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Chowdhry
Good
Muslim, Bad Muslim, Not Muslim >>
Razi Azmi
Thaksin
Shinawatra’s campaign of terror >> Farish Noor
Why I
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A man in a woman’s world >> Muhammad
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Singing Africa’s Sufi
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Abdul-Rehman Malik
The lost art of story
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Journey to the
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>> Baroness Pola Uddin
Book Review: Hey Irshad,
your fifteen minutes are up >> Jordy Cummings
Why I Burnt my
Israeli Military Papers >> Josh Ruebner
Muslim Welfare House >> Ruchi Datta
Painting
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The colour of my skin >> Maysa Zahra Khan
A Dervish Lament for
Theo Van Gogh >>
Yakoub
Islam
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Irshad Manji,
your fifteen minutes are up
I don’t know what
inspired me to finally—in about two hours—read TV host Irshad Manji’s
fraudulent, confused and contradictory opus The Trouble with Islam. The
book has achieved great success in Canada and even some actual
intellectual recognition in Britain and the United States. I saw an ad
in the New York Review of Books, in which Manji, who was in Canada
known as a radical before she joined the Daniel Pipes crowd, is
appearing at some haughty symposium alongside such doyens of the
liberal intelligentsia as Tony Kushner.
Page 36
Q-News, Issue 358
December 2004
The fact is that Manji is an opportunist, not a feminist or a
secularist, but a confused little bourgeois with an axe to grind. She
has been used by the Israeli lobby against the very beliefs she
professes to have. Those who know her are not so puzzled at her
transformation. She was always more ambitious than idealist, and when
being a professional feminist-progressive only netted her a TV hosting
gig on television, being a Muslim Zionist who actually isn’t one (maybe
she is, she’s not sure) has brought some money to the left publishers
that put out her unreadable Rorty-ite pragmatism not three years ago.
When Manji’s book was released, my friend, in feminist solidarity with
Manji bought a copy. I knew my friend had no illusions about how Manji
was already being touted by Daniel Pipes as the bespectacled Lesbian
Muslim Feminist Martin Luther. As she told me, “I just want to read her
story.”
What intrigued me at the time, was Manji’s bibliography and footnotes,
and the skimming I did equally indebted to Eqhbal Ahmed and Bernard
Lewis, Paul Wolfowitz and Tariq Ali, Neocons and Pakistani socialists.
Not surprisingly, the few passages I read seemed to combine the
rationalist critique of Muslim leftists with the racist critique of
Zionists, in a manner that may seem perfectly sensible to Manji in a
glass house in Toronto. Simone Weil, after all, the German
proto-feminist who was Jewish and incredibly Judeophobic actually
thought the Nazis would let her go, because of her hatred of everything
Jewish. I get the same vibe from Manji. Using both left and right
critiques of Islamism only underscores the old anti-semitic “Jews are
capitalists and communists.”
Without having gone through the due diligence of actually reading the
book, I said, hell, I’ll just write her and try to get some information
or admissions out of her. After a first e-mail in which I asked her
why, if she was so interested in building secularism in the Muslim
community, she was affiliating with the anti-secularist, right wing
anti-Palestinian Zionists like Daniel Pipes. I mentioned that I didn’t
necessarily have a problem with her book title. Finally, I mentioned
that in calling herself a Muslim Refusenik, she was playing on how the
word was in the popular imagination due to the current round of Israeli
Refuseniks—those who refuse military service—and thus, why has she not,
in her public appearances, supported those refuseniks? I feel some
identification with Manji, as a Jew who critiques my own, but I would
never go overboard and work with, say, a Nazi. Manji has no problem
working with those who believe Muslims are evil; she was even
interviewed by the 700 Club.
She wrote me back with as many confused, dimwitted contradictions in
her appearance—a Pakistani Lesbian Feminist who hates Terrorists
(something out of satire)—on Bill O’Reilly, in which she acted, and
continues to act in support of the anti-Muslim, American regime that
empowers the very radical Islam that she purports to inveigh against.
She wanted to make it clear that she was not at all a spokesperson for
the America or Israel, and she wrote this in a manner that seemingly
doth protest too much, but with a tinge of sincerity—as in the
knowledge that she was allowing herself to be used. Likewise, she
claims to be very critical of Ariel Sharon and that she “has always
supported the refuseniks.” She claimed that Daniel Pipes “felt very
badly about what he said in the past and has moved to a more
progressive position.” Only recently, Pipes wrote an article
criticising Sharon from the right.
I followed up by asking Manji to publicly criticise the Israeli
government and support the Refuseniks, if she truly believed in such a
cause. Having someone of her stature, even with some of her inherent
flaws, would be a boon to her mostly Jewish and White readers,
achieving what someone she purports to admire—Tariq Ali—achieves:
critiquing both Islamism and Zionism, publicly and forthrightly. I
reminded her that her overall view of building secularism and
progressive thought in the Muslim world was completely polluted by her
affiliation with Zionists. I ended the note with professional respect
and regard for many of our mutual friends. I have not heard from her
since.
A few months later, my fellow Torontonian Justin Podur wrote on his
ZNet blog about his own similar encounter with Manji after giving her
book a magisterial smack-down, calling it a “multifaceted fraud.” He
asked her at one of her speaking engagements, on behalf of the
International Solidarity Movement, to visit Palestine so she could
balance it with the perspective of the Canada Israel Committee, who had
been sending her on many a fancy vacation to Israel. At first, she
seemed willing, but only if the ISM, a solidarity movement, would foot
her bills and allow her to “observe” them. In other words, she was
already bought and paid for by the far-richer Zionists, so those poor
Palestinians wouldn’t get squat.
If the reader is wondering, she has still, nearly a year later, not
made one public utterance in support of Palestinians, while she
regularly vacations in Israel, and has become a Canadian “Pro-Israel”
TV pundit who argues the Zionist position with as much ferocity as
Charles Krauthammer. Her book? A sad story of a sad woman who had a sad
childhood and is now sticking it to her dad by not only going
secularist but zionist too. How do you like that, pops? I feel sorry
for her. She is at her fourteenth minute, without a doubt.
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