Swords and pens: the morning email
The morning e-mail. An old friend has sent on a religious screed forwarded by a mutual friend, with the comment, "Makes for some good Religious Sci Fi"? I loaded the attached URL and read "Sword without Leniency: The West Must Scuttle Arrogant Materialism and Take Jihadists at Their Word," and somewhere about the following passage my blood heated, as we say here in Morocco:
Even though some in the Islamic world, when dealing with Westerners, will tactically repeat such ideas [about readiness to discuss, or negotiate, or stage a truce], the true believer sees in them nothing more than ignorant insults reflecting our own materialist prejudices, and signs of our spiritual bankruptcy. He sees our spiritual sickness manifested not just in our philosophical and economic materialism, but in our self-loathing, our groveling guilt over presumed imperialist and colonialist sins, our flabby tolerance, and our multicultural idealizations of dysfunctional cultures.
I started dictating a response to my friends and, at about
the point I was interrupted by a Skype conversation with a friend here and
started describing my feelings to him, it began to seem I should try to express
myself to a larger audience. The segue
from Mahmoud
Ahmadinejad’s recent letter to George W. Bush seems a little forced, as I
reread it, but I realize that it grows from my own dismay that this is just
what has been happening of late in discussions of particular Middle East/North
African/Arab/Muslim political issues: the actual details of each different
crisis, the literal content of what was said and the likely connotations
thereof for listeners in the writer/speaker's country and elsewhere, and the
relevant history of international relations among the antagonists are often
overlooked as we are treated to grand generalizations about Jihadists and
Crusaders, Arabs and Jews, believers and infidels. Herewith, what started out as an e-mail
response.
I hadn't paused to find the Ahmadinejad letter, the current
target for a good deal of rage and ridicule in the mainstream media, when it
was first mentioned in the press; and I did so only after a blogger friend
referred to it with such a casual disdain (appending a parody that had nothing to do
with the actual content of the letter) that I wondered what the despised
president of Iran had actually said. I finally bothered to track the letter
down a couple of days ago, and I think it's worth doing so before you get
enmeshed in Bruce Thornton's or anyone else's sermon about it, and about the
large topics of Muslim character and intentions. Ahmadinejad is a politician, one
nurtured in a very different school than ours, and like many others in power
today he has much to answer for -- in his case the hostage-taking in Iran in
1979 and his un-readiness to take responsibility for his country's support of Hizbollah
and of dangerous nuclear technology, as well as some very bad gender politics
and abuses of personal freedom, from the point of view of this Western observer. His letter was intended for public
consumption by a large international community including, to be sure, millions
of Muslims concerned about US policies in general and about the ghastly
prospect of a major military attack on
Ahmadinejad’s letter, read in English or French, will sound
awkward and rambling here in
But none of this really expresses the mixture of anger and
sadness that I feel when I read yet another testament to the thesis that the
world of Islam is in the grip of a unitary, duplicitous, violent, and implacably
hostile empire against which we must engage total global war; and that this
state of affairs is somehow intrinsic to Islam as a religion, and revealed by
history to be the inevitable character of its relationship with non-Muslim
regimes, with modernity, and with democracy. It takes a while to absorb the 1400 years of Muslim history,
particularly in the context of its relations with the 2000 year history of
Christianity. Much of that sanguinary history
might indeed convince one that God spreads his message on rivers of blood --
whether the sword is forged in Christian Burgundy or Muslim Damascus. I was surprised
just now to learn that there were nine crusades, the first of which
[I did know this] massacred the civilian population of
The ones who scare me most have a much darker picture of the immediate future, in which apocalyptic destruction of the earth proceeds along lines deduced from tendentious readings of the Book of Revelation and the Qur'an. On this view, the last 20 or 30 centuries of human history have been the inevitable working out of a "divine" plan by which humans will be given a chance to be tested by an immensely powerful -- yet curiously human in its jealousy and propensity for road rage -- extraterrestrial force that is about to appear in our skies and sort us out into a few goodie-twoshoes types who get to live forever in a sort of Epcot Center with infinite credit and perfect plumbing while the rest of us are quite literally in deep shit. That's not what this convinced Quaker believes. I think the "that of God" in every human is manifest in the many acts of kindness and understanding that every religion with legs has helped most of its believers to achieve in much of their daily lives, to teach their children as a value, and to imagine as a given in an Earth freed of hatred and hypocrisy. You can get there from the Gita, or the Torah, or the Gospels, or the Qur'an -- or you can figure it out on the playground and in the boardroom and call yourself a secular humanist, or a Bokononist. I don't care, as long as you don't do to other people what you wouldn't want them to do to you and are willing to open yourself to the better angels of your nature, whatever you believe those entities to be. And I still believe -- most mornings -- that Homo sapiens sapiens could figure that out collectively, and that we might and yet begin to experience a future worthy of being called Divine.
In the meantime, I'm here to tell you that the good people of Morocco -- the old friends in Sidi Kacem and Rabat with whom we've shared the same joys and sorrows we've gone through back in the USA these past 40 years, the drivers of the taxis that spare us the road rigors of Morocco who express their pleasure at our Arabic and our obvious affection for their country, and the students to whom we speak about our years of work here and our hope that we can all get past this current bad patch in international relations and start learning each other's poetry -- are not swaying hypnotically in some mosque as they drool at the prospect of a great Jihad. They're shaking their heads at the day's headlines -- whether those are about the corruption of the Ministry of Education under the previous regime or the pictures of yet another Baghdad or Jerusalem or Paris neighborhood filled with the smoke of burning cars and the bloodstained bodies of fellow children of Adam -- and then they're getting the kids off to school, chuckling over a bit of dialogue from last night's satellite-viewed soap opera or the joke their cousin in Belgium just e-mailed, wondering if the guy with the moped would really sell at that price, or hoping that mom's really committed this time to keeping her blood sugar down. They are praying a bit more these days, but mostly at home, and mostly for children and parents at home and abroad, for a little more strength to get past these current worries, and for a little more faith that things are going to get better. And those guys in the pulpits and minbars with their gleaming eyes and their delight in the pain the folks on the other side of town or river are about to experience when God gets on their case? Dubru-riyyushom: let them look to their own selves, and let us get on with our lives.
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Note: The "sword and pen" allusion is to Ibn Khaldūn's Muqaddimah, (1377 AD/ 778 AH) analysis of the clash of civilizations it might do today's religious totalitarians well to read.
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