That e-mail Edisaurus is frightening, but evidently not an unusual opinion. Not long ago I went to Portland with some family members as we were meeting at a diner near a place where my little neice Taylor was having a dance recital that evening. My mom and I arrived early and I spent some time shopping in a little store run by the neatest old Iranian guy. We chatted about various middle eastern singers and what not and then I bought some CDs from him and went next door to meet up with my sis and brother in law.
Well, when my brother in law found out where I had been he hit the ceiling, going on and on about how Iran is our enemy, blah, blah, blah and we were at war with them, etc., etc.
I informed him that we were fighting in Iraq, and it was insurgents we were supposedly battling, not the Iraqi people (I am told we were attempting to free the Iraqi people or something) ...and definately not the Iranian people...in particular not this little old shop keeper.
He also later got a stern talking to by my sister who apoligized to me.