I spent last weekend wallowing in this
Rolling Stone cover story about Johar Tsarnaev, about what a kind, charming,
thoughtful, smart, sensitive, popular, wholesome kid Johar was, about how the
creeping shadows of political and familial dysfunction haunt his tender mind,
and turn him into an Islamist murderer. It’s a great story. It should be made
into a movie.
Actually, big part of Johar’s story has
already been made into a movie: The Reluctant Fundamentalist, directed by Mira
Nair, based on the book by Mohsin Hamid. Reading Johar’s story helped me
realise why I disliked The Reluctant Fundamentalist so much.
The Reluctant Fundamentalist’s protagonist,
Changez Khan, is a lot like Johar. Changez too is a kind, charming, thoughtful,
smart, sensitive, popular and wholesome kid. Like Johar, Changez arrives in
America, assimilates successfully, falls out of love with post 9/11 America,
and drifts towards terrorism. The story is well told, that drift towards
terrorism feels natural, inevitable, the consequence of integrity.
However, that is where it stops. Changez’s
story stops tantalisingly short of where the radicalised Islamist man-child
commits murder in the name of God. Mohsin Hamid invites us to sympathise with
Changez’s drift towards fundamentalism, he doesn’t show us the consequences of
that drift.
Rolling Stone invites us to sympathise with
Johar’s drift towards fundamentalism, to understand how his sensitivity and
intelligence contributed to his alienation. But in Johar’s case, we already know
the consequences. Before reading about Johar, we already know what he did for
the sake of his half-baked political ideas. We know Johar murdered eight
year old Martin Richards, who was cheering finishers at the Boston Marathon.
The mainstream media, the popular
imagination, finds it hard to deal with the fact that a sweet kid can do evil,
and therefore be evil. Evil-doers are objectified: we don’t do evil, they do.
The narrative is about how a nice kid who was one of us inexplicably
transformed into one of them, a monster. A lot of America interpreted the Rolling
Stone cover as glamourising a monster, making a rock star of a terrorist, making
evil cool. That isn’t how I read it.
To me, the Rolling Stone cover story makes obvious
that evil-doers are not monsters, they’re perfectly ordinary people. Often, they're very nice people. They look like Bapsi
Sidhwa’s Ice Candy Man, or these happy laughing Nazi officers playing with an
accordion at Auschwitz, or like Johar Tsarnaev, hamming it up with his buddies
before his high school prom. This doesn’t make them any less evil. But it does
make them a lot more scary.
Johar (red tie) before his high school prom |
Aamir Khan as the Ice Candy Man |