Several months back, I was severely convicted after viewing a must-see documentary—Obsession. It is a smoothly made video piecing together various clips from Arab television, including interviews with members of terrorist organizations, crowds screaming about Death to America, schoolchildren screaming about jihad, and even cartoon shows depicting cruel death to Jews. The evidence of Western hatred, extreme threats and graphic scenes were clearly credited to and rooted in unquestioned dedication to Islam.

I sent the preview video clip for the film out to everyone I knew. I published an opinion piece, reviewing the film. I was convinced that every single person needed to see this film in order to process the extent of the hatred many Muslims harbor for America and Israel. It was shocking, scary, and real.

It is easier to live life as “ignorance is bliss” when it comes to terrorism, warfare, and politics in general. Most people I know find the details too hard to comprehend and therefore, pay not attention at all. I feel a certain sense of obligation to continue informing them even when they don’t want to know. That is the journalist in me I suppose. I want people to know the whole story for their own good. Journalism is such a tricky profession, because so much lies behind the sparkle, the angle, the motive, and the overall sentiment of the journalist.

When it comes to terrorists, those in terrorist-associated organizations, and basic television in the Arab world—wouldn’t it benefit the American people to know as much as they could? I think Obsession should have been played on every single television station. Now I hear it’s been banned at some universities. But Obsession is just one example.

My roommate is doing research for a book now. For this project, she must watch endless hours of Arab television footage, transcribing the words of Muslim leaders, sitting front row in our living room at anti-West meetings spewing forth rhetoric of death, anniahlation of America, and the trials of convicted terrorists testifying their acts of murder like rote memorization. I walk past the living room and see white robed fanatics bowing down, burning flags, chanting death to America, and random voices declaring Jews are pigs who want to destroy Islam. I hear people vying together for the destruction of all other religions and praying for a government ruled by Islam, wishing death upon the infidels, and touting the propaganda of holy jihad, honorable death for the sake of Allah.

We sometimes make light of the footage but only to warm the shiver that runs down our spines. This is real. An Imam jokes about the beheading of a Western journalist. A video captures the suicide bombing of a marketplace. Children march in unison—the principles of hateful alliance and sacrifice being injected into their innocent nature. I believe that this Arab television should be broadcast on every American news program. They could name it, provide even one minute of the hatred that thrives over there so that the people could know what they are dealing with. I do not understand why something like this has never been implemented. Is it fear?

Certainly, we have something to fear. Look at Ayaan Hirsi Ali. I read “Infidel” and was mesmerized by the beauty of her storytelling, the intensity of her convictions, and the unabashed courage she shows in rising up against opposition. So few are willing to risk it and that is telling. I guess I’m just writing because I’m prompted to ask why the American media hides this from us? Why don’t we see it? Why am I one of the few people in this country that sees this? It should be everywhere so that no one can say they didn’t know. Everyone should know. Ignorance may be bliss but in terms of our safety, it’s just stupid.