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A Fifth Qatari Travelogue: The Blockade

This is the fifth in a series of essays written after a business trip to Qatar. The first one is here, the second one is here, the third one can be found here, and the fourth one can be found here.

I’ve spent a few months hearing about the various goings-on with Qatar being under a blockade of some sort by its neighbors. I wondered what it would be like to go there. I heard that there were new pictures of the Emir everywhere. Indeed, brother j r told me:

Oh yeah, there’s this viral Che-style image of the Emir that was up all over the place. Wondering if it was there the last time you were there. Heard it was a new thing, since the beef with the other GCC members.

Let me begin by saying that, yes, I saw the picture. I saw it in lots of places.

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A bit of backstory for the leadership of Qatar. Hamad bin Khalifa Al Thani was the Emir of Qatar from 1995 to 2013. It was in 1995 that Hamad took power (in a bloodless coup) from his father Khalifa bin Hamad Al Thani. In my previous visits to Qatar, I always saw a pair of portraits together in most public places. Hamad bin Hamad Al Thani on the left and Tamim bin Hamad Al Thani on the right. Oil painting versions of these two pictures here.

I admit, when I said “The Emir” whenever I was talking about Qatar over the last 2-3 years, I was thinking about the father (the guy on the left) and not thinking about the son (the guy on the right). In my brain, “The Emir” referred to Hamad. The Emir was the guy who outfoxed his own father. The Emir was the guy who helped drag Qatar into the 21st Century. The Emir was the guy who made Modern Doha. The current guy? Tamim? I thought of Tamim as “The Emir’s son”.

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The elevators at our hotel had little television screens playing a loop of this commercial over and over and over and over again.

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The newspapers we read in the mornings had a countdown on the masthead. “Day 110 of the Siege!” The next day: “Day 111 of the Siege!”

A lot of the articles talk about how great things are going despite the blockade. How defiant the leadership is. How defiant the Qatari people are in the face of the blockade. Heck, even a couple of lines about how defiant the ex-pat community is in the face of the blockade. There are many who call Qatar their home… and, yes, they all stand together and are defiant in the face of the blockade.

There is a real sense of optimism on the front page. On the day that I started writing this post, for example, I checked out the front page of the paper (Warning: PDF) to see what was going on.

Day 122 of the siege. Articles talking about stuff getting better. An update on the Emir sending out a telegram to Iraq. A Hague seminar on how unjust the siege is. An article talking about steps the government will be taking to help reduce traffic on the roads.

Nothing but indications that things are looking up.

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The Calvin Harris song “Feels” was everywhere. When we first got there, the radio wouldn’t stop playing it. Please note: this is a song where Katy Perry is cooing the line “I know you ain’t afraid to pop pills”. Halfway through the trip, someone somewhere must have actually listened to the lyrics because the radio added a bit of censorship so that she was singing “I know you ain’t afraid to pop (beat of silence)”.

I found myself thinking “holy cow… when all of the old people were complaining about my music back in the 80’s, they were 100% right.”

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The impact of the siege is really difficult to judge from a two-week visit but there were a handful of things we noticed. For one thing, the hotel we stayed at was connected to a mall and the mall had a Carrefour in it (think “Super Wal-mart” or “Super Target”). On our first visit, we wandered over to the snack aisle looking for Lay’s French Cheese Potato Chips.

We couldn’t find any Lay’s potato chips at all. We looked at the top of the display and saw the little paper insert that announced “this is the Lay’s potato chip part of the section” but, underneath, there was nothing but alien potato chip companies that we didn’t recognize. We tried some of them. We finished none of them. Additionally, the Pizza Hut where we would occasionally purchase a pizza ran out of pepperoni.

When we visited the Souk Waqif, several of the stores had signs that said something to the effect of “We Proudly Only Sell Goods From Qatar Or Friendly Nations!” (I mean, if you’re going to spin selling the equivalent of alien potato chips instead of Lay’s (which are trucked in from Saudi Arabia), that’s how you’ve pretty much gotta spin it.)

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The Che-style image of the Emir is *EVERYWHERE*. It’s 10 stories high on some buildings. It’s on a 20 foot banner on the shorter buildings. It’s on the video screens at the airport. It’s on t-shirts, hats, and posters. I walked past one poster and saw that it had been scribbled on and I immediately freaked out a little inside and thought “they vandalized a picture of him?” and looked closer and saw that it was covered in little sentences like “I (heart) Qatar” and “(country) supports Qatar” (and, probably, some “we stand defiant in the face of the blockade” statements were sprinkled in there too).

I was confused for about a half-second and then realized that this sort of thing was *BRILLIANT*. If you looked and saw some graffiti on one of the ubiquitous posters strewn on nigh-every wall, building, and window, you wouldn’t flip out like I was inclined to at first. Instead, you’d think “oh, more people affirming their love for Qatar”.

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My anecdotes about how bad the driving is over there have stopped being fun to tell.

We drove past an accident on our way to work one day. The police had their cars with lights flashing and they were standing in front of an overturned sewage truck and waving people to get into the right lane. As we passed, we saw a crumpled mass in front of a windshield that was broken through. We didn’t see another vehicle so there was no obvious cause. I found myself wondering what happened as we finished our drive to work… was the guy in the truck cut off by one of the hundreds of vehicles demanding to drive at 160km/hr and weaving in and out of traffic causing the driver to freak out and flip his truck? Did the driver just fall asleep at the wheel? Did the driver just not know how to handle the truck? The pool of sewage was still growing. It had happened recently enough that it was still growing.

The next day, driving to work, we looked for signs of yesterday’s accident. There was no sign of it.

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Day two or day three into our trip, workers started putting up barricades lining the streets. They put up similar ones last time we were here as part of a 5k that everybody was running and so I jumped to the conclusion that, hey, they’re doing it again. It was September, after all. Almost October. That’s practically 5k weather. I said to my co-worker “looks like they’re doing a 5k again.” “We should sign up,” he told me.

We work for a few more days and we get to the weekend and we finally have a day off.

Of course, we said “let’s go out to the souq!”

So we grab the car and get on our way, or make the attempt … but trying to leave the hotel, we saw that our exit was blocked by a fire marshal pickup truck. Okay, fine, whatever, we went out one of the egress ways that may or may not have been an entrance and got on the road to the souq (in this case, al Corniche street) and turned right and… well, we hit a red light. And it stayed red. And there were cops everywhere. Like, *EVERYWHERE*. We were at the front of the line where we were at the light, so they must have just recently turned them red… was there an accident or something?

We turned on the radio to the English-speaking booty music station and the DJs were talking about how, on al Corniche street, THE EMIR HIMSELF was returning! They rattled off his accomplishments while overseas, mentioned how great it was to be Qatari, read a handful of texts from people currently on al Corniche street waiting for the Emir to return, and asked listeners to send texts explaining what the best name for today should be. “Victory Day” was one. The DJ had never heard “Red Letter Day” before and she googled it and read the definition over the air and said “wow, that’s a great name! Today is a Red Letter Day!”

Off in the distance, we saw one helicopter… two helicopters… and they were flying towards us. A single fire marshal truck rode down the opposite road. Then two pickup trucks. Then a pickup truck with a guy with a news camera in the back came down. Then a WHOLE BUNCH OF CARS IN A ROW. A couple of which had men dressed in white standing in them and they were waving to the crowds. In the middle of the motorcade was a big black car. Then a whole bunch of pickup trucks. Then a police car.

And then, 10 minutes after the motorcade passed, they turned the traffic lights back on and we drove to the souq.

We looked around and when the traffic started moving again, we were able to really look at all of the cars. We saw that about half of them were decked out with those little flags like you’d see people flying for the Broncos or the Avalanche but they were all Qatari flags. We drove past little families sitting on the grass on the side of the road where they were all decked out in Qatari national dress and the little ones were holding little Qatari flags to wave. A couple of moon-roofed Escalades drove past with teenagers standing up through the moon roof waving regulation sized flags. There was even a pickup truck with a great big Qatari flag flying in the back that really looked kinda cool when they were able to drive faster than parking lot speeds.

All the while, the DJ was reading texts from everybody who was on the same street that we only happened to be on by chance and everything she read was gushing about patriotism, defiance in the face of the blockade, and expressing pride in the Emir.

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We saw something that I’d never seen before while there. Men dressed in Qatari national dress head to toe were ubiquitous but, every once in a while, Qatari men wearing the long white robe (the Thoub) and, instead of wearing the starched white headdress and black cord (ghutra and agal), wearing a ball cap. We saw three or four of these guys. A couple of Yankees caps, a Spurs cap, and a brand I didn’t recognize. All with the long white robe.

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We got curious as to the writing on the bottom of the picture of the Emir. Does the picture have a name? What does the writing at the bottom of the picture say?

We found that the drawing was called “Tamim the Glorious” and we found a handful of pieces talking about the artist and others talking about how viral the picture has gotten.

And, of course, articles talking about how this portrait is a symbol of the defiance of the Qatari people in the face of the blockade.

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One thing that I noticed toward the tail end of the trip: When I thought “The Emir”, I had stopped thinking of Hamad. Hamad is the Emir’s father. Now, when I think “The Emir”, I think Tamim. “Tamim the Glorious.”


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15 thoughts on “A Fifth Qatari Travelogue: The Blockade

  1. I’m not sure the tone of this piece is sufficiently defiant, what with the blockade…

    Thanks for sharing these I very much enjoy reading them.

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  2. Here’s the anecdote that I thought about including in the essay but talked it over with Maribou beforehand and we agreed that it was just a hair “on the nose”.

    On one of the last nights we were there, we went to the mall’s food court to get a little something for supper. Despite the blockade, the food court was hopping and I saw a woman in full hijab dress sitting with (I presume it was) her son (in short pants and printed t-shirt) and they were opening a set of Avengers action figures (you know the ones, 8-9 inches tall, fully articulated, kung fu grip) and they were pulling out Iron Man and Captain America. As they were sitting together and playing with the figures, (I presume it was) the father in full Qatari dress came over with a tray full of McDonald’s and sat down with them and they started to eat.

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      • I didn’t get that one. I suppose, someday, it might be nice to go there and do a “we’re going to see if they got the spices right!” thing for Middle-Eastern food that purports to be something vaguely American. “How dare they call this ketchup!”, and that sort of thing.

        I just wanted the shawarma. It was a rough day. I just wanted the shawarma.

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            • They call it “Mediterranean” over there

              Of course they would.

              Back to the original post… does the Emirate have a Nobility with equivalent regional or functional jurisdiction? We tend to forget that the Monarch is usually popular with the people over and in distinction to the Nobility; notwithstanding the modern day Royality Shows.

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              • From what I could tell, there are a number of functional jurisdictions and the people in charge of those jurisdictions also have noble titles.

                But, also, Qatar has a Prime Minister as well as an Emir.

                They seem to have some mobility between seats. For example, Hamad bin Khalifa Al Thani (the Emir’s father), was the Prime Minister before becoming the Emir.

                They’ve got all kinds of Ministries. I believe that the Minister of each Ministry has a royal title of some kind as well. Of course, in my preliminary googling, a number of these ministers seem to have the surname “Al Thani”. (But not all of them! But… I’m guessing that if you kept going, they’d be cousins.)

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  3. Hooray I didn’t know Calvin Harris had a new album out!

    Er…ah…great piece, Jay. Now I want to read your notes for all the bits that you elected not to include!

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    • Variants of “holy crap, this is so heavy-handed… this is so transparent…” followed by “holy crap, am I unironically rooting for the Qataris after reading this story?” followed by “holy crap, my brain has been re-wired to think of Tamim as the Emir and I didn’t even notice as it was happening”.

      Holy crap. Propaganda works. Holy crap. It doesn’t even have to be particularly good.

      Holy crap. How am I being re-wired *RIGHT NOW*?

      That sort of thing.

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