An experiment in flawed thinking

Tony Blair's pledge to set up more Muslim faith schools, born out of liberal guilt, will deepen Britain's divisions, writes Hanif…

Tony Blair's pledge to set up more Muslim faith schools, born out of liberal guilt, will deepen Britain's divisions, writes Hanif Kureishi

Recently a friend sent me an article that he thought I'd find interesting. It was an attempt to sustain a non-violent version of Islam, one in which meddling and manipulative clerics had no authority. Without the requirement of intermediaries, no one could come between you and God. The clerics were seen here as political figures, rather than the best interpreters of Islam.

If these fanatics and fundamentalists had twisted the word of God for their own political ends, why shouldn't the Koran be reclaimed and reinterpreted by the better intentioned? This, the writer stated, was the only way for Islam to go.

In the early 1990s - after my first visit to Pakistan, where I'd had a taste of what it was like to live in a (more-or-less) theocratic state, after the fatwa against Salman Rushdie, and finally, the death of my father - I began to visit various London mosques.

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Perhaps I was trying to find something of my father there, but I was also beginning to research what became The Black Album, a novel about a group of students, young radical Muslims in west London, who burn The Satanic Verses and later attack a book shop. A film I wrote for the BBC, My Son the Fanatic, about a young man who becomes a fundamentalist while his father falls in love with a prostitute, also emerged from this material.

I believed that questions of race, identity and culture were the major issues post-colonial Europe had to face, and that inter-generational conflict was where these conflicts were being played out. The British-born children of immigrants were not only more religious and politically radical than their parents - whose priority had been to establish themselves in the new country - but they despised their parents' moderation and desire to "compromise" with Britain. To them this seemed weak.

My father was an Indian Muslim who didn't care for Islam; his childhood hadn't been much improved by a strict schooling, and teachers with sticks. Towards the end of his life he preferred Buddhism to Islam, as there was less aggression and punishment in it. ("And altogether less religion," as he put it.) He had also become disillusioned with the political version of Islam, which his school friend, Zulfi Bhutto - who the liberal classes thought would become a democratic and secular leader in the new Pakistan - was introducing to Pakistan.

The mosques I visited in Whitechapel and Shepherd's Bush were nothing like any church I'd attended. The scenes, to me, were extraordinary, and I was eager to capture them in my novel. There would be passionate orators haranguing a group of people sitting on the floor. One demagogue would replace another, of course, but the "preaching" went on continuously, as listeners of all races came and went. I doubt whether you'd see anything like this now, but there would be diatribes against the West, Jews, and - their favourite subject - homosexuals. In my naivety I wondered whether at the end of his speech the speaker might take questions or engage in some sort of dialogue with his audience. But there was nothing like this. Most of the audience for this sort of thing was, I noticed, under 30 years old.

I had the good sense to see what good material this was, and I took notes, until one afternoon I was recognised and four strong men picked me up and carried me out onto the street, telling me never to return.

Sometimes I would be invited to the homes of these young "fundamentalists". One of them had a similar background to my own: his mother was English, his father a Muslim, and he'd been brought up in a quiet suburb. Now he was married to a woman from Yemen who spoke no English. Bringing us tea, she came into the room backwards, and bent over too, out of respect for the men.

The men would talk to me of "going to train" in various places, but they seemed so weedy and polite, I couldn't believe they'd want to kill anyone.

WHAT DISTURBED ME was this: these men believed they had access to "the Truth", as stated in the Koran. There could be no doubt - or even much dispute about moral, social and political problems - because God had the answers. Therefore, for them, to argue with the Truth was like trying to disagree with the facts of geometry. For them the source of all virtue and vice was the pleasure and displeasure of Allah. To be a responsible human being was to submit to this.

As the Muslim writer Shabbir Akhtar put it in his book, A Faith for All Seasons, "Allah is the subject of faith and loving obedience, not of rational inquiry or purely discursive thought. Unaided human reason is inferior in status to the gift of faith. Indeed, reason is useful only in so far as it finds a use in the larger service of faith."

I found these sessions so intellectually stultifying and claustrophobic that at the end I'd rush into the nearest pub and drink rapidly, wanting to reassure myself I was still in England.

It is not only in the mosques but also in so-called "faith" schools that such ideas are propagated. The Blair government, while attempting to rid us of radical clerics, has pledged to set up more of these schools, as though a "moderate" closed system is completely different to an "extreme" one. This might suit Blair and Bush. A benighted, ignorant enemy, riddled with superstition, incapable of independent thought, and terrified of criticism, is easily patronised.

Wittgenstein compared ideas to tools that can be used for different ends. Some open the world up. The idea that you can do everything with one tool is ridiculous. Without adequate intellectual tools and the ability to think freely, too many Muslims are incapable of establishing a critical culture that goes beyond a stifling Islamic paradigm. As the Muslim academic Tariq Ramadan states, "Muslims now need, more than ever, to be self- critical. That means educating young Muslims in more than religious formalism."

If the idea of multi-culturalism makes some people vertiginous, mono-culturalism - of whatever sort - is much worse. Political and social systems have to define themselves in terms of what they exclude, and conservative Islam is leaving out a lot. In New York recently, a Turkish woman told me that Islam was denying its own erotic heritage, as shown in Arabian Nights, The Perfumed Garden, and the tales of Hamza. Indeed, the Arabic scholar, Robert Irwin, states of Arabian Nights, "In the modern Middle East, with certain exceptions, the Nights is not regarded by Arab intellectuals as literature at all."

IT IS NOT only sexuality that is being excluded here, but the whole carnival of culture that comes from human desire. Our stories, dreams, poems and drawings enable us to experience ourselves as strange to ourselves. It is also where we think of how we should live.

You can't ask people to give up their religion; that would be absurd. Religions may be illusions, and they may betray infantile wishes in their desire for certainty, but these are important and profound illusions. But they will modify as they come into contact with other ideas.

This is what an effective multiculturalism is: not a superficial exchange of festivals and food, but a robust and commited exchange of ideas - a conflict that is worth enduring, rather than a war.

When it comes to teaching the young, we have the human duty to inform them that there is more than one book in the world, and more than one voice, and that if they wish to have their voices heard by others, everyone else is entitled to the same thing. These children deserve better than an education that comes from liberal guilt.

© Hanif Kureishi 2005