“The Dalai Lama from Tibet? The one with a bald head?” I asked incredulously. She must have confused the Dalai Lama with someone else, I thought.
“Yes, the Dalai Lama. The one with suicide bombers in his name,” Mary replied matter-of-factly. My mind was swimming and blank simultaneously. I knew that the Chinese government censored information, but knowing and experiencing the effects through my friend were quite different. The Dalai Lama is famous for being a preacher of coexistence between all people. How I could explain to Mary that what she considered to be a fact was a complete fabrication?
I tried to put myself in her shoes. What if I had gone to study in Russia or Nicaragua and the people there told me that Osama Bin Laden wasn’t a terrorist, but an activist for peace? Would I have believed the people in those countries? I doubted it. I was at a loss for words, but I heard myself respond.
“Mary, the Dalai Lama is not a terrorist,” I explained, like a mother telling her child Santa isn’t