I feel offended.
Zealots are nailing veils onto the faces of my sisters
in Afghanistan and Pakistan and are busy hanging women, homosexuals, adulterers
and non-believers.
But human rights, women's rights and the right to
liberty are the most exalted in the history of humanity; this is the tradition
in which I was raised. Values that make the world better and more
peaceful.
I demand that the governments of Saudi Arabia, Palestine,
Indonesia and Egypt apologise to me. Otherwise I am unfortunately forced to
threaten, beat up, kidnap or behead their citizens. Because I am somewhat
sensitive about my cultural identity.
I feel offended.
Fanatics
are blowing up the Buddhas of Bamiyan, marvellous cultural monuments.
But
art is an expression of universal beauty and innocence to me. It is a value that
makes the world better and more peaceful; this is the tradition in which I was
raised.
I demand that Hamas, the spokesman of the French Muslims and the
Director of the Al-Azhar-University apologise to me. Otherwise I will never
spend a holiday at the Taj Mahal, I will call for a boycott of Palestinian fruit
and I will set the embassies of Tunisia, Qatar and Bangladesh on fire.
I
expect understanding for this at the very least – my feelings are absolute and
must be expressed globally.
I feel offended.
Videos show
journalists, truck drivers and NGO workers having their throats slit or their
heads chopped off. Jews see themselves represented as cannibals and pigs,
Western women as decadent sluts. Apolitical engineers have to fear for their
lives.
All in the name of God.
I demand that all the editors in
chief of newspapers and television broadcasters in the Islamic world apologise
to me, because they do nothing to prevent these obscenities.
Many people
are concerned that the clash of civilisation is near. Oh please, it has been
going on for a while now, not only manifest in the monstrosities mentioned above
but part of everyday life. How fragile, how superficial must Muslims' religious
values be. How can cartoons in an unknown newspaper in a little European country
cause such an upset and allow a handful of organised agitators to be able to
drive many thousands onto the streets.
Joking how the prophet Mohammed is
running out of virgins because so many suicide bombers are standing at the gates
of paradise is dark and mean. And, given the reality of global attacks,
lamentably effective (just as a side note). But I did not find it especially
funny that the misogynous Taliban availed themselves regularly of prostitutes.
Or publicly "executed" video recorders and televisions in order to watch pornos
in privacy.
Just a reminder: the earth is not flat. It should go without
saying that individuals in a secular democracy have every right to caricature
and mock authorities, even religious ones. They should be prepared to meet
criticism but not punishment. Freedom of expression has to be understood broadly
and there are sufficient laws and rules that can be employed to prevent
abuse.
The film "The Life of Brian" annoyed a lot of Christians and provoked
letters to editors, calls for boycotts and quarrels within families. But nobody
in New Zealand suspected a conspiracy against Christianity, nobody in Malta felt
compelled to burn the Union Jack. Nor do political authorities have a natural
right to protection. Margaret Thatcher was chopped to bits by British
journalists, comedians and screenwriters and then put back together in a ghastly
way; it was good for the mental sanity of that era and did not kill
anyone.
Everyone had the right to turn it off, look away or toss the
newspaper in the bin. Freedom of opinion was the Siamese twin of freedom from
fear.
The fact that fundamentalists of all persuasions are completely
incapable of self-reflection, self-criticism, and self-irony would not warrant a
mention, were it not for their practice of imposing their issues on me and my
world. They assume that we will kowtow to them as soon as we recognise who they
are: "Look out! Religious feelings! We're leaving the private sphere."
In
the self-referential world of God or Allah or Yahweh warriors, feelings are
increasingly used as weapons and honoured as the highest authority. Readily
summoned, merciless.
In the debate over the cartoons, the prohibition of
pictures is being presented as a compulsory principle of belief. To be respected
everywhere, even in the state of Denmark.
It gives pause to think that
those who claim to be offended are so proficient with the Internet and other
modern communication technologies but know little about their own cultural
history. In Islam's heydey, pictures were made of the Prophet. Mohammed lightly
veiled, for instance, on a horse riding to heaven – a wonderful Persian
miniature in the Chester-Beatty-Museum in Dublin. (more)
What next, bearded one? Boycott Irish
butter?
I do not have to concern myself with the sales figures of Danish
yoghurt. I am not easy to blackmail and I am free to find Immanuel Kant's "sapere aude" more conducive to successful communal living
than a Fatwa.
I hereby refuse to feel badly for the chronically insulted.
I refuse to argue politely why freedom of expression, reason and humour should
be respected. I do not want to continue to have to provide creationists
scientific proof that the earth has been around for more than 10,000 years. And
I am going to stop waiting for them to say on Al Jazeera, "Did you ever hear the
one about the Prophet's beard?"