Why would Yasser Arafat want me dead? Why would he even care about some insignificant young freshman representative from Michigan?
They said, We don’t think it’s about the length of your tenure, Congressman. It’s the passion of your words, continued the agent, that has caught the attention of certain people.
Well, I’m not canceling my speech, I replied, contract or no contract. I’m not letting some thug dictator hold me hostage!
Back in 1984, what I didn’t realize was that I was also a hostage, held captive by my own ignorance and fear—much like the fear that has held so much of the world hostage since the events of 9/11.