SAUDI AMERICA

By D. HADDOW

On my way to a design conference in Jeddah last month the Air Canada ticket lady begged me not to get on the plane, claiming that I would be tossed in a dungeon upon arrival because my skin is pink. She was, of course, retarded. After spending a week in Jeddah, what I found to be most shocking was not the dress code or the peculiar security measures (photographing official buildings is technically espionage punishable by beheading) but more than anything, the place looked and felt almost exactly like a gated suburban community in Arizona, just with less golf and more praying.

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