The Losing Face of Multiculturalism

Posted on March 3, 2008
Filed Under >Zara K., Foreign Relations, Pakistanis Abroad, Religion, Travel
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Zara K

There are two ways to lose oneself: by a walled segregation in the particular or by a dilution in the “universal”. Aimé Cesaire

I used to love airports. I loathe them now.

It was soothing to watch multifarious faces become faceless and free in airports, to watch different shades of people get absorbed into a single light. Now when I stop to take a look around – and this only happens on those rare occasions when I am not running to my gate like a wild banshee, hailing shoes, watch, belt, earrings, rings, huge handbag, plastic bags with under 100ml liquids, all in air at once – I see that the faces have found features while “multiculturalism” itself has lost face.

I have a European passport, but the place of birth reads Pakistan. Uh-oh. Crap. Now I’m going to get that look. You know that look. Untrusting, taunting, and threatening, the look seems to say: I smell something fishy, so, so fishy, I’d best put the water boarding room on standby.

Rigmarole of questions later, I end up relating my life history five times to five different inquisitors in uniform. My interrogators reluctantly realize they had sharpened their claws for nothing, but sharpened claws are ashamed of retracting without a speck, even, of blood. And so I had to relate the life history of the Pakistani friends I was to stay with in the city. Yet, the ever-nagging question remained at large: why oh why is this Pakistan-born girl flying Gatwick to Newark to Pearson Int’l, and then to Madrid?! Why??! Akhir kyon?? “For adventure” simply wasn’t a good enough answer. In fact it was a bad, bad answer.

I was reminded of the lemur catta I’d seen on Animal Planet earlier that week; when starving and forlorn, he resorts to eating a poisonous plant called lucina. I, being more demure than lemur, turned to a lucina that would in turn eat on me; after going through the whole charade of bemusement, confusion, anger and frustration that airports have started dishing out, one ultimately resorts to a kind of bitter resignation. This bitter taste, depending on the pliancy of your palate, can parasite in you for a moment, a month or more.

At airports I was also approached with questions by curious strangers. My limited dialogue with them went something like this:

Stranger: Where are you from?

Me: Guess.

Stranger: Italy?

Me: No

Stranger: Romania?

Me: No.

Stranger: I know – Middle East!?

Me: A bit more Eastern…

Stranger: India…! What a fascinating country….

Me: No… I’m from Pakistan.

Stranger: Oh.

Oh, indeed! The white man’s exotification-complex ends at Pakistan. Who knew!

I can’t really think of a time when Pakistan or Pakistanis had a great, or good, or even a meekly-put “okay” reputation anywhere in this big bog world. Well, maybe in Turkey, but in most other places you are greeted and treated with a disappointed “oh”, which has, of late, taken on a more incisive and scathing tone.

After these experiences, my trip back home was rather like a kaleidoscope of disillusions. I saw snapshots of schisms that exist in today’s world; maybe they were always there but my sensitivity to them had grown. I saw, for example, way ahead in the queue, a South Asian bloke, armed with an expletive expression and not much else, and his aged mother; he seemed to be losing his patience over something, his high-pitched voice pierced through the white noise of airport air, while three security guards slowly came to encircle him. He was holding up the queue, all standing in line grew agitated. Normally, I too would have muttered curses under my breath, but instead I felt a raging sympathy for him and his mother. I remember also the look of utter fear on an elderly couple when a bearded black man with a black bag came and stood next to them. They couldn’t stop from jittering. In this case I didn’t know who to feel sorry for – the couple who is likely to live their remaining years in fear of a phantom threat, or the black man who has to bear the discrimination of it… or maybe all of us who have been made privy to such twisted mentality.

I suppose somewhere in all this hides the reason why many Pakistanis become insecure of their identity, why the x born confused desi becomes more confused. Why some Pakistanis are isolated or estranged. Some turned into lifelong apologists or apologetics. Why some overindulge in the Quran and hadith. Or why some feel resentful and maybe even vengeful.

sharm-e-rusvai se jaa chupnaa naqaab-e-Khaak meiN
Khatm hai ulfat ki tujh par parda daari haaye haaye

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24 responses to “The Losing Face of Multiculturalism”

  1. Dr. Haider says:

    Good thing you were a girl otherwise the treatment could have been much worse. It bothers me when people say it never happened to them, well it is happening to so many others. Take for example the case of Abdul Sattar Edhi, Ch. Wajahat Hussain (brother of Ch. Shujaat Hussain). If it can happen to them then sooner or later it can happen to you. There was a news on Dawn a couple of weeks ago that US is increasing the student visas for Pakistan. Because they have reduced quite a lot after 2003 for Pakistani students along with Saudi and Egyptian student (even among these three nations Pakistanis lost the most). Before 2003 on average about 130,000 students would get study visa every year but after 2003 it reduced to mere around 30,000 (does not remember the actual figure but was in 30s), which is about one fourth. Why it happened, what was the fault of pakistani students, none of Pakistanis were involved in Sep11.

  2. faraz says:

    What about daily life? In office, in neighborhood, in class every where you have to be on defenesive every time ppl hear news of bomb blast, or OBL guys hideouts in pakistan.

    Now even ppl from other muslim countries are asking creepy questions like “will pakistan surrvive”? Why it is labelled as “most dangerous place in world”. Reality is, we have to live with it.

    What I see that Indians image in world is getting better every day and ours becoming worst every day. It is all about perception. There are some sick people in media which are after Pakistan.

  3. I’m sorry when I read of these kind of experiences.

    It is easy to be scared of what you don’t know… Unfortunately I think many Europeans have not had the opportunity to talk to or get to know someone from Pakistan and this does not help…

  4. cubano says:

    I have a Canadian passport and the place of birth field states ‘Karachi’. I fly to other countries at least once every month. I was once interrogated for 15 minutes while going from Dublin to Toronto via Newark, NJ. Initially I felt weird for being the only person who was picked out for questioning but it didn’t really bother me afterwards. US Homeland security just asked random questions and were fairly nice while talking to me. Ironically, the last time I left from Karachi airport in 2005, my luggage was searched three times, my picture was taken, my passport was photocopied and airport security officials asked me far more questions than anyone else at any other airport.

  5. bilal says:

    To all who are saying they never faced any discrimination on airports, I used to say the same.

    You all will be amazed how fast your opinions will chance after that one (first) imminent incident that may happen to you. It just takes one ordeal. All your “never faced nothing” statements will go in for a toss.

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