 Islamophobia
A near futuristic play
By Kaveh L. Afrasiabi
February 12, 2004
iranian.com
Act One
A Court in a European capital, presided
by a judge listening attentively to the prosecutor reading the
charges against the defendant, Karim Fawaz.
Prosecutor: Your Honor, the defendant, Mr. Karim
Fawaz, is a repeat offender who has admitted in writing to breaking
the Emergency
Public Law 1278, Sections 1 through 7, and 1282, Section 1 through
9.
The Judge (turning to Fawaz): You again, Mr. Fawaz...
Didn't
you learn a lesson from your last punishment? How long did you
serve the last time?
Fawaz (stands): Four and a half months, your honor.
The Judge (shaking his head): You're an intelligent man,
why don't you respect the law even if you disagree with it?
Fawaz: I obey a higher law your honor, the law of
conscience. Nothing that collides with that law has priority even
if it has the entire
justice system behind it.
The Judge (to the prosecutor): Proceed.
Prosecutor (reading from a file): According to the
criminal application by the Homeland Security, Mr. Fawaz emailed
his pamphlet to
more than ten thousand college students without their consent.
And
that is not all. He ignored the public ban on the distribution
of religious
material to public students and openly opposed the law, passed
by the national legislature, forbidding Muslim head scarf.
The Judge: Intolerable. What do you say to these
charges sir?
Fawaz: Your Honor, I am guilty as charged, except
that I consider it an exercise of my religious freedom to share
my views with
the public.
Prosecutor: It is the same old argument Your Honor,
that has been competently refuted by the highest court. Mr.
Fawaz wants
to depict
himself as a heroic victim of religious intolerance,
when it is abundantly clear that the law expressly
forbids his
conduct
fomenting
discord in our schools and universities, work place
and public places.
The Judge (reading the complaint): Mr. Fawaz, I
advise you to get yourself a counsel. If you cannot afford
it, the court
will
appoint
you a public counsel.
Fawaz: I appreciate the offer your honor, but must
in earnest decline what is meant to bestow legitimacy
to
an unfair
law that seriously
impinges on the freedom of my people.
Prosecutor: We recommend two years without parole
your honor.
The Judge (writing his order): Agreed. But on
second thought, depending on his good behavior,
after
one year he will
be eligible for parole.
Fawaz: I thank you your honor.
The Judge: Have a nice day. You must consider
yourself a lucky man mister. The prosecutor
must like you,
otherwise he could
have recommended the maximum five years.
Fawaz: I thank him as well sir. Act Two
A prison. Cells around an open space in the center of which a circular camera
hooked to the ceiling rotates. An alarm sound followed by the sound of cell
doors opening. A few inmates step outside, Fawaz is among them, greets two
other inmates and they quickly sit on the ground at a corner.
First Inmate: We are ready.
Fawaz (looking around, cautiously): Are you sure?
First Inmate: Absolutely. (turns to his friend) We talked about
it and our decision has been made.
Fawaz: And you are ready for the consequences?
Second Inmate: It is an honor for us to go on hunger strike with
you.
Fawaz (pointing at another inmate): What about Salim?
First Inmate: He declined, thinks that it is a hopeless cause,
that they will not give a damn whether or not we starve ourselves
to death.
Fawaz: We do, and that should be sufficient.
Second Inmate: We agree.
Fawaz: Since we call ourselves political prisoners of conscience
we are entitled to have as much drinking water as we request, and
salt, and let's hope
they will go along, otherwise it will be over in less than a week.
First Inmate: We are ready regardless.
Fawaz: Just remember, the moment we announce it they will throw
us in the solitary and cut us off from each other and then they
will put psychological pressure
on you two in order to break you mostly with lies, by claiming that one of
you has ended his strike and that it is a suicide – but you must stay
strong. As long as we pray and keep to our faith nothing can break our will,
I am certain of that.
(A sound indicating the end of the break is heard. Inmates return
to their cells).
Fawaz (as he is breaking away from his friends): We shall start
tomorrow morning, God be with you. Asalam alaykum.
(The cells are automatically locked. Four connected TV monitors
drop from the ceiling and after a few seconds a program, Spice
Channel, showing a soft
porn
movie. Light fades out). Act Three
The same prison 'quad' except that the cell with the
first Inmate has the lights on. He is facing Jacque M., the notorious
prison psychologist.
Jacque (sipping from his tall cup): You must think that I am here to
change your mind, don't you?
First Inmate: I don't care why you are here.
Jacque: Why don't you care? Am I not a human being? Surely Allah
cares for all his creatures, am I right?
First Inmate: What do you want?
Jacque: The question is: What do you want?
First Inmate: Why do you think we want anything?
Jacque: One doesn't go on hunger strike for no reason. I am simply curious
why? Why haven't you put forward your demands? We are beginning
to think this is an act of pure madness, collective suicide.
First Inmate: Call it as you wish. I am oblivious to your rationale.
Jacque: But why can't we have an enlightened dialogue about it? After
all, you have been treated relatively well here, haven't you? I mean,
they haven't thrown you in solitary, which they could have.
And until today, they did not bother asking why you refuse your
meal. Are you unhappy
with the conditions here?
First Inmate: My unhappiness is not the cause of my action.
Jacque: Then what is, if you don't mind me ask (sips again and notices
the envy in the inmate's eyes secretly desiring a bit
of the drink)? How long is it now? Two weeks?
First Inmate: 17 days.
Jacque: 17 days. And how much longer will you last, on water
and salt alone?
First Inmate: We figure a few weeks.
Jacque: We?! There lies your first mistake: A hunger strike
is not a tailor-made prescription, it could severely harm
your livers
in
a matter
of days when
your friends could go on for few more weeks, have you thought
of that? (After he
is ignored) Please answer me: had you thought about this
point until now? I demand an answer, just for self-satisfaction.
Fist Inmate: Of course I have. What do you take me for?
Jacque: A martyr. Are you not a martyr, or trying to be one,
honestly?
First Inmate: I am who God has made me to be, nothing less,
nothing more.
Jacque: And God has made you, created you.
First Inmate: Yes.
Jacque: But what gives you the right to take away in your hands
what God has bestowed on this planet, a life?
First Inmate: I am not giving you the pleasure of playing theology
with me. Nothing you say or do will have the slightest result
I assure you.
Jacque: If you are so determined, then why avoid talking to
me? I am beginning to think that you are not all that determined,
that you are
feeling spiritually
weak, that you have a hidden fear that I may actually get
to you and break your determination to go on with this self-imposed
torture.
First Inmate: Wrong, I am only physically weak, Allah has given
me all the spiritual arsenal I need to protect myself against
your Satanic
manipulations.
Jacque: Fine. Now I am the Devil's bidder for you. You are giving
your adversaries too much credit I must tell you. (Looks at his
watch) I have to
go in five minutes and write my report, any idea what I should
write to my superiors – about why you three are on hunger strike,
without making any demands? Are you trying to make a point,
and if so, what is it?
First Inmate: We are not expressing what is abundantly clear.
Jacque: But that is absolutely absurd. It may be clear to you
but...
First Inmate: There is no but.
Jacque: What about your family, and friends? Don't they have the
right to know why you are slowly killing yourself? First Inmate: That is my business not yours, or your superiors.
(Jacque stands and leaves his half-filled glass on the table,
faces the camera and gestures, the door opens and Jacque
steps out and
after taking
a couple
of steps turns around and addresses the First Inmate):
Are you sure you have an answer for my "theological" question?
First Inmate: What question?
Jacque: The question that only God can take what he gives,
that you may be breaking that higher law you seem to cherish
so much – if you let this
destroy you. A conscious self-destruction is not a Divine act no matter how
justified. Think about that (turns around and leaves. Lights out). Act Four
The same prison quad. Jacque is sitting near the Second Inmate
who is resting on his iron bed being examined by a male doctor.
The doctor leaves the cell
after giving a sad nod to Jacque.
Jacque (to the Second Inmate): How are you
feeling?
Second Inmate: fine.
Jacque: Can I get you something?
Second Inmate: Yes, please. I would like to write a farewell
letter to my wife but am too weak (points at the table).
I started it yesterday but couldn't
finish.
Jacque (after picking the pen and paper and reading it):
Would you like me to help you?
Second Inmate: I would appreciate if you could.
Jacque: By all means. I am getting to be a pro in this.
I helped your friend with his will as well you know, before
he died.
Second Inmate: He died?! When?
Jacque: Two days ago. You didn't see them remove his body?!
Second Inmate: No.
Jacque (throwing his hands in the air): What a pity. To
die without making any demand, without posting even as much
as a notice to your community why
you are doing this? Are you trying to change the law? If that is the intention,
why aren't you taking advantage of all the media attention your cause
has attracted and make a statement? I am not here to give you any advise,
but, really, don't you think the time has come to make a
statement. Doesn't
your own community deserve to know why?
Second Inmate: I wish you would leave me alone.
Jacque: As you wish. But I thought you wanted me to help
you with your letter?
Second Inmate: Only if you stop bothering me.
Jacque: you got it (prepares to write). Okay, shoot.
Second Inmate: When you talk to our child about why I perished
as I did, please remember to shed no tears and...
Jacque (throws down the paper). Nonsense. I
refuse to be an accomplice to your foolishness (stands ready to leave). When
you depart to the heavens ask the
angels to communicate your letter.
Second Inmate: God forgive you.
Jacque: He cannot. I am beyond his reproach.
Second Inmate: But not his sword.
Jacque: Well, dear friend, death is a cruelty inflicted
on all of us, so what right has God to make any demands on
any of us?
Second Inmate: Please leave. I have no listening for you. Jacque: Your listening is not important to me, but the
kernel of your faith, and your commitment to God, is, no
matter how you misinterpret me. I have my
own mission in life.
Second Inmate (half-raised): Your mission is an errand
boy for the prison system, to destroy our faith and our
will to continue this hunger strike.
Jacque: Well now, that is a step forward. To call it a
hunger strike. Your friend never did you know. He just said
it is crystal clear, that is all. But
to say you are on strike, against something.
Second Inmate: Say what you like. I am not striking against
anything.
Jacque: Then, for something, perhaps? But if so, what?
Second Inmate: That is for you to decide.
Jacque: But I am not in charge of your action. I, we, only
react to what has been instigated here, an outrageous act
of self-destruction by three repeat
offenders who have confessed to their public crime, of transgressing the
law, and have refused to make their demands known. It is
sacreligious. Farewell
my friend. I hope God forgives you for your sin. For I am convinced that
suicide, which is what you are doing, is not condoned by
Quran.
Second Inmate: What do you know about Quran?
Jacque: Try me.
Second Inmate (gestures with his hand): Go. Leave me alone.
Jacque: Verily, God made you from a blood cloth... Second Inmate: Congratulations. How long did it take you
to be a Quran expert?
Jacque: Roughly eight year, but to be honest with you,
only the past couple of years I have taken my Quran classes
seriously. Well, good bye. Second Inmate: Quran classes. You are taking Quran classes?
Jacque: Exactly. That is part of my job to know the worldview
you swim in, and to see if we can share the bathhouse
of faith so to speak. Faith, you
know, is the true water of humanity.
Second Inmate: They must give you
a heft salary to do this. Jacque: I wish. Add this to all your other baseless suspicions.
To think that I am paid to learn Quran when it comes naturally
to me to learn
about other
faiths. Come now, dear friend, step down your pinnacle of cynicism
some.
Second Inmate: I need some water. Can you please pass me
the water.
Jacque: Surely. I wonder why your friend chose a dry hunger
strike?
Second Inmate: He was a true believer. He knew it has
to be true strike at the infidels.
Jacque: You surprise me. His was a strike of an arrow
piercing his own heart, no one else's.
Second Inmate:
That is how it shall be with me from now on (puts down
the glass of water. Lights out). Act Five
The same prison quad, soft porn on the TV screens. The door to
the cell of the Second Inmate opens and two men carry his corpse
on a stretcher and exit.
A female reporter, Monique, and a camera man using his camera stand at a corner
after a moment Monique stands in front of the camera holding a microphone,
begins talking after receiving a nod from the cameraman.
Monique: Today we witness another sad chapter in the continuing
battle over the role of religion in the public sphere, with Salim
Fawaz the third Muslim
inmate on hunger strike to lose his life. Just like his friends, Mr. Fawaz
refused medical treatment and died quietly in his cell after an incredible
53 days living on water and salt. But, unlike his fellow comrades who perished
last month, Mr. Fawaz granted us an interview which, I hasten to add, sheds
much light on the motives of these Muslims.
(lights out. When the lights
come on again in a few seconds we see Monique sitting inside
Fawaz's cell
facing him). Act Six
Fawaz: What we have in this prison is a small moving library. Our
brothers are keeping alive, in their memory, what is banned in
public, all the basic
texts of our faith. In my last count, we have approximately 14 books...
Monique: That many.
Fawaz: Absolutely, but you would never know because of their
memory eraser who calls himself in house psychologist.
Monique: What is the purpose when you know very well that all
our laws, and our law makers, respect Islam.
Fawaz: Is this why they have banned anything Islamic? We simply
look at the process and anticipate based on what has transpired.
It began with the ban
on Islamic symbols at schools, right?
Monique: Right.
Fawaz: And the whole argument, that government is laicist and
should not promote any religion was soon utilized to extend the
same ban at the public work place,
am I right?
Monique: Right.
Fawarz: And if my memory is correct, Public Law 1280 was promulgated
in the guise of a national referendum in order to convince the
European Union that
it is not all instigated by a bunch of overzealous lawmakers, am I right?
Monique: Well, you are assuming that the European Union did not
favor the law. That is a matter of interpretation. Fawaz: At any rate, the fact is that the Christian majority imposed
the law on a minority, and it was thinly dressed as a wholesale
opposition to public
encroachment by all religions, right?
Monique: Go on.
Fawaz: And then came the parliamentary coup of two years ago,
when the Muslim legislatures were censored because of their refusal
to remove their scarf,
right?
Monique: Well, it makes sense, don't you? Law has to be consistently
applied, don't you agree? Why should one corner of public space be treated
differently. Fawaz: That is precisely my point, that the problem was with
the initial law, 1278, since it opened the Pandora's Box. And now
you tell me that 1281
is getting close to being ratified.
Monique: Looks like it. After all, the
public sector has always been a role model for the private sector
in this country. Fawaz: That is the kernel of this whole travesty, treating our
religion like a disease and striking against it at one sphere after
another in the name of
secularism.
Monique: That is my next question: Are you on hunger strike to
express your opposition to the secular policies of the government
and the mistreatment
of Muslims? And if that is the case why don't you articulate it?
Fawaz: What is the point of articulating what has been jettisoned
from the realm of possibility?
Monique: Are you saying that you have lost all hope? Don't you
think that it is still possible to reverse the momentum and change
the law?
Fawaz: No I do not. Monique: I see. Thank you. I am finished, unless of course you
have anything else to add. (Fawaz nods negatively. Monique stands
to leave and then turns
around). Just one last question, for my own curiosity? Why did you grant
this interview?
Fawaz: I once saw you question the head of the Morality Police
and told myself, 'now
that is a hell of a reporter'. Monique: Why, thank you. I remember that very vividly. Spector
Grossjean. He was killed in the line of duty you know, just last
week, by a teenage Muslim
girl who refused to remove her scarf in the subway. Apparently she grabbed
his gun and then tried to kill herself.
Fawaz: Did she die?
Monique: No, she is in intensive care. The right wing is quite
incensed over it. They are now calling for a special power to search
all Muslims in the streets.
Dominique Lefort has launched a very powerful campaign to resurrect the death
penalty. He says that is the only solution to growing Muslim terrorism. Fawaz: Muslim terrorism, and what about neo-colonial terrorism,
what about the smart bombs? Please give her my regards in case
you see, interview, that
brave sister in the future.
Monique: No, sorry Mr. Fawaz. As much as I like,
I cannot do that. I would be accused of becoming your accomplice
if I carried any messages from you
to the outside world.
Fawaz: But you just did a whole hour of interview with me. Monique: That is correct, and as I made very clear to you initially,
whatever that is deemed as a message, overt or covert, will be
edited. But don't
worry. I have a lot of control over that. (She turns her face after hearing
a loud voice, apparently from a guard "it's time."
Well, I must go now. I wish you good luck.
Fawaz: Thank you. (Lights out. When the lights come on again,
Monique is facing the camera).
Monique: One more note: We have just heard that Miss Al-Rafaat,
the high school Muslim who shot Spector Grossjean, has also passed
away, victim of
her own
gun shot wound. This brings to four the number of Muslim girls who have
died violently since January passage of the new law banning head
scarfs in public
transportations. I am Monique Le Baron, Channel 2 Action News. (lights
out) Author
Kaveh Afrasiabi has a Ph.D. in political science. He has authored
a number of books, fiction and non-fiction, and numerous articles
-- including the Harvard Theological Review, Middle East
Journal, UN Chronicle, and The New York Times.
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