Credit Where Credit is Due

In 1979, my father boarded an airplane alone with approximately $1,500 in his pocket to leave the only place he had ever known, and the place he had called home, in order to escape the violent and chaotic overthrow of the government in Iran. To hear him tell the story of what took place in the streets between the moment that the Iranian Revolution began and the moment that he escaped is jarring. I have no way of doing the entire story any…