We Must Be Free of Fear and Full of Hope

A pandemic more lethal than Covid-19 is convulsing America now. It is the pandemic of weaponized racism. 

We have all been traumatized by the video of life seeping out of George Floyd in real time as a Minneapolis policeman pressed his knee on his neck and cuts off his air supply. “I can’t breathe,” Floyd pleaded in his dying moments. In response, the white police office casually put his left hand in his pocket, adjusted his knee for maximum force, and kept the pressure on until George Floyd literally breathed his last.

In just the last few years we have seen several African-Americans paying the ultimate price at the hands of police and vigilantes for no fault other than having the ‘wrong’ shade of skin. Breonna Taylor, Ahmaud Arbery, Laquan McDonald, Eric Garner, Michael Brown, Sandra Bland, Tamir Rice, Walter Scott, Alton Sterling, Philando Castile, Botham Jean, Amadou Diallo, Freddie Gray, Sam Dubose, Terence Crutcher, Jamar Clark ... the list goes on and on.

Tommie Smith (won the gold medal in the 200-meter sprint finals in 19.83 seconds, first time the 20-seconds barrier was broken) and John Carlos raised their black-gloved fists during the medal ceremony in the 1968 Mexico City Olympics as symbols of Black Power and Human Dignity.

Statues of Tommie Smith and John Carlos on the Campus of
San Jose State University, their alma mater. Photo by Hasan Z Rahim

Fifty two years later, not only has nothing changed, it has become worse for African-Americans, particularly after Trump's rise to power.

How many of us can really feel in our guts the existential threat African-Americans experience every time they venture out to go the grocery store, to the local Starbucks, or to watch birds in a park, wondering, "Will I return alive from this outing?"

We have regressed to the extent that we keep asking ourselves, Is this America?

Police and vigilante brutality against minorities, particularly African-Americans, has reached par with the Apartheid at its worst in South Africa six decades or so ago, even though white supremacy was written into the South African constitution, not in the U.S. Constitution.

But words are cheap. What happens on the ground is reality; hallowed words are not.

Will Gandhi's non-violence work in America? Will Martin Luther King's? Will Thoreau be our guide?

That we are forced to raise these questions show the depth to which America has fallen under Trump and his enablers. The status quo has got to change.

The knee against the neck, against the jugular veins of an entire race, cutting off oxygen, surely cannot continue indefinitely. Something's gotta give. George Floyd was not an anomaly. He was the normal.

Fear has gripped us all. But fear can only create flimsy institutions. If whites band together for Trump because they fear "others" will become majority and take over everything, well, almost everything, that was "rightfully" theirs, then we will end up with a fractured country so stark that it will consist of nothing but bits and pieces, shards that are easily weaponized.

I am brown and Muslim and I say, along with millions of my fellow-Americans irrespective of color or faith, that we must be free of fear and full of hope for America not just to survive but thrive.

If we can aspire to that, we can say George Floyd did not die in vain.

May we all wake up to the light of decency and good governance on 4^th November, 2020. 

Living a Purposeful Life

Nelson Mandela found his purpose early in life - ending apartheid, or racial segregation, in South Africa - and pursued it with a quiet but unwavering determination. If an aim in life is the only fortune worth finding, as Robert Louis Stevenson, author of Treasure Island and Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde observed, Mandela found his fortune as a young activist in the 1940s and spent it fearlessly yet wisely until he helped banish the evil of apartheid from his beloved land. He lived by his credo of non-violence despite enduring 27 years (1962-1989) of inhuman abuse in prison. When he passed away in 2013 at the age of 95, he was universally recognized as one of the most heroic, magnanimous and conciliatory leader in history.

But the Nelson Mandelas of the world are rare. They epitomize the iconic, purpose-driven life we can only dream about. The sheer magnitude of their achievement seems beyond the capacity of ordinary mortals.

Yet we cannot shirk the responsibility of forging our own purpose in life, our personal pole star to steer us to our destination. Comparison with icons is not the key, having a purpose is. All around us are ordinary people doing extraordinary things. We do not find them in the headlines or in the labyrinth of social media, yet their influence shapes us, gives our lives meaning.

And imbue us with a purpose of our own.

I remember my English teacher in the ‘60s. A no-nonsense disciplinarian, his passion in life was to ensure that his students could write correct and coherent English sentences as part of a story. He forgave us if we failed to live up to his expectations but heaven help us if he sensed we were being lazy or indifferent! Facing the wrath of this teacher was one nightmare that kept us awake at night. When he learned that I was applying for admission to an English medium school, he ordered me to show up at his residence for an hour of private English tutoring twice a week after school. The man (this was in Chittagong, Bangladesh) lived in genteel poverty, yet he would not accept any money for his effort. Looking back on the experience half-a-century later, I can see that he not only taught us English but in a subliminal way imparted a more important lesson: if you are driven by a purpose, other things like money, fame and glory will recede in importance. When I made it to the private school, he was as happy for me as my parents were.

Think of the mothers, fathers, teachers, aunts, well-wishers unrelated by blood who helped you find your pole star. One of the most moving passages in literature acknowledges this profound truth. In Middlemarch, George Eliot wrote: “… for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.”

We now live in an age of anxiety and stress in which values like honesty, decency and integrity do not mean much, if at all. The cult of success has consumed us. The lust for lucre, power and fame dominate our thoughts and actions, made worse by the restlessness and discontent of a shallow, digital culture.

In other words, having a purpose in life has never seemed more urgent. The question is: How do we go about it?

Here are three ideas culled from my observation, experience and reflection. 

Value time – A life of purpose is contingent upon one simple truth: Our time on earth is finite. If we want to make a difference, be it in the life of a child or in the establishment of a beneficial institution, we must do it sooner rather than later. The frenetic pace of modern life misleads us into thinking that we will live forever when, in fact, death can claim us in our most unguarded moments. The worst thing we can do is to fritter away time in frivolous pursuits. When we value time, we honor life. The cosmos conspires to help us reach our goals in ways we can never imagine. To respect time is to turn its arrow into the arrow of truth. It is to live purpose in the most tangible of ways.

Practice patience – Just as we must fight for justice, so we must fight for purpose, for purpose can ebb and flow. Without patience, and its integrated ecosystem of passion, perseverance, perspective, tempered by a certain amount of playfulness, purpose can dissolve into despair and disappointment. It’s patience that keeps us on track when facing headwinds. The hunger for instant gratification kills patience. When patience leaves, so does purpose. Patience bridges the gap between what we do and what we value in life. The two most powerful warriors, said Tolstoy, are patience and time.

Be transformed by transcendence – The dictionary defines transcendence as ‘being beyond the limits of all possible knowledge and experience.’ In plain words, it means to submit to something bigger than ourselves. We cannot be obsessed by ‘I, Me, Mine’ if we are to have a purpose in life. Transcendence can mean serving others with the gift one has been blessed with, to act on the belief that there is more to living than basking in a life of ease and plenty. It is to know that all earthly things are temporal, be it the good life or the hard life, poverty or affluence, power or fame. For some, transcendence can mean raising considerate children, believing in the power of the unseen, being saved by the power of faith in the presence of doubt, infusing each day with grace and gratitude. For others, it can mean eliminating desire for inconsequential things, loving someone unconditionally, or developing the sensitivity “to see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower.’ Each of us must define our own purpose consistent with our moral values, work ethic and deepest yearnings. Solipsists can never have a sense of purpose, any more than narcissists and tyrants can have goodwill for others in their hearts.

We do not have to shine or excel in the worldly sense to live a purposeful life. We simply need to live that kind of a life, a life of modesty and moderation built on a foundation of good work and generous thoughts, a life nurtured by small acts of kindness practiced daily that feed the soul rather than by grandiose projects that, like mirage, remain forever beyond reach.