Monday, November 16, 2009

The Myth of the "Muslim Terrorist"

by Tammy Obeidallah

According to the majority of Americans, the “War on Terror” began September 11, 2001 when 19 Muslims hijacked four planes, crashing them into the World Trade Center, Pentagon and a field in Pennsylvania. While this official version of the story, fueled by policymakers and mainstream media, ignores concrete evidence of other—distinctly non-Muslim—fingerprints on the tragedy, let us assume for the time being that these men were Islamic radicals aiming to destroy prominent American symbols and inflict mass casualties.

One of those killed in the World Trade Center was a young man named James Gadiel whose hometown of Kent, Connecticut wanted to commemorate a plaque in his honor. Since Gadiel’s father demanded the words “killed by Muslim terrorists” be engraved on the plaque, it was rejected by town council members. Ruth Epstein, one of the town leaders who voted it down, correctly pointed out that such language is disparaging, detrimental to the town’s image and hurtful to its Muslim residents.

However, “killed by Muslim terrorists” is not so offensive in that it is insensitive or promotes a negative stereotype: it is just plain inaccurate. A “Muslim terrorist,” is a myth, a fictional character based in part on the hypocritical definition of terrorism that Western policymakers and the media have used to promote their own agenda and partly due to territorial and political conflicts being erroneously framed in a religious context. Most of the “terrorist groups” and “state sponsors of terrorism,” so named by the US State Department are reactive, formed as organized resistance in the face of oppression.

During her recent visit to Pakistan, Secretary of State Clinton condemned marketplace bombings as terrorism, while stating in a town hall meeting that US drone attacks on villages were not, even though such attacks have resulted in civilian casualties and the destruction of madrasas, religious schools for children.

Throughout the world, Muslims have had no choice but to form organized resistance to the myriad injustices committed against their communities and institutions. The 1979 Islamic Revolution in Iran was a reaction to the Shah’s bloody regime and the CIA’s now admitted role in the coup which overthrew democratically elected (and secular) Mossadegh to put him in power. The Abu Sayyaf movement in the Philippines formed as a result of the government’s policy to encourage Catholic settlers to move from the north to Mindanao, which was richer in natural resources. Poorer Muslim communities were subsequently displaced and marginalized. Abu Sayyaf’s desire for an independent state in the southern Philippines has more to do with historical injustice (along with Spanish and American colonial influence) than religion.

The same false religious context is ascribed to the Palestinian-Israeli conflict as a fight between Muslims and Jews. In reality, Zionism begin as a secular movement, later establishing a state atop the mass graves of Deir Yassin, Ramleh, Acre and countless other villages decimated by the western-backed Irgun, Stern and Israeli military. In the 61 years following that disaster, the United States—founded on the principles of religious equality and freedom—has become the greatest ally of a state who has co-opted religion to justify the wholesale slaughter of Palestinians, both Muslim and Christian, while turning survivors into the world’s largest refugee population.

Recent weeks have seen Islam’s third holiest shrine, Al-Aqsa Mosque, fall under a siege by the Israeli police, attacking worshippers therein with tear gas grenades and rubber bullets. If we really lived in the alternate universe of FOX News and AM talk radio, Muslims would be carrying out daily spectacular attacks to avenge this desecration; instead Al-Aqsa is defended by a band of youths with rocks while there is silence from Islamic countries, most of whom boast corrupt western puppets as heads of government.

The assault on Al-Aqsa is the latest outrage Muslims have endured; from genocide and strangulation by the Israeli assault on Gaza to the humiliating maltreatment suffered in Guantanamo Bay, Bagram and elsewhere. According to Newsweek, tactics used in US military prisons in Iraq include the use of loud music during interrogations; one of the most frequently played songs is entitled “F-k Your God” by Deicide, attacking their very faith itself.

However, the persecution of Muslims does not just take place overseas. On October 28, FBI agents shot Detroit imam Luqman Ameen Abdullah during a botched arrest in which they loosed a police canine on him. Abdullah fired at the dog and was subsequently shot 18 times, dying at the scene. The dog was airlifted to a medical facility where it was pronounced dead. According to the FBI, Abdullah was allegedly dealing in stolen goods and was “anti-government.”

Now as the latest violent incident involving a Muslim unfolds, Arab and Islamic advocacy groups are tripping over each other to condemn the Ft. Hood shootings. Koreans did not feel such urgency when Seung-Hui Cho murdered 32 people at Virginia Tech in 2007. The difference is, Koreans have not been the victims of a sustained media campaign to define alleged criminals on the basis of their religion or nationality. Muslims have.

For far too long, our politicians and the media have preyed on an uneducated public, attempting to turn us all into Islamophobes, fearing a Muslim takeover that will turn the United States into a caliphate. For those misguided individuals, rest easy: Muslims worldwide are too busy fighting for their very existence in a war the West declared long ago.

Once upon a time in a place called Palestine
There was a man who had a home so fine
He had rolling hills, all lush and green
Olive and orange trees as far as the eye had seen
His family was proud of their life and their land
Because they worked to build it up by their hands
Everything in their life was going great
Till one fateful day in '48
Along came a soldier dressed in green and gray
And these words he had to say
"Excuse me sir you must leave at once
It's years you've overstayed
See this land God gave to us
So you must be on your way"
The man heard this, he was much confused
He didn't know how to feel
He handed his deed to his land
To prove his claims were real
But the soldier said to him, much to his chagrin
"This deed is not legit, it was given by a man
Our deed was gifted by God, now do you understand?
Your kind are no longer welcome here, we need need the room to grow
Please now be on your way sir, let it now be so
Do not let your heart be weary
If you're willing to sell, we are willing to pay
We will give you cash, we will give you gold
If only you claim this plot sold
But if you refuse, much you will lose
And we will take it anyway"
The man stood there and said to the soldier
"This day I do declare, that I will remain steadfast
We will not go away from our homes
We will fight until the last
So now please be on your way
My deed is truly legit
This visit you pay is come to an end
Khalas, that is it."
The soldier left, but returned the next day
With many more comrades this time
They drew their guns and forced them all out
And they left their lives behind
The man embarked on a long lonely journey
Across deserts, and unwelcome terrain
Night and day, week and month,
Through the sun, and through the rain
He searched for a place to live
He tried every place he could find
He tried the jungle, he tried the desert,
Neither seemed to be so kind
He tried Antarctica, near the South Pole
His neighbours were penguins, but it was so cold
He tried an old castle, but so lonely there
He tried outer space, but not so much air!
Under a waterfall, it's so original
But unfortunately also so damp
And so he finally settled down
in a local refugee camp
His friends and his neighbors were scattered about
On every continent around
They built communities where they settled
And slowly tried to rebound
But a fire burned in their hearts
A desire for their own nation
And it burned ever hotter
With each passing generation
As the occupation ensued, and more land was consumed
A resistance was growing fast
The goal they held was for liberation
They would fight no matter how long it last
The man took up arms, and vowed to fight
He knew it was just, he knew it was right
He marched back to his homeland
And the sight he seen before his eyes
Was enough to make the man cry
His home had been transformed
It no longer flew his flag high
In it's place was a blue and white one
"The symbol of the occupier", he said with a sigh
He marched onward with a new fire in his heart
He reached the top of a hill and as he looked down
He eyed the occupation's wall built all around
He waited on the hill to be joined by his friends
They had vowed to fight until the end
So to this day the resistance continues
Until the glorious day of our liberation
Then we can return in peace
And finally become, again, our own nation

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