Is It Racist, Xenophobic, and Imperialist to Criticize Islam? You may not criticize Islam. You do not speak Arabic. You don't come from a Muslim society.
You are a white supremacist, imperialist xenophobe and you don't like foreign, brown people." So Islam's apologists insist. Brooklyn activist Linda Sarsour epitomizes this strategy for suppressing critique of Islam. My hijab is my hoodie," she insisted, in a 2. CNN op- ed. With the "hoodie" reference, Sarsour explicitly linked herself with Trayvon Martin, a young black male who scuffled with, and was shot by George Zimmerman in February, 2.
Sarsour's implication is that white supremacy motivated Zimmerman's shooting of Martin. By extension, Sarsour insists that white supremacists want to hurt her because she wears hijab. The Hateful Eight Full Movie In English.
Sarsour also linked herself to Shaima Alawadi, an Iraqi- American who was beaten to death in her own home in March, 2. Sarsour insisted that Alawadi's murder was a hate crime committed by white supremacists who don't like foreign, brown people. Sarsour knows that Americans feel guilty and sad about slavery and Jim Crow, and that they tiptoe to avoid any racist comment.
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She knows that Americans fear being called "racist." A parasite of unearned pity, Sarsour lifts the mantle of protection cast over speech about African Americans, and worms her way beneath it. Rachel Dolezal can only weep with envy at this Caucasian woman's success at positioning herself as a victim of white racism. That Sarsour parades as the same kind of victim as the descendants of slaves is an extraordinary coup, given the outsize historical role of Arab Muslims in the enslavement of not just of Africans, but of Europeans and Americans as well, and given Arab racism against blacks, whom they label "abid," or slave. Sarsour's rebranding of her hijab as a feminist symbol is also a fabulous marketing coup, one that really should be taught in business schools. In many Muslim- majority countries, women can be harassed, tortured, raped or murdered for not wearing hijab. UC Riverside creative writing professor Reza Aslan agreed with Sarsour. In a March, 2. 01.
Aslan blamed "Islamophobic f - - - s" for Shaima Alawadi's death. Other activists mounted "A Million Hijabs for Shaima" and "Hoodies and Hijabs for Justice" demonstrations and Facebook pages.
Investigation revealed that Shaimi Alawadi had been bludgeoned to death by her husband. Kassim Alhimidi faked an Islamophobic hate crime to cover his own, misogynist, tracks. One can find compilations of such faked hate crimes here, here and here. It is impossible not to conclude that concentrated effort has been exerted to demonize any honest critic of Islam as a white supremacist xenophobe who is likely to commit a hate crime against Muslims. There are several problems with Islam- apologist dogma that any criticism of Islam is motivated by white supremacy and xenophobic hatred of foreign, brown people, and their insistence that criticism of Islam is linked to hate crimes against Muslims. The most obvious problem: America and the West host millions of foreign, brown Hindus, Buddhists, and Confucians. There is no real threat of "Hindu- phobia," "Buddhist- phobia," or "Confucian- phobia." Rather, Hindu guru Deepak Chopra, Buddhist reincarnate Dalai Lama, and Confucius- inspired Tiger Moms are beloved.
Mahatma Gandhi has achieved virtual saint status – indeed Gandhi's image graces the cover of Robert Ellsberg's All Saints, a Catholic publication. Clearly, Islam is different from Hindusim, Confucianism, and Buddhism. Clearly, the problem is not the foreign- ness or brown- ness of Muslims. There is a villain, an antagonist, a bad guy here, and that bad guy is not a white supremacist. Former and current Muslims, many of them foreign and brown, have produced a library of critiques of Islam that agree in every respect with non- Muslim critiques of Islam.
There is a significant enough body of literature by those raised in Muslim cultures thoroughly to indict Islam on every count raised by non- Muslim critics. Both Muslim- raised critics of Islam and non- Muslim critics of Islam speak as one voice.
Both groups agree that jihad and gender apartheid are problematical aspects of Islam. Both Muslim- born and non- Muslim critics point to the exact same Koran verses, hadiths, history and cultural trends. These facts are not racist, nor are these facts dependent on the culture of the speaker for their truth value. Ibn Warraq was born in India; his Muslim family joined the mass exodus to Pakistan after its founding in 1. Local educational options were limited to madrassas, so Warraq's father sent him to the UK for schooling.
He studied Islam at the graduate level with the influential scholar William Montgomery Watt. The 1. 98. 9 fatwa ordering the death of author Salman Rushdie was a turning point for Warraq.
Even nice Muslims insisted to him that Rushdie must be killed, and even Westerners who were quick to criticize Christianity refused to critique Islam or defend Rushdie. Warraq, who had been a shy child, and an apolitical teacher and businessman, began to publish Islam- critical articles. In the three decades since; his activity has been wide- ranging, and it includes publishing Why I Am Not a Muslim in 1. Ali Sina was "raised in Iran, educated in Pakistan and Italy and now lives in Canada." He has run Faith Freedom since October, 2. This website is an exhaustive, fully documented indictment of jihad and gender apartheid.
He describes himself as "probably the biggest anti- Islam person alive." He challenges anyone to debunk a single one of his claims. If his detractors can prove him wrong on any point, including that Mohammed was "a narcissist, a misogynist, a rapist, a pedophile, a lecher, a torturer, a mass murderer, a cult leader, an assassin, a terrorist, a mad man and a looter," he will pay them $5. His website remains up, and his prize remains in the bank, because no one can refute Ali Sina on the facts. Rather, they attack him as a person.
People have to dismiss me some way, they have to put me down in one way or another. I'm a Jew, I'm a Christian, I'm a Hindu.
I'm whatever people want to say in order to discredit me. But they can't ignore my questions." Wafa Sultan is a Syrian- American psychiatrist. As a child, she witnessed the heartbreaking mistreatment of her formidable grandmother, mistreatment that was sanctioned by Islamic gender apartheid. As a doctor, Sultan had a front- row seat to horrors, including encountering a female patient who had been raped by men who used a drinking glass as a prophylactic. Sultan's niece killed herself after she, at age 1.
Sultan cites Koran verses and hadiths that support gender apartheid in her 2. A God Who Hates. Nonie Darwish is the loving, salty, no- nonsense, Egyptian grandmother we all might wish we had. She lived her first thirty years as a Muslim in Egypt, the daughter of Colonel Mustafa Hafez.
Hafez founded and oversaw the fedayeen group who killed Israeli civilians between 1. When Darwish was eight years old, her father was assassinated by Israel. She grew up hating and blaming Israel. No one can escape the overwhelming anti- Semitic propaganda and the venomous hatred that my culture of origin advocated against Jews," she says.
How did a girl who grew up hearing lurid folklore of how Israelis would entertain themselves by killing pregnant Arab women become a critic of Islam? The seeds of change were sown in her childhood. She got used to mosque sermons that called for death to Christians and Jews. One day, over a loudspeaker, she heard such a sermon in the presence of a Christian friend. May God destroy the infidels and the Jews, the enemies of God.
We are not to befriend them or make treaties with them," the amplified imam raged. My friend looked scared, and I was ashamed," Darwish reports. She immigrated to the US. I owe my change to America." 9- 1.
Darwish. "When I pledged allegiance to the flag of the United States I took this pledge to heart and I decided to speak out of respect for the 3,0.
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And what I assume you shall assume. For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul. I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. Watch See How They Run Online Full Movie. My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil, this air. Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their.
I, now thirty- seven years old in perfect health begin. Hoping to cease not till death. Creeds and schools in abeyance. Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten. I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard. Nature without check with original energy. Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with.
I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it. The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it. The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the. It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it. I will go to the bank by the wood and become undisguised and naked. I am mad for it to be in contact with me.
The smoke of my own breath. Echoes, ripples, buzz'd whispers, love- root, silk- thread, crotch and vine. My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing. The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore and. The sound of the belch'd words of my voice loos'd to the eddies of.
A few light kisses, a few embraces, a reaching around of arms. The play of shine and shade on the trees as the supple boughs wag. The delight alone or in the rush of the streets, or along the fields.
The feeling of health, the full- noon trill, the song of me rising. Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much? Have you practis'd so long to learn to read?
Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems? Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of. You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions. You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor look through.
You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me. You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self. I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the. But I do not talk of the beginning or the end. There was never any more inception than there is now.
Nor any more youth or age than there is now. And will never be any more perfection than there is now. Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now. Urge and urge and urge. Always the procreant urge of the world. Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and. Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life.
To elaborate is no avail, learn'd and unlearn'd feel that it is so. Sure as the most certain sure, plumb in the uprights, well. Stout as a horse, affectionate, haughty, electrical. I and this mystery here we stand.
Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul. Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen.
Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn. Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age. Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they. I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself. Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean. Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be.
I am satisfied- -I see, dance, laugh, sing. As the hugging and loving bed- fellow sleeps at my side through the night. Watch Against The Sun HIGH Quality Definitons here. Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with. Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and scream at my eyes.
That they turn from gazing after and down the road. And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent. Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two, and which is ahead? Trippers and askers surround me.
People I meet, the effect upon me of my early life or the ward and. I live in, or the nation. The latest dates, discoveries, inventions, societies, authors old and new. My dinner, dress, associates, looks, compliments, dues. The real or fancied indifference of some man or woman I love. The sickness of one of my folks or of myself, or ill- doing or loss.
Battles, the horrors of fratricidal war, the fever of doubtful news. These come to me days and nights and go from me again. But they are not the Me myself. Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am.
Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary. Looks down, is erect, or bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest. Looking with side- curved head curious what will come next. Both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it. Backward I see in my own days where I sweated through fog with.
I have no mockings or arguments, I witness and wait. I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you. And you must not be abased to the other.
Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat. Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not. Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice. I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning. How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me.
And parted the shirt from my bosom- bone, and plunged your tongue. And reach'd till you felt my beard, and reach'd till you held my feet. Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass. And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own.
And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own. And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women. And that a kelson of the creation is love. And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields. And brown ants in the little wells beneath them. And mossy scabs of the worm fence, heap'd stones, elder, mullein and. A child said What is the grass?
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green. Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord. A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropt.
Bearing the owner's name someway in the corners, that we may see. Whose? Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the produced babe of the vegetation. Or I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic. And it means, Sprouting alike in broad zones and narrow zones. Growing among black folks as among white.
Kanuck, Tuckahoe, Congressman, Cuff, I give them the same, I. And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves. Tenderly will I use you curling grass. It may be you transpire from the breasts of young men. It may be if I had known them I would have loved them. It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out. And here you are the mothers' laps.
This grass is very dark to be from the white heads of old mothers. Darker than the colorless beards of old men. Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths. O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues.
And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing. I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women. And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken. What do you think has become of the young and old men?
And what do you think has become of the women and children? They are alive and well somewhere. The smallest sprout shows there is really no death. And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the.
And ceas'd the moment life appear'd. All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses. And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier. Has any one supposed it lucky to be born? I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, and I know it. I pass death with the dying and birth with the new- wash'd babe, and.
And peruse manifold objects, no two alike and every one good. The earth good and the stars good, and their adjuncts all good. I am not an earth nor an adjunct of an earth. I am the mate and companion of people, all just as immortal and. They do not know how immortal, but I know.).