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Sorry Sakina, My Friend, for
Letting You Down
by Ritika Ganguly
I was on the phone
with an old buddy from Delhi when the door bell rang, and I placed him
on hold. He heard me thanking the visitor and guessed out loud if I was
being pampered yet again by my neighbors. I suppose he had heard from my
mother how much I was cared for in Bangalore where I am staying
temporarily as a PhD researcher, how a hot meal on my table awaits me
every time I get back into town from my field travels, that a list of my
favorite foods is stuck on my next door neighbor's refrigerator, and
that not a day goes by without being asked if everything is all right.
When I sated his curiosity as to who "these people" were, he repeated,
"Muslim family? Sweety, are you sure you're safe?"
My stunned silence he took as confirmation of his concern. He continued,
"They don't enter the house when you're not around, do they?" and then
said in a more jocular tone (except that he wasn't joking), "bomb to
nahin banaa rahe hain tere ghar mein ghuskey? Why are they being so
nice?" His worries, which he feels are genuine, are not isolated
apprehensions, or coming from someone whose house has been used to make
bombs, or out of any real experience of feeling "unsafe" around a
Muslim. They are part of a set of constructed fears that demonize and
exclude, that discriminate and victimize, that see anti-Muslim hostility
as normal and even respectable, and that take all of five seconds to
turn a "pampering", "caring" neighbor into a threat and a problem that
the world has to deal with.
It was no coincidence that the very same evening Sakina, my neighbor's
daughter, came back, moist-eyed, trying to make sense of what she was
told in office. One of her HR colleagues at work had blazed out loud,
days after news of terror poured out of Mumbai, that "these people
(Muslims) should all just be sent back to Pakistan.... Employees at the
Taj are suspected to have plotted with the terrorists, god knows how
many employees, at what all places, are scheming more attacks." Sakina
found herself retorting that just because people shared their names did
not mean they were alike. They were not kin. How would the Hindu
colleague feel if he were asked to leave his own country or sent away to
another place and forced to consider it his own. But the calmer question
she posed to me, with whom she was unpacking later the import of all
that was said to her at office, was, "Why did it feel foolish and far
fetched to even suggest that the colleague could be asked to leave this
country? Because it is his country more than mine, right? He has a
greater right to determine who stays and who goes..." I was stunned into
silence for the second time that evening. Because she was so goddamned
right.
It is only the privileged and politically correct English-speaking
liberal literati Muslims like theatre person Aamir Raza Husain who can
have the luxury (and the nerve) to mobilize all Muslims to prove
themselves good citizens, and as equal participants in the fight against
terror. It is every Muslim's responsibility in such times of crises to
portray his or her patriotism to the world, he says. But I wonder why my
friend should do it? Sakina, who sat glued to her television set for the
three days of the flushing out operations at the Taj, mourning the loss,
mourning the apathy, the insensitivity, the complete failure of those we
choose to put in power to instill a semblance of safety in the lives of
their citizens, and mourning the near complete success of some to
practice their best brand of divisive politics.
She does not need to demonstrate her loyalty to the country and her
hostility towards the perpetrators of terror any more than Hindus need
to establish a distance from the kar sevaks who carried out a planned
barbaric act on the Babri Masjid; or the carnage in Gujarat that claimed
the lives of more than 1,000 Muslims; or the Hindu terror suspects who
bombed people in Malegaon. It is no coincidence that we call this "small
section" "Hindu fundamentalists", whose aims and means the rest of the
community has nothing in common with, while the Muslim is just plain and
unmarked fundamentalist or even terrorist.
On a recent TV show that was another frenzied response to the Delhi bomb
blasts, a panel was discussing what people thought about banning the
Bajrang Dal like the Students Islamic Movement of India (SIMI).
Non-resident Indians were texting in from London, Sydney, Tuscany,
Tennessee, from all over the world, really, to show that they were very
much a part of the public discourse in India. While SIMI was decidedly
anti-national, the Bajrang Dal was only anti-cultural. One got to hear
the most absurd claims about how non-threatening Hindu terrorists were.
A well-known panelist even said that comparing the SIMI and the Bajrang
Dal was like comparing an AK 47 with a water pistol. These are precisely
the discourses that conjure up a national Other who is menacing,
violent, untrustworthy, worthy of exclusion and discrimination, and
guilty until proven innocent.
I left India four years ago to be a graduate student at a US university
to learn about post-colonial theory, politics of knowledge and
representation, discourses that construct the Other, and other scary
things. I have come back for my PhD fieldwork to the right place, and I
am still wishing that I wouldn't get my field data so easily.
(Ritika Ganguly is a doctoral student in anthropology at the
University of Minnesota. She can be reached at gangu008@umn.edu)
IANS | December 12,
2008
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