…as we approach 2018, humanising Muslims is a trend that isn’t going out of fashion any time soon.
So quoth Shaista Aziz , who the ‘Guardian’ tells us is a ‘journalist, writer, standup comedian and former aid worker’. And a Muslim, of course. How do we know? Well, like a vegan, she can’t resist telling us at every opportunity…
When the state decides which Muslims it wants to endorse with its rubber stamp and which it wants to reject, it becomes a flawed and dangerous political exercise.
Why? The State makes these decisions all the time. Endorsing countries, foodstuffs, sports, political movements, transport systems….
Why is is suddenly different when it’s Muslims?
Why as a society do we need to humanise Muslims?
There’s clearly a need. Can you tell what it is yet?
As the spoken word poet Suhaiymah Manzoor-Khan said in This Is Not a Humanising Poem (which went viral after she performed it at the Last Word Festival in London’s Roundhouse): “If you need me to prove my humanity, I’m not the one who’s not human.”
Typical: “It’s not me, it’s YOU!”
When Muslims do “good things”, the humanising Muslims industry gets to work: we are celebrated and our goodness is pointed out to us and everyone else. We are pitted against those other Muslims – you know the ones who don’t want to integrate and be fully British.
Well, yes. Why on earth is this something to complain about?
Last weekend I was on a train from Manchester to Oxford. The passenger next to me started spewing random racist comments towards the two Chinese passengers sitting opposite us. She then turned to me and said: “If I was in the country that you come from I would be stoned to death for being a Christian.”
Yes. Correct. Is the truth not to be mentioned? Because it hurts your feelings?
After I called her out for her racism she apologised and then asked me if I celebrated Christmas. I responded by telling her: “This is my country, I’m in my country.” And no, I don’t celebrate Christmas in the same way she does, but my family cook a big Christmas dinner with all the trimmings.
As she stood up to leave the train I put my hand out and she shook it. I wished her and her family a very happy Christmas.
It was my way of humanising a racist.
I’m filing this under ‘Never happened’. Like all the others.