday, March 8, 2024

Paul Burkett: May 26, 1956-January 7, 2024

 Kamran Nayeri, January 11, 2024



Sadly, I just learned that Paul Burkett died last Sunday from complications of acute myeloid leukemia. I came to know Paul as a fellow Union of Radical Political Economics (URPE) member in the late 1980s and if I remember correctly, he was twice co-participating in the same URPE panel discussion at the American Economic Association annual conferences. Like me, Paul was interested in late capitalist development, which was the theme of his earlier presentation. He collaborated with Martin Hart-Landsberg of Lewis and Clark (Development, Crisis, and Class Struggle 2000). But by the early 1990s, he began researching capitalism and nature, leading to his excellent book Marx and Nature: A Red and Green Perspective (1999). In that book, Paul gave a reading of Marx that illuminates his views on aspects of the problem of society and nature, or what he and John Bellamy Foster later called Marx's ecological insight. 


The last time I saw Paul was in Havana, Cuba, in May 2003 during The Works of Karl Marx and the Challenges of the 21st Century conference, the first of such conferences organized by the Philosophy Institute of Cuba. That conference attracted leftists from the Americas, Europe, and elsewhere and took place in a tense political moment. In March, George W. Bush invaded Iraq under false claims and overthrew Saddam Hussein's regime. Already, Bush's administration was threatening to invade Cuba. On April 2, six men using arms hijacked a ferry in Havana Bay and ordered the captain to sail to the United States. The Cuban government captured and tried those involved, and three ring leaders, Lorenzo Enrique Copello Castillo, Barbaro Leodan Sevilla Garcia, and Jorge Luis Martinez Isaac, were sentenced to death for endangering lives and threatening the security of the country and were executed. 


Some of the participants in the conference created a petition to the Cuban government that condemned the execution of these men and demanded that Cuba end capital punishment on the books since the triumph of the revolution in 1959. Paul and I disagreed on signing the petition. He did, and I did not. I did not, not because I am not against capital punishment; I am. But at the same time, if a revolution faces imperialist invasion and some armed individuals threaten the safety of some citizens and provide a pretext for imperialist invasion, they must be held accountable and dealt with according to the law. In this situation, I would not second guess the government of Cuba at such a critical time. Soon after the petition had circulated, one late afternoon before dinner time, Fidel Castro unexpectedly arrived in the lobby of our hotel. He held a conversation with some of the conference participants. I do not know if Paul attended that meeting; I was already gone for another meeting elsewhere. But Fidel discussed the situation and presented the reason for the executions to those present.  


While I respected his views, I disagreed with Paul's uncritical support for Bernie Sanders. However, he was not alone among socialists and ecosocialists in such illusions. I left System Change, not Climate Change, a network of ecosocialists in part because its key leaders uncritically supported Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez after she was elected and promoted herself as the champion of the vague idea she called Green New Deal to combat climate change from the halls of U.S. Congress.  


Paul was several years ahead of me in recognizing and embracing ecosocialism. I considered myself an ecosocialist starting in 2000, and Paul's book, among others, was part of my coming up to speed about the theories of ecosocialism. I differed with Paul in his rereading of Marx in that while he was a pioneer in finding valuable aspects of Marx's interest in nature, he, Foster, or Saito, who claimed Marx was an ecosocialist, never tried to ask how these insights relate to historical materialism and his labor theory of value which quite consciously set aside nature to focus only on society (see, Nayeri, 2003). I tried to engage Paul in discussing these issues, but he was dismissive. I know now that this lack of interest in such discussion was at least in part due to his critical illness, which he did not disclose to me.


Like Paul, I love jazz and wanted to learn to play saxophone. After the death of his beloved son, Paul picked up the saxophone, learned to play it well, and even composed short pieces he shared with me. However, I noticed there was always something dark in his music, which I attributed to the continued grieving of the loss of his son. Perhaps his failing health was also responsible.  


Paul was a creative and passionate human being and contributed significantly to our understanding of Marx's evolving view of society and nature. I will miss him. 


Below is the obituary in Tribune Star.

TERRE HAUTE - Dr. Paul Burkett, 67, of Terre Haute, IN, died from sudden complications of acute myeloid leukemia on January 7, 2024. He died at home, lovingly attended by his wife Suzanne and son Shaun.

Paul was born in Wyandotte, MI in 1956 to William Loyd Burkett and Dorothy Whalen Burkett.
Paul attended Wyandotte Roosevelt High School, Kalamazoo College, and received his PhD in Economics at Syracuse University. His teaching career began at Syracuse and took him to Auburn Correctional Facility in New York, the University of Miami, and Indiana State University, from which he retired in June of 2020.

Paul was preceded in death by his parents, his twin brother Patrick J. Burkett, and his youngest son Patrick M. Burkett. He is survived by his wife of 38 years, Suzanne (Zann) Carter; sons Ian (Lisa) Hussey and Shaun Hussey; daughter Molly Burkett; granddaughters Sophia Hussey and Raven Renn, and his brothers Philip (DeAnn) Burkett, Charles Burkett, and Richard (Karen) Burkett; as well as many loving nephews and nieces.

An intellectual and scholar, Paul published many books, journal articles, notes, reviews, and book chapters in his field. He felt his most important books are Marx and Nature: A Red And Green Perspective (1999) and Marxism and Ecological Economics (2006). He was passionate about his work, Socialism, the planet, and justice.

And Jazz! He began playing the saxophone when his son Patrick died, as a way to cope with deep grief, and proceeded to bring to his study of the instrument, of jazz, and of music in general, the same focus and fierce dedication he brought to his academic work. Calling himself PapaPatty in honor of Patrick, he played in many venues all around the area for almost two decades.
He asked only for a simple memorial gathering in late spring so that's what we'll do. Any donations in his honor can be made to Doctors Without Borders.
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Friday, September 23, 2022

Young at Heart: Farewell to Fariborz Khasha

 By Kamran Nayeri, September 15, 2022


Fariborz Khasha. Photo courtesy of Shahrezad Khasha.

Youg At Heart 

Written by Carolyn Leigh/John Richards, sang by Frank Sinatra.

Fairy tales can come true

It can happen to you if you're young at heart

For it's hard, you will find

To be narrow of mind if you're young at heart

You can go to extremes with impossible schemes

You can laugh when your dreams fall apart at the seams

And life gets more exciting with each passing day

And love is either in your heart or on it's way

Don't you know that it's worth

Every treasure on earth to be young at heart

For as rich as you are

It's much better by far to be young at heart

And if you should survive to a hundred and five

Look at all you'll derive out of bein' alive

And here is the best part, you have a head start

If you are among the very young at heart

And if you should survive to a hundred and five

Look at all you'll derive out of bein' alive

And here is the best part, you have a head start

If you are among the very young at heart



Shahrezad, Fariborz Khasha's parthner for four decades, texted me Sunday afternoon August 28, 2022, that we lost him in the morning.  Fariborz was a special friend of mine since 1977. 


Since 2017, Fariborz was battling cancer.  He showed great courage and determination while viewing these challenges as ordinary aspects of life, a life he always made sure he enjoyed. Sharezad and their their son Siavash and daughter Setareh were equally strong facing up to these challenges.  


As his cancer woes increased, so his available social time decreased.  He limited them so could be with his family. Honoring his wishes, I refrained from calling him. Still, he called me a few times. His last call was about two months ago which way his way to saying goodbye. His cancer had metastasized to vital organs and the doctors had stopped all cancer treatment. He was put on palliative care. He was as a matter of fact about it.  


Fariborz told me: “It is the end of the line.” When children in Tehran, we sometimes rode the red double decker city buses all the way to the end of their route as cheap way to see various neighborhoods of the "big" city. As it turned out, Tehran at the time had barely more than 500,000 inhabitants (now more than 9.3 million).  We found a front seat on the top deck that offered a view into the distance in each neighborhood as buildings were typically no taller than two stories (now, Tehran its a vertical city packed with administrative, commerical, and residetial high-rises). As the bus stopped in each station, the assistant driver called the its name. However, when the bus reached its final destination he would call out: "It is the end of the line!" Anyoe on the bus had to get off. The ride was over. That is what seems be happening to my generation.  Our bus ride is coming to an end as we reach the final destiation.  


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My friendship with Fariborz, like with many other in the last half a century, was rooted in our common interest in socialism. With a special few of my friends, we also shared the experience of trying to build a revolutionary socialist party in Iran to help resolve the ongoing socioeconomic and political crises of the country.  In retroexpect, it is plain to me that we were far too naive, too politically uneducated and inexperienced, and unrooted in the daily lives of the working peoples to have had a realistic chance of success.  I have written about this in detail elsewhere. The experiment of building a revolutionary socialist party failed by the end of 1982 with the last large massive wave of repression the Islamic Republic regime unleashed against all remaining independently run organizations, from the workers councils and its leaders to the pro-Moscow Tudeh Party that slavishly supported it.  


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On two occasions, I spent a good deal of time with Fariborz: in Brooklyn, New York, especially in the spring and summer of 1977, and in Tehran during 1979 and the first half of 1982 when I was occassionl a guest at his house.  I the earlier period, we worked together politically. During the three and hald years of the Iranian revolution, we never had a chance to work together closely politically. In both cases, being a full time activist with little or no income Fariborz graciously provided me with meals and a place to sleep as needed.    


Therefore, it is necessary to say a few words about Fariborz's life as a socialist, begining with how as an Iranian college student from Iran, Fariborz turned to socialism in the U.S. in the early 1970s.  


The post-world War II period in which our generation was born was marked with anti-colonist and anti-imperialist revolutions in the Middle East and North Africa, Asia, Africa and Latin America.  These national liberation movements sometimes embraced socialist ideology. A number of revolutions including in Yugoslavia, Korea, Vietnam, and Cuba were led by leaderships that called themselves socialist and when in power claimed to work towards socialism. In addition, Eastern European countries which the Red Army occupied in World War II were remolded after the war by parties looking up to Kremlin after the Soviet Union model.  Since the 1930s, Stalin had claimed the Soviet Union to have reached socialism and its supporters called it “Actually Existing Socialism.” In early 1970s, one-third of humanity lived is such “socialist” countries. 


Moreover, in the U.S. the civil rights movement that began in the 1950s to overturn Jim Crow laws in the South brought forth leaders like Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcom X that the youth admired.  The youth radicalization which took pre-revolutionary form in France and  Mexico, turned college campuses into “revolutionary universities” were many issues including the Vietnam war, colonialism and imperialism, feminism, racism, capitalism and socialism were discussed.  In the U.S. young people participated in civil rights, feminist, and especially the  anti-Vietnam war movements.  Many youth turned to Counter-Culture which was a critical reassessment of social norms, including in clothing, music, drugs, sexuality, formalities, civil rights, precepts of military duty, and schooling. A wide range of highly creative music emerged from the Beatles to the poetic lyrics of Bob Dylan.


Starting in the 1950s, Some Iranian students abroad rebelled against the August 1953 CIA coup d’etat that overthrew Mohammad Mosaddegh nationalist government and installed Mohammad Reza Shah Pahlavi in power and in early 1960s organized the Confederation of Iranian Students abroad.  They were particularly affected by the Vietnamese war of national liberation, Algerian revolution, Palestinian fight for self-determination, the Chinese revolution, and the Cuban revolution. 


The Sattar League

Born in January 1950, Fariborz came to northern California from Tehran, Iran, to go to college in early 1970s.  He soon met other radicalizing Iranian students like Siamak and Babak Zahraie who lived with their parents and in close proximity.  The three young men transferred to Washington University in Seattle where Babak was elected a Secretary of the anti-Shah Iranian Student Association.  They also got involved in the anti-Vietnam war movement. 


Immigration and Naturalization Service (INS) targeted Babak and Siamak Zahraie and another talented member of the ISA, Bahram Attai, for deportation.  Together with the Young Socialist Alliance (YSA), the youth group of the Socialist Workers Party (SWP), they organized a defense committee for Babak Zahraie with Attai as its spokesperson.  They forced the INS to drop its charges against these activists.  A small group of Iranian student activists who were part of the defense committee and the ISA, which included Fariborz, were won over to the SWP, and Trotskyism, as  revolutionary socialist current organized by Leon Trotsky in the Fourth International in 1938 to maintain and develop the lessons of the Russian revolution and the Bolshevik Party program, strategy, and norms. 


The SWP put these small group of Iranian Trotskyists in touch with another small group of Iranian Trotskyist Iranians around Mahmoud Sayrafizadeh in the east coast.  A native of Tabriz, Azerbaijan, Iran, Mahmoud was a generation older that the rest of us. He had come to the U.S. on a scholarship to study mathematic in 1953.   Together with other Iranian students, he radicalized and joined the Confederation of Iranian Students (CIS) that they formed in Europe and the United States in early 1960s to campaign against the Shah’s dictatorial regime.  CIS was dominated by Maoists and a current originating in the National Front, a nationalist current formed around Mossadegh. From its beginig, CIS was an ulraleft sectrian organization. The Maoists who originally had split from the Tudeh Party after the Khrochev relevation about Stalin's crimes in 1956, soon expelled the Tudeh Party and its sympathisers from CIS.  They continued this policy which in the 1970s resulted in the expulsion of Iranian Trotskyists and their sympethizers critical of the Chinese leadership and Maoism.  Mahmoud, however, was won over by the SWP and joined it in early 1960s.  


In 1974, the two small Iranian Trotskyist groups merged to constitute the Sattar League, named after Sattar Khan, an Azerbaijani leader of the 1906 Constitution Revolution.  The Sattar League (SL) which operated as a clandestine organization was quickly recognized as the Iranian Section of the Fourth International.  


To appreciate the difference between Trotskyists and Stalinists whether of pro-Moscow or pro-Beijing varieties, it is useful to recall how Stalinism destroyed the Bolshevik Party and its program, tradition, and norms. Instead of proletarian internationalism, Stalinism preached “peaceful coexistence” with imperialist and capitalist regimes and claimed it is pursuing building “socialism in one country,” in the Soviet Union and later in China and elsewhere. In the 1930s,  Stalin proclaimed the Soviet Union as already socialist! Trotsky, on the other hand, argued that the Soviet Union was a degenerated workers state and called for a political revolution there. Trotskyists also called for Permanent Revolution.  In the particular case of the future Iranian revolution,  Trotskyists argued that the national democratic revolution must be led by the proletariat (workig class) and would result in a workers and peasant government.  This anti-capitalist government would open the road to socialism conceived as a worldwide system.  In contrast, Stalinist currents advocated a two-stage theory of the revolution.  In the initial bourgeois democratic revolution, they would support for the “national bourgeoisie.” They postponed the socialist revolution to a distant future. In the 1979 revolution, the Stalinists, in particular the Tudeh Party, politically supported the clerical capitalist Islamic Republic. 


Sattar League was organized in tiny “branches” of a few members who were active on campuses. It published Payam-e Danshjoo (Student’s Message), initially a quarterly that became a monthly in 1978.  It also organized a publishing house, Fanus Publishers, which published mostly Farsi translations of Marxist classics, in particular, works by Leon Trotsky. It also played a central role in the Committee for Artistic and Intellectual Freedom in Iran (CAIFI) dedicated to defense of political prisoners regardless of their political views. It organized large meetings for the American public, mostly on campuses, and enjoyed significant support from liberal and radical public figures. 


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When in Seattle, Fariborz was a CAIFI speaker.  However, soon he was asked to relocated to New York where the Sattar League’s Political Committee (PC) met, CAIFI national office was, and Payam-e Daneshjoo and  Fanus books were prepared and published.  Fariborz spent a few months working in the SWP print shop.  A former SWPer who told me about it as he also worked in the shop at the same time was puzzled by Fariborz’s short stint.  I can only assume it that he was assigned by the SL/SWP to work in the shop to learn the technical aspects of publishing tperhaps to put him in charge of the teachnical department for Payam-e Danshjoo and Fanus books.  Fariborz also learned to type English and Farsi.  Soon, however, another very talented and dedicated young man, Massoud Nayeri, was brought in from Austin, Texas, where a third Iranina Trotskyist small group was formed, to run the technical department.  He remained in this position until the end of the movement in Iran in 1982. 


Meanwhile, Fariborz quickly moved on to work as a translator, a writer, and an editor for the Sattar League.  Under the pen name of Majid Namvar, he wrote and translated for Payam-e Danshjoo and sometimes he penned articles about the Iranian politics for the SWP weekly newspaper, The Militant, and for the Intercontinental Press which provided excellent analytical articles on key international events for the SWP and the entire Fourth International.  Later, he used the pen name Nasser Khoshnevis (the surname means someone who writes well either as calligraphy or as a literary figure) for internal Sattar League’s information and discussion bulletins. 


The crisis of the Sattar League

In the fall of 1976, the newly established SL went into a deep crisis as political differences surfaced in the five member Political Committee . The cause for the crisis was built into it.  As small group of (former) students, mostly from well-to-do families, with no relationship with the working people or militant organizations inside Iran, and with very little socialist political experience, the Sattar League was established as micro “Leninist party.”  However, Lenin’s proposal for a vanguard party was for the Russian Social Democratic Labor Party which was rooted in the working class with an intellectual cadre of the highest caliber, like Plekhanov, Lenin, Trotsky, Bogdanov, Zinoviev, and Martov, whose contributions to socialism are still studied. The experience showed that the leaders and members of the Sattar League had no deep grounding in Marxist theory and history, and knew next to nothing about Iranian working class, history, and tradition.  What is worse, a fifteen member National Committee (NC) was designated out of a membership of two or three dozens.  In the democratic centralist model, the NC is supposed to be the leadership for the organization between conventions of the party.  However, Sattar League’s only convention was forced on its actual leadership after a bitter factional struggle and the pressure from the SWP.  Instead, Sattar League was run by the Political Committee (PC) which was as it turned out dominated by one young talented but self-absorbed young man, Babak Zahraie, who had already built a cult of personality in the Seattle group.  Mahmoud was the only non-Seattle group member of the PC.  In effect, the Sattar League was run by Babak Zahraie and his cult and those who stood up to him, including Mahmoud and Fariborz, were marginalized and eventually expelled in Iran from Zahraie's organization in 1980.  


In the summer of 1976, Babak Zahraie proposed to the Political Committee policies that were in sharp contrast to the earlier views of the newly constituted organization.  Mahmoud was the only PC member who questioned these as discounting the value of fighting for the historically democratic tasks of the Iranian revolution such as land reform and unconditional right to self-determination for the oppressed nationalities. He argued that these proposals were telescoping the revolution as mostly socialist in character from the beginning.  At the time, the Iranian industrial working class was about three millions in a country of 36 million people with a majority still living in the countryside or the lamdless peasants who only recently arrived in the big cities in search of work. 


If these political difference were discussed in a comradely and democratic atmosphere, there would not have been a crisis. However, Zahraie chose to use his four to one majority in the PC to marginalize and attack Mahmoud.  Mahmoud in turn decided to declare the Permanent Revolution Tendency which in a healthy organization would have enabled him to air his view in the entire organization and collaborate with all who would join the tendency to work towards a full discussion of the issues involved leading up to a democratic conventio. However, Babak chose to suppress any discussion by using his position as the National Secretary to claim that Mahmoud had a clique gathered in the Permanet Revolution tendency with the goal of spliting from the Sattar League. This in turn forced Mahmoud to declare the Permanent Revolution Faction, a decision that showed a lack of political trust in the PC majority and a decision to work towards forging a new leadership for the organizatio.  Altogether 13 people joined PRF.  However, a majority of three to one remained loyal to Zahraie even though he and the PC majority did not contribute a single written discussion document until the day before the convention. The decision to hold the conventio was forced on the PC majority by the steadfastness of the PRF and the pressure from the SWP which did not want a split in the Iranian Section of the Fourth Internatioal which up to that point was in political solidarity with the SWP.  At the convention held at the end of November 1977 that same three to one majority voted for the PC majority resolution even though it was distribut only a day before the convention  and voted against the Permanent Revolution resolution.  Although the Permanent Revolution Faction urged by the SWP leadership was dissolved at the conclusion of the convention, Babak Zahraie continued developig and using his cult to advance his views until the Iranian Trotskyist parties were effectively disbanded because of the last major wave of repression by the end of 1982. 


Getting to know Fariborz

In February 1977, I arrived in Brooklyn, New York, to join Mahmoud and Fariborz to form the three-member Steering Committee of the PRF .  Being an activist full time as part of the SL branch in Berkeley-Oakland, California, I had no savings and little money when I arrived in Brooklyn.  Mahmoud had assured me that he and Fariborz would provide me with a place to sleep and meals.  I knew Mahmoud from conversations during the SWP conferences and an indepth political discussions we had when he visited San Francisco Bay Area to participate in a branch meeting to discuss his tendency. Of course, the organizer did not allow this acting on behalf of Babak Zahraie.  So Mahmoud met with anyone he found open to a discussion with him. I did not really know Fariborz except for short formal chat during the SWP conferences in Oberlin. 


As it turned out I spent most of my time with Fariborz. He and Marcia Gallo, his companion at the time, lived in a small one-bedroom on the fifth floor of a five story apartment building on 95 Eastern Park Way section of Flatbush in Brooklyn.  There was a tiny bedroom with two twin beds, a small bathroom and shower off the tiny and short hallway leading to a small living room with a couple of chairs, a wooden bench, and a few plants.  There was a narrow kitchen on the other side of the living room with a small old gas stove.  The kitchen directly faced the entry door. A small dining table for two with two small chairs were stuffed in small space between the entry door and where the stove was.   


Marcia left for work at the SWP shop early in the morning and often returned very tired at about 8 at night. Fariborz and I worked on the kitchen table and on the small table in the living room until 6 or 7 o’clock.  We took short breaks including for peanut butter or cold cut or hot dog sandwiches for lunch.  Fariborz cooked dinner for us and sometimes for Marcia if she did not eat before she came home. Both Fariborz and Marcia lived on subsistence from the PRF and from the SWP respectively.  If I remember correctly, it was $85 a week each which made for a very tight budget. A favorite dinner for Fariborz and I was what he called Kaboob dooli made of cheap ground meat rolled into sausages that were pan fried and served with rice or bread and a small lettuce only salad. Some nights when we celebrated we have a very cheap locally produced beer called Brooklyn.  On a hot summer night a cold beer was a welcome drink except Brooklyn beer invariably gave us headache! 


Fariborz was in charge of communication with the PRF members in the field.  He also typed hand written documents by members of the PRF to produce Internal Discussion Bulletins which the Zahraie leadership refused to circulate but we circulated among the members of the PRF.  In effect, we had an ongoing written discussion on issues of program, startegy, and norms for the Sattar League which the rest of the Sattar League refused to participate in thanks to Zahraie's poisonous campaign against Mahmoud and the PRF. 


Once or twice a week, the Steering Committee met in Mahmoud’s apartment to discuss ongoing work of the faction and think through how to proceed. A key task was to draft a political resolution for which Mahmoud took the leading role as he was by far more experienced than the rest of us. 


I was impressed by both Mahmoud and Fariborz.  Although they were both more experienced than I was, they tried to encourage my participation in all aspects of our work.  I was especially impressed that Fariborz who was initially among Babak’s group had sided with Mahmoud based on principled political questions before the Sattar League. Nobody else in Babak’s Seattle group showed any political independence from him and worse followed his ruinous campaign to supress and, if possible, to get rid of the PRF .  


Mahmoud and Fariborz could have each developed much more had they been in a more experienced socialist group. In particular, Fariborz showed a genuine interest in the literary aspects of our work. Becoming a socialist was a change in political outlook but did not endow us with skills as a writer, translator, or editor.  However, Fariborz had taken up these tasks and was doing well.  As I learned later, he was well organized and an elquent speaker. 


Sometimes he found unexpected fun in what he was doing. In the summer of 1975 when I lived with Mary in Amarillo, Texas, after a request from Babak Zahraie I translated “The Long View of History” by George Novack who was a Marxist philosopher and a SWP leader.  Unbeknown to me, Zahraie had give it to Fariborz to edit.  One day when Fariborz and I were relaxing, he brought out my hand written translation in which I had translated the expression “an army marches on its stomach" literary! We both had a belly laugh at my naiveté. 


Fariborz was tall and large-framed for an Iranian man. He had a short black hair with small curls, a distinguished short and small nose for an Iranian, with a tip pointing slightly upward. His black round eyes twitched when he was excited or annoyed.  However, Fariborz tried to keep an even tempere and spoke calmly and deliberately in tense political discussions to cool things off and get his point across.  This mannerism might have been conditioned by his early friendship with the Zahraie family and Babak and Siamk Zahraie in particular, a friendship that I know he kept with Siamak Zahraie, the older brother, until recently. Still, I found it admirable that he found enough courage and a healthy dose of political discipline to break with them politically when he joined Mahmoud’s declared tendency.  Babak Zahraie tried to smear the PRF as an Azerbaijani clique as he also tried to smear some of female PRF members wh were early recruits to Trotskyism as gossip mongerers. However, there was a clear political reason for the Azeri and female members of the Sattar League to join the PRF: Zahrie started on a course to devalue their particular form of oppression.  He even insinuated a conspiracy by Mahmoud and Fariborz to split “their group” to join Baraheni, also an Azerbaijani, forming a new Trotskyist party! 


Baraheni had become very close to the SL. He was a keynote speaker for CAIFI and his prison memoirs Zellollah (The Shadow of God) was published in Farsi as by the SL in 1976. He provided a new translation of The Communist Manifesto and Trotsky's Young Lenin, both published by Fanus publishers. He attended the SWP national gathering in Oberlin College in Ohio in August and was featured at the 1,200 seat Finney Chapel reciting his prison poems for the conference attendees.  Fariborz and Mahmoud tried to keep our relationship with Baraheni on a healthy footing despite Babak’s factionlism. 


Fariborz also was among the few in Sattar League who truly appreciated Reza Baraheni as a poet and a writer.  Most of us viewed him as literary figure who was singled out for repression by the Shah’s regime for his outspokenness about the Azeri language.  Fariborz contributed to the effort to publish  Zellollah, later published in English as God's Shadow: Prison Poems (1976). Fariborz kept his friendship with Baraheni and later his sons. 


Young at heart

In mid-summer, the SWP offered me the use of an empty basement apartment in a nearby building that I shared with a young Puerto Rican Trotskyist named Alexis.  There were just two spring boxes in the apartment on which we slept at night.  Still, it was a step up for me to have “my own apartment” and for Fariborz and Marcia a chance to have their privacy.  I still went  to work in Fariborz’s apartment and enjoyed his company and hospitality. 


The factional struggle took a positive turn.  Under pressure from the SWP, the PC majority agreed to return two PRF members it had expelled and distribute our documets by forammly opening up process leading to the first convention of the Sattar League in late Novembe.  My personal situation also improved markedly. I wsa two thousand dollars in debt and after  consultation with Mahmoud and Fariborz, I applied for and got a full time job in the State University of New York, medical school in Brookly. As I began to get a regular I was able to rent a railroad apartment at the corner of Garfield Place and Seventh Avenue in Park Slope, across Prospect Park from Eastern Parkway. Soon Mary also moved to New York to live together once again.  


The convention was far from democratic and factionalism was still rife. The PC majority submitted its Political Resolution only one day before the convention began.  The PRF Political Resolution was available for in September.  Their resolution registered the retreat of the PC majority from the worse aspects of Zahraie’s earlier positions. The political schism was in plain view when the convention voted along factional lines on resolutions and reports.  Still, the two representatives of the SWP suggested to Mahmoud to dissolve the PRF at the conclusion of the convention which we did.  However, Zahraie continued his hostility toward the former PRF members.  As I will briefly discuss below, by the end of 1980 all former PRF members and those who happened to share the same views as them were expelled from the Zahraie dominated party in Iran.   


The convention also minimaly prepare us for the February 1979 that overthrew the monarchy and ushered in the Khomeini Islamic Republic. We were far from ready to face the emrging clerical capitalist Islamic Republic counter-revolution that began the day after insurrection by reimposing censorship on the national radio and television.  Two weeks later Ayatollah Khomeini issued a decree for obligatory Islamic hejab. 


Still, the period after the convention and a few month before the February 1979 Iranian revolution was relatively peaceful and relaxed.  Fariborz and Marcia socialized with Mary and me over dinner parties and in walks in Manhattan or in Prospect Park. Unlike me who was attracted to the 1960s rock and classical music, Fariborz was a fan of big bands especially he liked Frank Sinatra.  His favorite song was “Young at Heart” which he hummed for his friends and sometimes sang out loud perhaps because it resonated with his own character.  It was during these social events that Mary who is good in picking nicknames began to call him Fun Freddie, a nickname that stuck to him in the abbreviated for of Freddie.  


Fariborz in the Iranian revolution of 1979 

In Tabriz, Azerbaijan, in February 1978, hundreds of thousands protested against the Shah’s regime. A year later in three days that began on February 11, 1979, millions of Iranians took to the streets in support of many thousands who stormed the military bases, police stations, SAVAK headquarters, and prisons as the repressive apparatus of the Shah’s regime collapsed.  The Shah and his family had already left Iran on January 16 tears in his eyes. 


The Sattar League sent all its members to Iran in January. On January 22, in a press conference in Tehran, Babak Zahraie, Mahmoud Sayrafizadeh, and Parvin Najafi announced the formation of Hezb-e Kargaran-e Sosialist (HKS—Socialist Workers Party) which was conceived at the timeto replace the clandestine Sattar League.  The new party proclaimed a Bill of Rights for the Working People.  It included the following demands:


• The right to vote for women and participation of women in all the affairs of the society. 


• The right of the oppressed nationalities to use their own languages. • The right of self-determination for the oppressed nationalities. 


• The right of the workers to organize in labor unions.


• The right of the peasants to own the land they till. 


• The right to establish a government of workers and peasants instead of a government of the property-owning classes. 


• The right to nationalize the oil industry and take it away from the imperialists.


• Freedom of expression, freedom of the press, freedom of association, and freedom of religion. 


• The right to due process instead of the arbitrary penalties and rulings meted out under the control of the monarchy. 


• The right of the people to vote and to elect the representatives of their choice. 


• The right to form committees of people's representatives that would be responsible to the people themselves and not to the monarchy. 


• The right to arm the people and organize a people's militia.


• The right of the mass organizations of the people to administer all the affairs of the towns and provinces. 


• The right to liberation and voluntary cooperation of all the peoples and national ities living in Iran.


• The right of Iran to political and economic independence from imperialism.


These demands were capped with the call for the immediate convocation of a constitutional  assembly organized from below to draft the new constitution. 


After the February 11-13 insurrection,  the Iranian Supporters of the Fourth International in the Near East and Europe headed by Hormoz Rahimian and the Zahraie dominated HKS merged, encouraged by the revolutionary optimism permeating the country and urged by representatives of the U.S. SWP and the Fourth International who were in Iran.  The merger was reached at the top and was simply announced to the membership in a joint assembly.  Rahimian become the National Secretary of the HKS and Babak Zahraie become the editor of its newspaper Kargar (Worker).   The ranks welcomed the merger beause of a long simmering desire for Trotskyist unification. 


The united HKS did quite well thanks to its reasonably argued critical stance towards the clerical capitalist Islamic Republic and the sharp interest in socialism and the revolutionary optimism of the working people and the youth. By the summer of 1979, the HKS had about 500 members and many supporters. Kargar which was the first socialist paper being sold at cross sections in streets and on news stands sold in many thousands.  


However, Ayatollah Khomeini forces began their counter-revolutionary attacks on the newly gained democratic and political rights and organized its repressive forces to wage systematic wave of repression its critics and opponents. They were aided by the popularity of Ayatollah Khomeini and his influence among the lower income working people of the cities and countryside and the crisis of the largely Stalinist Iranian left that was looking for a national bourgeois leadership it can support with many supporting Khomeini. 


By mid-Summer, the HKS split along the old organizational lines: Hormoz Rahimian and Trotskyists trained in the traditions of Fourth International parties in Europe took the name of the party and Babak Zahraie took Kargar and in early fall organized the former Sattar League members into Hezb-e Kargaran-e Enghlani (HKE-Revolutionary Workers Party).  The HKS increasingly became part of the ultra-left sectarian socialist currents that quickly came into armed conflict with the Islamic Republic.  Zahraie, on the other hand, soon began to view the Islamic youth who took over the U.S. embassy and then the universities as the key anti-imperialist current and potentially winnable to socialism. 


Neither Rahimian nor Zahraie ever wrote up a document such as political resolution to justify these views and submit it to discussion leading to a democratic convention.  Quite the opposite happened. When I and a doze members of the HKE members questioned its adaptationist course we were expelled as we declared the Trotskyist Unification Faction (FTU) in April 1980.  In the summer the Islamic Republic launched an military offensive to crush the Kurdish oppressed nationality that was fighting for its national rights.  Kargar and the HKE were quiet about it.  When Mahmoud, Fariborz, and Nader Javadi organized the Marxist Faction to force a discussion of the issue, demand the return of the FTU to HKE, and for a democratic convention, they who also numbered about two dozen were expelled. 


Together with a group of nine dissidents from Rahimian's HKS, who formed the Trotskyist Faction, the Faction for Trotskyist Unification and the Marxist Faction organized and held the first democratic convention of our movement that resulted in the formation of Hezbe Vahdat-e Kargarn (Workers Unity Party, HVK) in January of 1981. HVK published Hemmat as its newspaper and distinguished itself from both the sectarianism of HKS and the adaptationist course of HKE.  Unlike the HKS, it participated in the anti-imperialist mass movement and the war effort to defend the revolution against Saddam Hussein’s invasion of Iran. Unlike the HKE, it did not give political support to policies of the Islamic Republic. 


However, the HVK also began to have a crisis. It too tended to yield under the pressure of the Islamic Republic even after its newspaper was banned in March 1982.  


By the end of 1982, all three parties were for all practical purposes non-functioning.  The Iranian Trotskyist movement had ceased to exist.


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For Fariborz, like for most of us, returning to Iran involved a radical change.  After a decade or so trying to adjust to life in the United States, we now had to readjust to living in Iran. Fariborz’s personal life changed dramatically. In Tehran, he lived in a middle class neighborhood off Gandhi Avenue in a well-designed airy two story house with his elderly mother.  His younger brother, Kiomars, lived in the upper story that had a separate entrance with his wife and their toddler. His sister Sosan was married and had a very young daughter lived elsewhere and visited oftern.  Fariborz also had an older half brother, Siavash, a heart surgeon who lived part of the year in Germany, who he really liked.  He was also close to Sosan and her husband Reza who was steeped in Iranian literature and philosophy. In recent years, Fariborz posted Reza's potery on his facebook.  Fariborz’s mother who was an elderly woman at the time was a great cook. 


In the united HKS, there were three branches of about 100 members each in Tehran.  I was in the East Tehran branch and Fariborz in the Central Tehran branch.  So we only met in occasional assemblies Terhan-wide assemblies. But this phase lasted a few months. 


After the summer massive wave of repression when headquarters of political parties were attacked and the united HKS split, Fariborz and I were in the HKE orgnzied as small cells of about five members. When we had a cell meeting, we dressed up as if we are going for a small dinner or luch party. Again, politically we Fariborz and I did not work together.


However, I often visited Fariborz socially as I did not have a place of my own.  Although my parents who lived in northeast of Tehran were delighted I had returned home and did their best to provide for me, they were both unhappy with the revolution and with my socialist activities.  One day, I overheard my father complaining to my mother in the kitchen about my “selling newspapers” in the streets!  They were nice enough to keep quiet about their feelings. But I did not want be imposing on them. 


Azar Gilak who I knew like me studied mathematics at University of Texas at Austin and was in the Sattar League had rented a two-bedroom apartment in a central location in Tehran. She generously offered me a bedroom and shared her meals with me.  She and others who visited made her apartment a socially inviting and politically exciting place.  Still, I also visited Fariborz at his house, stayed for dinner and overnight.  Fariborz's aging mother and I became friends as she share stories about her life in every visit.  In particular, she liked to tell stories about her time in Germany as a young woman.  One recurrent story was about her swimming in a beautiful lake. Apparently, she was a very good swimmer.  On these occasions Fariborz and I socialized.  We talked about the latest political issues, and in a revolution there is something demanding analysis everyday. But he also told me stories about his family.  He was concerned about his younger brother and about the young daughter of her sister who had a serious illness requiring them to seek medical care in England. On nights Sosan and Rez were there and we listen to Reza’s discussion of Islamic philosophy and how it contributed to the development of various Shite currents and their role in the revolution and the formation of the Islamic Republic. Of course, I did not know nothing about these issues as “class analysis” loomed large in my mind. 


When Iranian Trotskyists returned from the U.S. and Europe, many had broken a relationship in the country they had left and most wanted a new romantic relationship in Iran as part of reroot ourselves.  In the first year of our return, many found new romatic relationship and had married almost always with someone else in the movement. Most men I knew married younger Iranian women who were won over to socialism. 


Fariborz also married Afsaneh Izzadi, a recent recruit to the united HKS, who was the younger sister of a brother and sister who were in Sattar League. From then on when I visited, the three of us socialized.  At some point, Fariborz and Afsaneh decided to go on a diet to lose a little weight.  They announced their decision to me over dinner one evening.  A couple of weeks later, I visited again and we had dinner.  They still ate smaller portions.  Later in that night, I was walking to my bedroom passed theirs that I found the door open. The two of them were sitting up in their bed eating ice cream out of a carton!  They must have seen my look of amazement. In response, they sang in unison: “Don’t matter if I am fatter!”  When I burst into laughter It was Fun Freddie at his best!


Fariborz’s and Afsaneh’s marriage did not last long.  I never asked why but I guess the fact that Afsaneh was losing her interested in the revolution and the heavy dose of repression  against women had something to do with it.   She left for Istanbul, Turkey, to pursue her college education. 


Fariborz and I continued to spend time together to relax from time to time. The daily pressure of the revolution and counter-revolution was immense. We with other friends went on lunch picnic from time to time.  After the formation of the HVK, on Fariborz's suggestion we enrolled in a karate class held outdoors. We bought white karate outfit with white belt indicating our beginners status.  As it is the custom in martial arts, at beginning and the end of the class we called out "oss" while bowing to the teacher. Fariborz and I saluted each other for fun with an "oss" and a bow for a time.   


Fariborz in industry

As capable as he was, Fariborz stepped backed when our movement was in relative calm to focus on his party assigned tasks and to enjoy his private life which he always cherished.  In Iran, a central aspect of our work was to carry the “turn to industry.” In November 1979, in its fifth world congress, the Fourth International (FI) leadership voted for the “turn to industry.”  The 1973-75 world recession had announced announced the end of the post-WWII prosperity.  As some FI leaders, in particular Ernest Mandel, had argued, the world economy in its center had entered into a long-term stagnation due to the decline in the average rate of profit.  It was argued, correctly as it turned out, the capitalist classes would launch a frontal attack on the working class and its mass organizations, in particular industrial unions, to push down the wage share boosting profits. In the 1960s and 1970s, sections of the FI had recruited handsomely from the waves of radicalizations and the bulk of its new members were youth and students.


The “Turn to industry” was to send a majority of leaders and members of the FI parties into industrial unions not just to "proletariaize" the movement, but also to position us in the heart of labor resistance to capitalist assault. 


The Iranian Trotskyist saw the 1979 revolution and the role played by the industrial working class as affirmation of the "turn to industry."  Sixtheen HKS members were arrested in Ahwaz in in the summer of 1979 and 12 of them were sentenced to death by Ayatollah Janati in August. They real crime was selling solidarity with the oil workers and socialist literature to oil workers. After an international campaign the charges were dropped and the sixtheen socialists released from prison in the fall of 1979. The united HKS and later the HKE tried to implement the turn to indutry.  However, it proved very difficult as our leaders and members mostly came from the middle class and had lived a number of years in Europe and the United States to find jobs in industry.  The revolution itself had resulted in a sharp decline in industrial activity. Capitalist enterprises whose owners and managers has mostly fled the country were nationalized. A dual power existed in all large firms as state assigned managers faced an organized and militat workforce. There was a shortage of raw materials. 


Further, industrial workers often lacked even a high school education. Not only we had to look like genuine industrial workers but we also had to forge our documents to show similar level of education when applying for industrial jobs.  As many of us returned to our family homes in middle class neighborhood, we live geographically separate from the bulk of industrial workers. 


As it turned out women in our movement did far better in finding industrial jobs than did the men. Sometimes even when we were successful in getting a job offer it was not the type of employment we hoped for.  Twice, my political assigmants allowed me to try to get a job in the industry. In the summer of 1979, the employment office of the Minstry of Labor referred me for a position as industrial worker.  As it turned out it was in a small workshop with a half dozen workers.  We decided that was not where we want to be. The second time spring of 1980, I was offered a job at Iran National, the major car manufacturing. However, it turned out was a security guard positio to check workers' belongings as they left the factory for home to discourage theft!  Again, we decided this was not a job we wanted to have!  


Fariborz was among the relatively few men who got an industrial job.  He landed a job in Arj, one of the two major heating and air conditioning manufactureres in Iran at the time. However, soon the management realized Fariborz could be put to better use than on the assembly line!  He was transfered to a desk job. But Fariborz managed to continue fostering his tied with assembly line workers.  During the Iran-Iraq war, he proudly reported in political discussions about his political work among the assembly line workers. Two episodes I remember was about how he went to work early to joi the assembly line workers by the fire in the yard before the office openned to discuss politics. He also reported workers' solidarity with a Baha'i worker who the management wanted to fire. At the time an anti-Baha'i campaign was underway. Workers had argued that this worker had gone to the front lines of the war to defend the revolution.  The management backed down. 


In the fall of 1980, Fariboz joined Mahmoud and Nader Javadi to organize the Marxist Faction in the HKE after the Zahraie leadership kept quiet in the face of the Islamic Republic war to crush the Kurdish fight self-determination. The Marxist Faction also demanded the reversal of the expulsion of Faction for Trotskyist Unification and the start of written discussion leading to a democratic convention.  They were promptly expelled in an assembly that Zahraie organized presumably to discuss issues raised by the Marxist Faction.  Fariborz spoke elequently at that meeting and later wrote a document detailing how the Zahraie leadership used it to expell them instead of discussing politics.  


In January 1980, Faction for Trotskyist Unification, the Marxist Faction, and the Trotskyist Faction expelled from Rahimian’s HKS established Hezbe Vahdate Kargarn (Workers Unity Party, HVK).  Fariborz was elected to it National Committee. He continued working at Arj factory.


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In July 1982, after a year-long preparation that included discussions with HVK Political Committee member Mahmoud and Farhad Noori who reported these discussion with the rest of the Political Committee (of which I was a member), I left Iran for New York and joined the Socialist Workers Party its branch in August. 


By December 1982, Mahmoud who was the public face of the HVK in dealing with the Islamic Republic authorities was taken to Evin prison and held for several days.  He was released on the condition to dissolve the HVK.  Fariborz put his house up as the collateral to secure Mahmoud's release. Mahmoud proposed to the Political Committee (PC) of the HVK to abide with the order of the Islamic Republic authorities and dissolve the party. The truth was that the HVK had already agreed to cease the publication of its newspaper Hemmat after the government demanded it.  We had no public presence of any kind and there were sign of demoralization in the ranks and among some leaders.  The PC agreed and the pary was dissolved. 


Fariborz married Shahrezad Salamatian who also belonged to HVK and he was courting in the last months of the demise of the party.  He had found employment as an interpreter at New Zealand embassy.  He also established his own official translation office in Tehran.  


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I lost contact with Fariborz after 1982.  In 2017 when he called me.  He told me he had moved to Canada years ago and established himself as a Certified Translator and Certified Court Interpreter and notary which in Canada provide certain legal services. Their son Siavash and a daughter Settareh were adults happily living their own lives.   

 


In our intital phone conversation, we also talked about how he lost his younger brother Kiomars and I lost my younger brother Kamyar to cancer.  In the fall of 2017, he and Sharezad visited the Bay Area and we had a great reunion visiting wineries and restaurants. 


Fariborz loved his family.  Twice I offered to take him and Sharezade as my guests to Costa Rica. For me that would have been a opportunity in a lifetime to spend quality time with close friends. Both times he told turned down my offer due to his plans to be with his children and Sharezade in Hawaii. 


The last time I saw Fariborz was in Vancouver in January 2020. Fariborz was due for a major surgery and his son Siavash had organized a surprise 70th birthday for him inviting his friends and family from all corners.  


Alas, the surgery did not stop the growth and spread of cancer. 



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I feel fortunate to have known and befriended Fariborz. He belonged to a generation of young men and women in Iran and the world in the 1960s and the 1970s who believed that a better world was possible and dedicated some or all of their lives to making it a reality. He was a reliable friend and comrade, always a source of stability. He was notable for his literary interests and capability. Had he spent his youth developing these, he could have been a well-known Iranian translator, poet, or literary figure. While he sometimes had a quick temper, he never failed to sport a smile and put one on his friends' faces. That is how he was nicknamed Fun Freddie (later Freddie for short). Most of all, he was a man always young at heart. When he found the love of his life and family, he found nothing more pleasurable than being with them. I will cherish and celebrate his life.