{"id":312,"date":"2008-11-28T07:46:00","date_gmt":"2008-11-28T11:46:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/2008\/11\/28\/were-all-mumbaians-now\/"},"modified":"2008-11-28T07:46:00","modified_gmt":"2008-11-28T11:46:00","slug":"were-all-mumbaians-now","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/2008\/11\/28\/were-all-mumbaians-now\/","title":{"rendered":"We&#8217;re all Mumbaians now?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In the late-1980s I lived in Malaysia, one of the most populous Muslim countries in the world.  I lived alone in a slum of Penang, an island city, surrounded for the most part by young Malays fresh from the kampung villages.<\/p>\n<p>It was a fantastic time:  the young men were generous and funny and curious about my reasons for living in such a place.  (Actually, they asked a lot of the same questions that my parents were asking.)<\/p>\n<p>On the corner was a news stand that also sold used paperback novels.  I would drop by every couple of days to pick up a copy of the International Herald Tribune and to see if an interesting book had turned up.<\/p>\n<p>There, too, the men were open-minded, curious, complexly ironic about their Muslim faith, their moderately Islamist government, and their lives.  They would chide me humorously for being clean-shaven, insisting that I would never look like a man until I had a full beard.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes we would go for tea and the leisurely conversation would range over every conceivable topic. <\/p>\n<p>For the most part, they had been educated in schools established by the old British colonial administration, which meant that I often felt absurdly ignorant.  They could quote Shakespeare and Tennyson as fluently as they could quote the Koran.<\/p>\n<p>Then one day a scandal erupted over Salman Rushdie&#8217;s novel &#8220;The Satanic Verses.&#8221;  A fatwa was issued by the top cleric in Iran condemning the book as blasphemous.<\/p>\n<p>Muslims all over the world called for Rushdie&#8217;s death.<\/p>\n<p>When I mentioned Rushdie at the news stand, my friends were matter-of-fact about it:  Rushdie deserved to die and the person who murdered him would be doing God&#8217;s work. <\/p>\n<p>I pushed back, arguing that surely a man shouldn&#8217;t be killed for writing a story.  They weren&#8217;t bothered by my opinion, simply uninterested.  Rushdie, they believed, was a dead man.<\/p>\n<p>In the years since &#8212; especially post-9\/11 &#8212; I have often remembered that moment, my bafflement, my sense that I had discovered a rift that had been obscured.<\/p>\n<p>I have never been comfortable with the idea of a &#8220;war on terror.&#8221;  And the conservative argument that the West is fighting a global war against &#8220;Islamic fascism&#8221; strikes me as absurd.<\/p>\n<p>The men on that street corner in Penang weren&#8217;t fascists.  They had no desire to destroy the West.  They didn&#8217;t hate freedom.  And they weren&#8217;t ignorant.<\/p>\n<p>But there was something there:  a divide no less intractable for being bafflingly complex.<\/p>\n<p>Watching the horrible news from Mumbai the last couple of days, I felt it again, the sense that we&#8217;ve stumbled into a very dangerous situation. <\/p>\n<p>And the sense that even now &#8212; after all this time &#8212; we lack the words, the language, that can help us understand our predicament.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In the late-1980s I lived in Malaysia, one of the most populous Muslim countries in [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":12,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/312"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/12"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=312"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/312\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=312"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=312"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.northcountrypublicradio.org\/inbox\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=312"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}