Building the Muslim Narrative

Race, Hegemony, and Erasure

I was invited to perform under the aegis of Muslim Writers Collective (MWC) at Gathering All Muslim Artist (GAMA)’s showcase of diverse Muslim artistry. Below is a summary of what I shared.


Any writer knows that to build a narrative, you gotta have what? Characters, a setting, a plot — driven forward by conflict. If we’re building a Muslim narrative we are obviously among the main characters. Our primary, most pressing conflict is assumed to be the Islamophobic and xenophobic zeal that has been whipped up by politicians since 9–11 among the American public. This is the notion advanced, anyway, by media outlets, political commentators, and muslim activists at conferences and symposiums across the country.

Storytelling within the context of American cultural hegemony is fraught with contradiction and controversy. Which protagonist(s) is given a platform to represent us, which narrator is given the mic to tell our story is inherently gendered, racialized, and classist. Erasure and denial of the political significance of difference — defining characteristics of the American ethos — privileges the voices of white or white adjacent Muslim immigrants — often men. They are assumed to represent the “good Muslims” while black and brown muslims are the antagonists — disreputable, divisive, dangerous.

To say that we are not a monolithic community is unremarkable. Its been said so much now that it’s become a cliche. An empty aphorism. It is instructive, however, for us to meaningfully explore and wrestle with some of the ways in which we are in fact different.

For instance, nearly 60% of Muslim adults today are immigrants. This is a major recent demographic shift in the U.S. What caused it? Conflict. The Civil Rights Movement was a black led movement to end racially and ethnically discriminatory domestic and foreign policies, creating the traction for a full-scale reform of our immigration policy. The Immigration Act of 1965 was the result. Waves of immigrants from Muslim majority countries migrated to this veritable City on a Hill, a shining beacon, whose light has been continuously lit by burning dark bodies. You came to escape war, famine, and political persecution. You came to enjoy the spoils of America’s plunder. To get a piece of the pie my ancestors harvested the wheat and fruit and sugar for.

These represent chapters past. But how many of you have read them?

Clara Muhammad. Elijah Muhammad. Waritheen Mohammed. Dhameerah Ahmad. Zakiyyah Muhammad. These are some of the unnamed, main protagonists in the American Muslim story. Pioneers of Islam in America, foot soldiers in Allah’s army singing the “Muslim Fight Song” in temples across America:

We are fighting for Islam, and we will surely win

with Our Saviour Allah, the Universal King.

We are united with our nation, and called by His name.

So let us rise ye Muslims, fight for your own.

Fight O ye Muslims, fight for your own.

Fight for your Nation, and we will all be free.

Fight for your Nation, fight for your own.


No Muslim narrative here in this country can be built without the people and experiences that form the whole plot. With blistered hands and bloodied heads. With prayers and song and art and activism they laid the foundation for you and I to build upon. Know their names. Know their stories. And so this poem I’m about to read is to honor them. But I wrote it for you.


They Came Before

black bottom

last floor

turn right at the end

better yet

before we begin

bismillah

He came down

offering a new lease

on life

following centuries of

Black souls being evicted

by white fictions

traditions

black bodies

Burnt offerings

and forbidden fruit

Strange time to enter

As a stranger

Peddling hope

A Dream conferred

Clara woke up first

sent Elijah to the altar

a living sacrifice

raised from the dead

with hair like dried raisins

in the sun the begotten

son of God

live and in person

performing Miracles

no Smokey screens

told us its Fard to

follow Muhammad

We heard and obeyed

Became fruit of a new tree

Planted by our Master

Spread from these

two many

to name

A few

Waritheen

Dhameerah

Malcolm

Zakiyyah

Farrakhan

Precious

Wazir

Alia

Sultan

Su’ad

Me

You