Disclaimer: notes transcribed as is, no editing has been made so as to preserve my original feelings as I read the chapter.
Part 1. Warnings; Chapter 7, Saladin Kader
Such an emotionally charged account; both politically & racially explosive, an older & perhaps wiser Saladin Kader recounts his pre-war life at age 17. A time when he thought he knew everything and was about to be recruited (at his own instigation) by the “Children Of Yassin” in Kuwait City.
It seems he thought very little of his docile father, but the eldest Kader had seen not one but two results of the African Rabies virus. Which just made him most determined to evacuate his family to, what seems to be the only country willing to believe in the threat of “African Rabies” (as some have called it, but I’m not keen on this name for the zombie plague). Even if it means heading toward a country that the family consider the enemy.
I love the moment that Saladin’s father, in a moment of desperation and blind fear of losing his son forever, suddenly transforms from the timid, soft father he knew into a lion protecting his cubs.
As he recounts, where had this man come from.
Some martyr I turned out to be, I think I cried all the way to Cairo.
Fear is a most potent weapon and his father used it to save his life. Such is a strong and powerful love parent can have that is overpowers all rational thought, in this case deservedly so.
Once the family arrive in Cairo, Saladin sees that the Israeli quarantine without prejudice. If the dogs don’t like what they smell, that person is removed. Ordinary injuries are dealt with normally but the infected are escorted away from the rest of the population.
The Israeli government reacted to the virus by taking all reports regarding it seriously. Disappointingly, they only let people of a certain background into their borders. I’m not sure I understand why, certainly a virus couldn’t care less what nationality of person it infected. It disregards all religious preferences. Gender? Who cares! Sexual persuasion? What’s that?!
Saladin’s opinions are polar opposite to the Israeli government, but just as racist. Unfortunately at that time, Saladin still believed he was right and more righteous than his father. Even when his family is allowed to stay at the refuge camp at Yeroham, or maybe because of it.
The defiant teenager had an air of “I told you so” about him as the older Saladin now admits.
The constant medical examinations bring about more doubts as does a friendly Palestinian doctor who tells him that they made the right choice, they wouldn’t regret it.
Maybe some-one high up in the Isreali hierarchy has read the Warmbrunn-Knight report. They certainly seem prepared, with their high encircling walls being built, dogs being used to screen refugees and the medical tour-de-force at Yeroham. Clearly someone is thinking ahead.
Finally, after three weeks in quarantine, the boy learns the truth.
The entire family didn’t even get a chance to re-settle, on the way to their new subsidised home an insurgence attack leads Saladin seeing the zombies first hand.
He concedes at last to common sense instead of hatred. And then wonders why the rest of the world is not heeding Israel’s warning!
He is, unfortunately, a prime example why people weren’t listening. They didn’t want to believe it could happen, Jurgen Warmbrunn was only too right about the majority of the human population. Again, the father proved to be the most sensible between father and son.