Charlie Hebdo and the
Hypocrisy of Pencils
By Corey Oakley
It
was Herald
Sun
cartoonist Mark Knight who tipped me
over the edge.
January 12, 2015 "ICH"
- "Redflag"
- To be fair, he wasn’t wholly responsible.
If it wasn’t for all the lunacy that
preceded him, I probably would have
dismissed his cartoon as just another
Herald Sun atrocity, more a piece of
Murdoch-madness to be mocked rather than
trigger for outrage. But context is
everything. And after days of sanctimonious
blather about freedom of speech and the
Enlightenment values of Western civilisation,
his was one pencil-warfare cartoon too many.
The cartoon in question
depicts two men – masked and armed Arab
terrorists (is there any other kind of
Arab?) – with a hail of bomb-like objects
raining down on their heads. Only the bombs
aren’t bombs. They are pens, pencils and
quills. Get it? In the face of a medieval
ideology that only understands the language
of the gun, the West – the heroic,
Enlightenment-inspired West – responds by
reaffirming its commitment to resist
barbarism with the weapons of ideas and
freedom of expression.
It is a stirring narrative
repeated ad nauseam in newspapers
across the globe. They have been filled with
depictions of broken pencils re-sharpened to
fight another day, or editorials declaring
that we will defeat terrorism by our refusal
to stop mocking Islam.
It is well past time to
call bullshit. Knight’s cartoon made the
point exceptionally clear, but every image
that invoked the idea that Western culture
could and would defend itself from Islamist
extremism by waging a battle of ideas
demonstrated the same historical and
political amnesia.
Reality could not be more
at odds with this ludicrous narrative.
For the last decade and a
half the United States, backed to varying
degrees by the governments of other Western
countries, has rained violence and
destruction on the Arab and Muslim world
with a ferocity that has few parallels in
the history of modern warfare.
It was not pencils and
pens – let alone ideas – that left Iraq,
Gaza and Afghanistan shattered and hundreds
of thousands of human beings dead. Not
twelve. Hundreds of thousands. All with
stories, with lives, with families. Tens of
millions who have lost friends, family,
homes and watched their country be torn
apart.
To the victims of military
occupation; to the people in the houses that
bore the brunt of “shock and awe” bombing in
Iraq; to those whose bodies were disfigured
by white phosphorous and depleted uranium;
to the parents of children who disappeared
into the torture cells of Abu Ghraib; to all
of them – what but cruel mockery is the
contention that Western “civilisation”
fights its wars with the pen and not the
sword?
And that is only to
concern ourselves with the latest round of
atrocities. It is not even to consider the
century or more of Western colonial policies
that through blood and iron have consigned
all but a tiny few among the population of
the Arab world to poverty and hopelessness.
It is not to even mention
the brutal rule of French colonialism in
Algeria, and its preparedness to murder
hundreds of thousands of Algerians and even
hundreds of French-Algerian citizens in its
efforts to maintain the remnants of empire.
It is leaving aside the ongoing poverty,
ghettoisation and persecution endured by the
Muslim population of France, which is mostly
of Algerian origin.
The history of the West’s
relationship with the Muslim world – a
history of colonialism and imperialism, of
occupation, subjugation and war – cries out
in protest against the quaint idea that
“Western values” entail a rejection of
violence and terror as political tools.
Of course the pen has
played its role as well. The pens that
signed the endless Patriot Acts, anti-terror
laws and other bills that entrenched police
harassment and curtailed civil rights. The
pens of the newspaper editorialists who whip
up round after round of hysteria,
entrenching anti-Muslim prejudice and making
people foreigners in their own country. But
the pens of newspaper editors were strong
not by virtue of their wit or reason, but
insofar as they were servants of the
powerful and their guns.
Consideration of this
context not only exposes the hypocrisy of
those who create the narrative of an
enlightened West defending freedom of
speech, it also points to the predictability
and inevitability of horrific acts of
terrorism in response. Of course we will
never know what was going through the minds
of the three men who carried out this latest
atrocity. But it is the height of
ahistorical philistinism to ignore the
context – both recent and longstanding – in
which these attacks took place.
The idea that Muslim
outrage at vile depictions of their
religious icons can be evaluated separately
from the persecution of Muslims in the West
and the invasion and occupation of Muslim
countries is the product of a complete
incapacity to empathise with the experience
of sustained and systemic oppression.
What is extraordinary,
when even the most cursory consideration of
recent history is taken into account, is not
that this horrific incident occurred, but
that such events do not happen more often.
It is a great testament to the enduring
humanism of the Muslim population of the
world that only a tiny minority resort to
such acts in the face of endless
provocation.
In the days ahead, a now
tired and exhausting theatre of the absurd
will continue to play out its inevitable
acts. The Western politicians who lock up
their own dissidents and survey the every
movement of their citizenry will go on
waxing lyrical about freedom of thought.
Muslim leaders of every hue will continue to
denounce a terrorism they have nothing to do
with, and will in turn be denounced for not
doing so often or vigorously enough. The
right will attack the left as sympathisers
of Islamist terrorism, and demand we
endlessly repeat the truism that journalists
should not be killed for expressing their
opinions. They will also demand that we
accept that white Westerners, not Muslims,
are the real victims of this latest
political drama.
Meanwhile, Muslims in the
West will, if they dare to walk the streets,
do so in fear of the inevitable reprisals.
And pencils aren’t what they will be afraid
of.