I’ve
never really been a huge soccer fan, or any sports type of fan for that matter,
I always felt that professional sport games got in the way of practicing music
or other means that were of more importance. In the recent years I have tried
to be more balanced, do things I haven’t really done before that most people
do, so when the opportunity came to go to a professional soccer game (or
football called here in Jordan) I figured I should take the opportunity and go.
There
was word being spread about a football game, a competition for Jordan’s
acceptance into the world cup. If they lost, they would be eliminated and the
other team would move on, this team was Australia. My friend Keith and I gave
some money to another BYU to buy our tickets in advance. When it got closer to
the game, Keith and I decided to stay in our apartment to rest, do homework,
and not deal with the hassle of a crazy international football game. Apparently
there were roughly nine girls and four guys going which they were advised to
have a 2:1 ration of guys to girls by their female Arabic teacher. We later
received a phone call asking for Keith and I to come so there will be more
guys, which we agreed. We took our own taxi to the stadium since the main group
had already left.
We
finally got close to the gate. Our taxi driver reminded us again to just go
straight to the Jordan gates (versus the gate the Australian portion of the
stands). We get out and quickly found ourselves in the middle of a chaotic
situation with the crowds and police. These police stood in a line telling the
young men to go away, I imagine threatening them with further gas, but I didn’t
pay too much attention to what they were saying to them; I was focused on how
to get inside the stadium and to find our group of BYU students. I walked
through a hole in the line of police. One grabs me by the arm and begins to walk
me towards the stadium with a gun in his other arm. I tell him that we have
friends inside the stadium and need to get our tickets. He said we should go to
the Australian side even though I confirmed to him we were with Jordan. We were
escorted twice by the police to the Australian gate because this apparently was
the best place for us to be. Our fellow BYU students were already stuck inside
the stadium and were not able to give us our tickets. So Keith and I decide
that we should just go home and miss the game because it was going to start
fairly soon and certainly didn’t have any tickets to get in what already seemed
to be an already sold out game. There were crowds at each Jordanian gate of
young men, pushing and shoving to squeeze through the police at the opening
gate but the police were doing the same back. Surely, we couldn’t get in that
way and sit with our friends.
Keith
and I, with another last minute decision, decided to go back to the Australian
gate and try our luck there. We were already there at the stadium; we might as
well try to get in. It was very interesting because many Jordanian youth tried
to get in on the Australian side, carrying Australian flags trying to convince
the authorities there were with Australia. Keith and I told them our story of
how we had tickets but couldn’t get them on the Jordanian side, the police told
us they couldn’t help us but we waited to see what would happen. Later, a
Jordanian woman (probably the only one I saw at the whole stadium) was in
charge of helping the Australian tourists to get in. After hearing our story
decided to let us into the stadium and to go quickly before others see that we
got in without tickets.
Keith and I on the Australian side of the stadium. |
Inside
the Australian side, we saw that our small portion of the stadium which was
fenced off was not full at all. We saw proud shirtless Aussies doing cheers while
the crowded Jordanian crowd rambled several Arabic cheers. We met a few friends
on the inside; most of them were fellow Americans that are here studying Arabic
that also got let in for free. Obviously the polices knew that this side of the
stadium would be much safer. I began to worry a lot about our group that was
stuck in the middle of the stands with Jordanians. We tried to call and text
but most of the time, our phones didn’t work and if they did, we couldn’t hear
each other because of the loud volume.
I’ve
never been to a professional soccer game, never been a fan, but I sure do
recall of hearing crazy riots and attacks at soccer games, as well as that Arab
young men can be notorious for sexually assaulting foreign women at these
events. Jordan is winning with 2 points and Australia 0 points with only a
quarter of the game left. I wanted to leave to avoid the riots and the
attempted verbal or even physical attacks on us as being foreigners and on the
opposing team. We tried to encourage the other BYU students to the same, but of
course it was too loud for them to hear us and texting didn’t work. So we left,
got a taxi fairly easy and then arrived home grateful to have avoided the later
chaos.
Our view point from the fenced off area. Straight ahead was where our other BYU group was located. |
Shortly
after arriving home, I got a call from one of the girls from the main BYU
group. I could hear loud sirens and “whooping” sounds from what sounded like an
ambulance or police car. This girl called to see if we were still at the
stadium at which I replied. I asked them if they were on their way home and she
said they were in a police ambulance type of car. She said that the crowd got
so crazy that they were bombarded by many of the young men that they sexually
assaulted the girls as they tried to get out of the crowds. I later learned
that one of the nine girls in the group strongly wanted to leave early like
Keith and I did but the rest of the group wanted to stay to the end. Sadly, she
was right to have wanted to leave. I continued to learn the greater details of
what had happened and how some of the Jordanian young men created a line around
the BYU girls so that others wouldn’t get to them, calling it “haram” or
forbidden of what the other young men were doing. A few of the girls were
devastated with what had happened while other girls just took it as part of the
culture and were just fine with their sexual assaults.
My
heart goes out to those that were hurt physically and emotionally. I wish Keith
and I could have been with them to help , I wish that the group was smarter in
their actions. I wish that they had left early like Keith and I did but most of
all I wish the girls that took the event light heartedly would be more
sensitive to the girls that were highly disturbed by the night. Nothing ever
gives men the right to sexually assault women, especially not a “culture.” They
shouldn’t have gone even with the numbers of guys to girls that they had. They
had to have known how crazy the crowds would be. They surely were warned not only the day of
the game that this would happen but also before they ever came to Jordan. Of
course, being with BYU, we instated new rules regarding public events that
there is 2:1 ratio of guys to girls.
I
think I am more concerned about all of this because I have personally tried my
best to be with the girls from our program even if it is out of my way to make
sure they aren’t bombarded by the infamous young Arab men, or what they are
called as the “shabaab.” Now, a few weeks after the game, the girls that had
the hardest time with it have expressed that it was hard for them to want to go
out and talk on the streets as they should for school but that things are now
getting better and were grateful for the young men that strived to protect
them.