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If any of you are bored, or maybe a bit ashamed hearing yourselves parrot to one another how much you hate Muslims, or Arabs, or one of the numerous other epithets you apply to people of Semitic ancestry without knowing a damned thing about them, you might find this a cleansing read. [Long sentence, eh?]
I found it in a ‘free’ box in a thrift store held together by rubber bands, but there’s probably another read left in this copy. If any of you can’t find a copy and want this one I’ll send it to you, rubber bands and all.
Lawrence was a young Englishman assigned early in WWI to go into the desert and try raising a rebellion among the Beduins against the Turkish Empire. The allies were having an awful time with those Turks, getting themselves made monkeys of, their cannon-fodder reduced to cannon-fodder without seeing any positive results. Someone got the idea a revolt in the background might help.
So young Lawrence found himself a camel and headed out to make friends of the tribes, to try arranging dissatisfaction among them. To offer money, weapons, military advisors, explosives to weaken the back door to pesky Turkey.
Lawrence lived among them several years. Became trusted by them, successfully stirred them into revolt, led them, came to respect and understand them. Earned their trust, I should have said, to the extent any representative of a European power could be trusted. And trusted them in a more-or-less realistic way.
These are his memoirs, his exploits, his observations about the people. The events that came to be important as an influence on the future running right to the present. And changed his entire perspective about loyalties, betrayals, patriotism and individual responsibility.
In some ways what happened to Lawrence is reminescent of what the Templars were accused of and slaughtered for by the European powers. Becoming too familiar, dangerously understanding of the fabled, demonized enemy.
Lawrence could probably offer an Eighth Pillar of Wisdom if he’d survived until today and had a chance to offer his thoughts about what he’d see around him.
A worthy read, worth the rubber bands holding it together. 655 pages with introduction and remarks by his friend, George Bernard Shaw.