Monday, August 28, 2017

Malcolm X, the Hajj and White Supremacy

This is the season of the pilgrimage for Muslims around the world. Over 2 million Muslims - about 15,000 of them Muslim-Americans - have gathered in Makkah, Saudi Arabia, to perform the Hajj, the once-in-a-lifetime religious obligation for believers who can afford to do so physically, mentally and financially.

In April of 1964, Malcolm X, who had recently embraced Islam and taken the name Malik
El-Shabazz, performed the Hajj. It was a cathartic experience for him, one that has relevance to the events in Charlottesville earlier this month and our response to the violence and racism of the neo-Nazis, the Ku Klux Klansmen and the White Supremacists.

Because of his traumatic, near-deadly childhood experiences, Malcolm X came to regard the entire white race as exclusively evil and black separatism the only answer to white oppression.


But the Hajj changed all that. In powerful, heartfelt words - as told to Alex Haley, the author of Roots - he summarized his feelings: “Never have I witnessed such sincere hospitality and such overwhelming spirit of true brotherhood as is practiced by people of all colors and races here in this Ancient Holy Land, the home of Abraham and all the other Prophets of Holy scriptures … There were tens of thousands of pilgrims from all over the world. They were of all colors, from blue-eyed blonds to black skinned Africans. But we were all practicing the same rituals, displaying a spirit of unity and brotherhood that my experiences in America had led me to believe never could exist between the white and the non-white.”

With the flexing of power by white supremacists in Charlottesville and their tacit endorsement by President Trump through his policies and toxic Tweets, it has become easy for some of us to speak of whites in monolithic terms. As a Muslim-American, I am particularly sensitive to this because we too are often painted with a broad brush for the terrorist acts of a few. As I see it, there is no difference between James Alex Fields, Jr., the 20-year-old neo-Nazi who drove his car into the counter-rally protesters in Charlottesville, killing 1 person and injuring 19, and Younes Abouyyaqoub, the 22-year-old ISIS-inspired terrorist who drove his van into a crowd in Barcelona, Spain, killing 15 people and injuring dozens more.

Their ideology is the same: homicidal hatred for the Other.

Most whites disapprove of white supremacists and are at the forefront in the fight against racism and bigotry. In the many protest rallies I attended against president Trump’s policies, over 90% were whites. It was a reflection of their genuine conviction that treating others badly because of faith and color and race was morally wrong.

To make progress, it is instructive to ask what contributes to the feeling of supremacy, or a superiority complex, and how we can curb it. It may surprise us to learn that a superiority complex afflicts many of us even as we condemn its most visible practitioners, like the ones we saw in Charlottesville.

In its most extreme and visible form, a superiority complex arises from the color of one’s skin, the fanatical conviction in one’s faith, or the race one belongs to. But in its insidious forms, it can also arise from wealth, power, beauty, lineage, social status, knowledge and education. I know of religious chauvinism that afflicts some of my fellow Muslim Americans (“my religion is superior to yours;” “I have a monopoly on Truth that you can never have,” etc.) but I have also come across Americans of all persuasions who look down on others because of the expertise they have in a certain field or the power they possess to dominate other lives. They demand respect but are incapable of respecting others and are unable to deal with anything other than their version of the truth.

They have many laudatory characteristics but humility is not one of them.

If this seems uncomfortably familiar, it is because many of us carry one form of superiority complex or another, however much we may deny it. In that sense, Malcolm X was among the lucky ones. The scales fell from his eyes only when he was performing something as momentous as the Hajj. He realized that a blanket denunciation of whites was a form of superiority complex, the very thing he had spent most of his life condemning.

But what about the rest of us? This is where the tragic spectacle we saw in Charlottesville comes in. While unequivocally condemning the neo-Nazis and the White supremacists, we can also use their tiki-torch terror to look within ourselves to see if we harbor similar, albeit latent, habits. We cannot fight racism and bigotry if we practice them ourselves in subtler forms.

In his farewell sermon 1400 years ago delivered during the Hajj, Prophet Muhammad said: “All mankind is from Adam and Eve. An Arab has no superiority over a non-Arab nor a non-Arab has any superiority over an Arab. Also, a white has no superiority over a black and a black has any superiority over white, except by piety and good action.”

In his own way, Malcolm X was saying the same thing when he experienced his pilgrimage epiphany. By cleansing ourselves of any trace of superiority, we can turn the ugliness of Charlottesville into something beneficial for America.

Monday, August 14, 2017

In Thoreau Country: A Perspective on Today's America

“I had three chairs in my house; one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society.”
Ever since I read Walden over two decades ago, I sometimes dreamed that I was transported back in time by a century and a half to sit on that second chair one evening and have some heart-to-heart with Henry David Thoreau.
“Do you think I am leading a life of quiet desperation?” I might begin. Or perhaps something lighter: “How are those beans coming along?” Or maybe inquire after the health of his friend and mentor Ralph Waldo Emerson. How about the fate of farmers mortgaging their souls to the devil, that is, to bankers, for the false privilege of “owning” their homes?
There would be much to talk about as the moon rose over the pines and its reflection gave the Walden Pond an ethereal glow.
I found the possibility of dialogue across time elusive, so this summer – August 2017 - I decided to do the next best thing. I flew from San Jose to Boston with only one goal in mind, to see Walden Pond and feel Thoreau’s presence.

I boarded a Commuter Rail from Porter Square in the city of Monmouth in Massachusetts for Concord, the fabled town where Thoreau was born and in which he spent a significant part of his life reflecting on the human inclination for both savagery and nobility.
The train journey took me through the lush summer vegetation typical of summer in the Eastern United States. The green, a shade fresher than the green in Western U.S., reminded me of the green in Bangladesh where I was born.
After about an hour, I found myself in Concord. I looked out from the station and tried to imagine what Thoreau might have seen and felt. Oh, well, there was Starbucks as well as several auto workshops, a general store, an optometry shop, a bank.


I began the walk from Concord to Walden Pond, a distance of about a mile and a half. Thoreau would walk this path to and from his cabin for an evening meal at the home of his mother and brother and keep up with current events. He lived in the cabin for 2 years, 2 months 2 days, from July 4, 1845 to September 6, 1847. How many miles did he walk in all? Thousands. No wonder he looks so fit in the only two photographs we have of him.



The walk took me by immaculate lawns and quaint homes with ancient trees spreading their ample shadows across grass and streets. It made the hot trek tolerable. Reminders of Thoreau were everywhere, from the Thoreau streets and lanes to markers pointing out where slaves hid a few years before the Civil War began, and some of whom Thoreau helped escape to Canada through the Underground Railroad.

The neighborhood was lily-white, so I was heartened to see a sign on a lawn that said “Black Lives Matter.” Thoreau, among the original abolitionists, would have smiled.
And then suddenly I was on hallowed ground. I was at the bank of the Walden Pond. Through the trees I could see the whole pond and its graceful finite shoreline enclosing infinite stories and memories.  

Walden Pond was not so much a pond as it was a poem, a magical, mathematical pi rather than a mere positive integer. People of all ages were sunbathing and swimming, about two hundred of them, with lifeguards sounding out solemn instructions from their high perch from time to time.



I swam in the waters of the Walden Pond. Opened my eyes underwater after a few laps and found the water as green as the vegetation around. A snapping turtle came by to check out the humans and unimpressed, turned back and disappeared in the dark deep waters. The water seemed cold at places and warm at others. Two enterprising tourists were rowing on a canoe, going further than any swimmer dared to venture.

In the winter of 1846, after the pond froze solid so that he could walk on it, Thoreau began to survey the pond. The instruments were unwieldy and heavy but Thoreau was undeterred. The "angle intersection survey" included the pond's perimeter, almost 2,900 feet. As described in the brilliant biography of "Henry David Thoreau, a Life" by Laura Dassow Walls, "with ax and ice chisel, he cut well over a hundred individual holes through the ice to lower the plumb line into the water ... Thoreau used the tools of science and engineering to create a remarkable work of art, a working survey that accurately mapped Walden Pond to the inch: length, breadth and depth ... it was 102 feet at the deepest point ..." This is how Thoreau summarized his work: "The line of greatest breadth intersects the line of greatest length at the point of greatest depth." The line is remarkable for the symbolism it contains for truth and purpose and life. In the incomparable prose of Thoreau: "It is the heart in man - It is the sun in the system ... Draw lines through the length & breadth of the aggregate of a man's particular daily experiences and volumes of life into his coves and inlets - and where they intersect will be the height or depth of his character."

After swimming to my heart’s content, went to check out the Thoreau Center, selling all things Thoreau: books, pictures, mugs, candies, maple syrup, posters. Next to the souvenir shop was the replica of Thoreau’s cabin – a 10’ x 15’ house with a single bed and a large window that looked out on the Walden Woods - and a statue. 

An array of solar panels brought dignity to the parking lot. Sight of the sun’s energy being harnessed would undoubtedly have pleased the Bard of Walden. Thoreau wanted to live deliberately, that is, to live honestly with the full awareness of the consequences of his actions. For this original, singular act of courage, defiance and integrity, we remember him to this day with gratitude and humility. He pointed us all toward a better way, that a person is indeed “rich in proportion the number of things he can afford to let alone.”


On the walk back from Walden to the town, that is, Concord, I thought of the events roiling America these days. Donald Trump has emboldened racists and hate-spinners, turning America the Beautiful into America the Ugly. Thoreau would have walked the 550 miles from Concord, Massachusetts to Charlottesville, Virginia, to oppose the neo-Nazis, the Supremacists and the KKKs defiling the American ideal. On July 23, 1846, He spent a night in jail in Concord for refusing to pay a poll tax, fearing that the money could be used to pay for the Mexican-American War he opposed. How gladly he would have spent nights, if not years, in a jail if that’s what it took to free American from the shackles of the hate-mongers and the internal terrorists on the rise in Trump’s America!
“What is the use of a house if you haven’t got a tolerable planet to put it on?” asked a prescient Thoreau. Global warming is the undeniable reliability of our times but Thoreau saw it coming way before anyone else. He saw it but we don’t for one simple fact: We choose not to live deliberately. That includes both the affirmers and the deniers of global warming.

Raise your hand if you think of yourself as a modern-day Thoreau, if you can live deliberately as Thoreau did, even if only for a year in the wilderness by summoning the willpower to resist the digital seduction, if you can fight for justice and equality even while raising beans and being nourished by solitude.
What, no hands? None at all?