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Please take necessary action against this militant activities.
Dear all,
Greetings from Mohon Kumar Mondal, Satkhira!
It is not a matter of Minority community. It is unfair and injustice to the weaker. So please take necessary action regarding this.
We are the peoples of democratic
We expect a real democratic, secular and just
Please forward this massage to your friends for more necessary action.
Look forward your action.
Best regards
Mohon
Our Speech
We need UNITY to all of our minority people and organizations to protest that type of militant activities.
With the reference to the case of "Sri Sri Shitola And Sri Sri kali Temple Occupy and Threat to Religious Sentiment" (Please see the attached documents). We are very much shocked and embarrassed for untold and inhumane torture of the minority people at stated place in Lakhpur Bus Stand Area, Thana- Fakirhat, District- Bagherhat.
The responsible communal people and the godfathers involved in the destructive violence must be brought under rules and order and given proper punishment but what are we getting?
We (minority community) are the citizen of a democratic country like Bangladesh; under democratic government from where we can expect justice and harmony.
We would like to get proper action from the government, civil society, well-wishers, media and concern bodies; we are urging the government and other concerned bodies to take necessary steps against the evil deeds.
We are requesting to take necessary steps and actions against violent behavior.
Regards,
Sonatan International Foundation (SIF)
Bangladesh
In favor of,
Prof. N.C. Paul
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Invitation for "The War Within: The Maoists, The Tribals and The State" A Convention on the situation in Chhattisgarh in the backdrop of Operation Greenhunt
Speakers: Himanshu Kumar: Gandhian Activist, Vanvasi Chetna Ashram, Dantewada, Chhattisgarh -Ground realities in Chhattisgarh
Ramachandra Guha: Historian, Sociologist and Columnist -Double Tragedy of Tribals in India
Sudeep Chakravarti: Author, Red Sun: Travels in Naxalite Country (Penguin India) -Maoist movement in India: The story so far
Date: November 7th, 2009
Venue: Satish Dhawan Auditorium, Indian Institute of Science, Bangalore
About the Convention: As the government plans to unleash "Operation Greenhunt", the biggest ever offensive against the Maoists in India's heartland, this convention aims to debate the why's and whether's behind the move and raise fundamental questions about treating socio-economic and political issues by military means. The convention would include presentations, panel talks, petitions, documentary screenings and exhibition of photos by freelance photojournalist Javed Iqbal. One of the documentaries is footage by some students of the Indian Institute of Science, of their visit to Vanvasi Chetna Ashram, Dantewada and the devastation witnessed during the demolition of the ashram.
Schedule: 3:00 PM Documentary Screenings4:15 - 4:30 PM Tea/Coffe Break4:30 PM Panel Talks and DiscussionThe photo exhibition would be held during the entire duration of the programme.
Organisers Concern: A student group at Indian Institute of Science, Bangalore.
For press interviews and more information about convention, please contact: Sarita - 9482084814 Diptarup - 9901620385 iiscconcern@gmail.com With Regards Abi "At his best, man is the noblest of all animals; separated from law and justice he is the worst" - Aristotle |
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Political progression of nationalism in Bangladesh has outlived, and will continue to do so, Bengali nationalism that only caters to the Bengali-speaking Bangladeshis. This is because Bengali nationalism leaves no space for the minority non-Bengali speaking Bangladeshis in political participation, writes Tamina M Chowdhury
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Karen Armstrong is my favorite too. But she is no Goddess herself. Her bestseller "A History of God" lacks the reference of the influence of Paganism on the shaping of the monotheistic religions. Akhenaten, the founder of monotheism, gets a single line while Hammurabi gets none. She seems to be completely ignorant of the Ugaritic literature. Her language is lucid but approach is not encyclopedic. Anybody with open eyes can see that God concealed to his messengers even the heliocentric nature of the solar system, let alone the rest of the Universe. What does it prove? Either God doesn't exist, or his(why not her?) messengers were all frauds. Let there be no doubt that nobody questions the existence of mother nature(mother goddess). THe concept of a male God creates all the controversies.
Bravo Farida Majid! Who else could write this!
How do you define yourself, if that is possible at all?
Khalid Hasan
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Date: Wed, 21 Oct 2009 16:56:44 -0400
Subject: [mukto-mona] GOD: Not DEAD, and not going anywhere
I am a fan of Karen Armstrong. She had taken on the West's knee-jerk Islamophobia in the post 9/11 days with great courage, common sense and depth of knowledge touched with personal spirituality.
Her expose of the Dawkins-Harris-Hitchens crowd is totally realistic and makes sense. For years I've been saying the same thing about our deshi "secualists" -- they are the best unpaid agents the Jamaati and Sanghi thugs have in our national politics.
Farida Majid
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So-called new atheists such as Richard Dawkins, Sam Harris, and Christopher Hitchens have denounced religious belief as not only retrograde but evil; they regard themselves as the vanguard of a campaign to expunge it from human consciousness. Religion, they claim, creates divisions, strife, and warfare; it imprisons women and brainwashes children; its doctrines are primitive, unscientific, and irrational, essentially the preserve of the unsophisticated and gullible.
These writers are wrong -- not only about religion, but also about politics -- because they are wrong about human nature. Homo sapiens is also Homo religiosus. As soon as we became recognizably human, men and women started to create religions. We are meaning-seeking creatures. While dogs, as far as we know, do not worry about the canine condition or agonize about their mortality, humans fall very easily into despair if we don't find some significance in our lives. Theological ideas come and go, but the quest for meaning continues. So God isn't going anywhere. And when we treat religion as something to be derided, dismissed, or destroyed, we risk amplifying its worst faults. Whether we like it or not, God is here to stay, and it's time we found a way to live with him in a balanced, compassionate manner.
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Karen Armstrong is the author of numerous books on religion, including A History of God, Islam: A Short History, and, most recently, The Case for God.
http://www.foreignpolicy.com/articles/2009/10/19/god_0
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Absolute must-read – for such careful examination of anything, let alone honor killing, is rare in our times.
"It is crucial, therefore, that we do not fall into the trap of seeing honour killing, for all its horrific nature, or rather because of it, as the expression of an alien culture, religion or tradition that has no resonance in the West. For that reason, both Wikan and Husseini cast their net wide, drawing examples from the
A Piece of White Silk
Jacqueline Rose
http://www.lrb.co.uk/v31/n21/jacqueline-rose/a-piece-of-white-silk
Jacqueline Rose (born in 1949 in
Murder in the Name of Honour by Rana Husseini
Oneworld, 250 pp, £12.99, May 2009, ISBN 978 1 85168 524 0
In Honour of Fadime: Murder and Shame by Unni Wikan, translated by Anna Paterson
Chicago, 305 pp, £12.50, June 2008, ISBN 978 0 226 89686 1
Honour Killing: Stories of Men Who Killed by Ayse Onal
Saqi, 256 pp, £12.99, May 2008, ISBN 978 0 86356 617 2
The term 'honour killing' entered the British legal system in 2003, when Abdullah Yones pleaded guilty to killing his 16-year-old daughter Heshu. Accounts of the case vary but certain facts are clear. The family had fled Saddam Hussein's
According to Rana Husseini in Murder in the Name of Honour, in interviews before the trial, Abdullah first denied having anything to do with his daughter's murder, then claimed she had committed suicide and that he had tried to kill himself out of grief. His £125,000 bail was raised by the local community. Threats were made against those planning to give evidence against him. In court, Abdullah pleaded guilty and asked for the death sentence, but was given life. Unni Wikan, too, tells this story, in her case-study of Fadime Sahindal, a Swedish-Kurdish woman killed at the age of 25 by her father in 2002. 'Heshu's case shows the terrible price the community exacts of a man who feels bound to kill his daughter,' she writes. Wikan is an anthropologist who has made it her brief to extend the boundaries of cross-cultural understanding. 'There have been times when I faltered,' she writes in the opening pages, 'because I came to feel too much sympathy for people I didn't want to sympathise with.'
If Heshu Yones's case makes history as the first legally recognised 'honour killing' in
It is significant that this story begins when Abdullah receives an anonymous letter at his place of work accusing his daughter of behaving like a prostitute. The slur against a daughter's, mother's, sister's honour most frequently begins with rumour and gossip, words that home in unfailingly on their target, but which also seem to come from nowhere. In Crimes of the Community: Honour-Based Violence in the UK, the 2008 report of the Centre for Social Cohesion (an independent think-tank set up by Civitas in 2007), James Brandon and Salam Hafez show that honour is damaged less 'by a person's action than by knowledge of that action becoming public knowledge'. 'Knowledge' is not quite right, however, since the damage is effective, they recognise, even if the stories are untrue. It is when a woman's 'perceived failings' (my italics) become known to the wider community that she is condemned out of court. Honour-based violence then becomes at once a perverse tribute to the social power of fantasy and a brutal attempt to put an end to the unstoppable circulation of words. 'Honour,' argues Sana Bukhari, an outreach worker at the
Killing does not stop people talking, however, even when its aim is to wipe the existence of the one killed from everyone's minds. In many of the cases reported from across the world, the killer is honoured for his act, celebrated in prison and given special status (honour is then both cause and effect of the crime). But a 'dishonoured' woman carries an aura, and the hateful, sordid fascination which she excites can also rub off on her killer when she dies. In Honour Killing: Stories of Men Who Killed, Ayse Onal interviews Nevzat, a man in prison in
Language is not only powerful, it is also a constant source of fear. Not just for the potential victim, but also for the whole community, which seems to be permanently braced against the chance that words will turn ugly and stain a family's reputation for ever. 'When two people stop to talk on the street,' the narrator of Nadeem Aslam's 2004 novel Maps for Lost Lovers observes, 'their tongues are like the two halves of a scissor coming together, cutting reputations and good names to shreds.' The book tells the story of an honour killing in a Pakistani community in an unidentified northern English town. Allegations, hints, slights and innuendo mean that every gathering in the neighbourhood, in another of his evocative images, is full of 'broken glass'. There is no safety in numbers. Rather it is as if social being, or togetherness, at the very moment it affirms itself by public display, is silently tearing itself apart from the inside. In this light, a woman's virtue, on which so much is staked, becomes the guardian of a social cohesion that is being eaten away by the mechanisms of talk and rumour which are being used to police her.
'The gurdwara [Sikh temple] was – to me still is – the local gossip shop,' Jasvinder Sanghera writes in Shame, her memoir published in 2007. Sanghera, who fled her home in Derby to escape an arranged marriage, is the cofounder of Karma Nirvana, a Derby-based community support project for South Asian women affected by domestic violence (unusually, hers is a story of triumph against the odds). When Jasvinder runs off with her lower-caste boyfriend, her mother can no longer 'hold her head up' in the gurdwara. Hearsay becomes a matter of life and death. Sanghera's sister Robina prefers to die by setting herself on fire rather than leave her abusive husband, because of what it would do to their parents: 'If I left Baldev now,' she explained, 'the shame would kill them.' People who had cut her mother for years after Jasvinder left had just started talking to her again. Such exclusion is a form of social death. The mother's deepest craving is to be reinitiated into the form of speech that cast her out, made her an outlaw, in the first place.
One of the most disturbing aspects of these stories is the involvement of mothers in policing their daughters, and even on occasion in killing them. Purna Sen, the head of human rights at the Commonwealth Secretariat, sees the involvement of women as one of the distinctive features of honour crimes. Tina Isa, the daughter of a Palestinian father and Brazilian mother, was killed in 1989 in
Fadime Sahindal's mother, Elif, testified in court on behalf of her husband (for Wikan, Elif's betrayal of her daughter is one of the hardest things to penetrate). We could contrast this with the case of Tulay Goren, in the news this autumn, who disappeared in 1999 at the age of 15, presumed murdered by her father for her relationship with an older man from a different Muslim sect (her uncles are also charged with conspiracy to murder). Her body has never been found. The mother has broken a ten-year silence to speak out against her husband at the trial, although we do not yet know, and might never fully know, her role in the story.
It is central to the case of Fadime Sahindal, as told by Wikan, that she became a celebrity. Fadime had fallen in love with a Swedish-Iranian, Patrik Lindesjo. Her family were Kurds from south-eastern
Fadime is remarkable for the way she went public. She secured convictions against her father and brother for threatening to kill her, and then again against her brother for seriously assaulting her during a return visit to
Fadime's successes in court gave her every reason to believe that her boldness was paying off. A month before her father and brother were due to be sentenced, she appeared with Patrik on television; they talked about their love and the threats against them. Fadime sought publicity in the belief that it would save her life: 'Perhaps they won't dare to kill me now that so many people know who I am!' Two months before her death, in November 2001, she agreed, after first refusing, to address a seminar in the Swedish parliament organised by the Violence Against Women network. In front of an audience of 350, she described her turn to the mass media as her 'last chance'. She had hoped to create a public debate about the problems of girls from immigrant families. But she also recognised that what she called the 'media circus' had got out of control. Fadime had become a 'national celebrity'. For her sister Nebile, it was this that drove their father to violence, and made him sick (that he was sick would be the grounds for his defence).
Fadime knew that to expose her family publicly, when the original sin was one of dishonour or public humiliation, was massively to compound her offence. She refused the option of having the first hearing against her father and brother behind closed doors. She was courting danger, as she was by violating the unspoken conditions of exile and returning to
According to Wikan, there are two words for honour in Kurdish: sharaf, an Arabic word referring to a man's sense of honour and self-worth, and namus, which refers to the purity and propriety of women. The distinction between the two is precarious: a man's sharaf will be irreparably damaged if he fails to control the behaviour of the women in his family. His honour is therefore irretrievably linked to her potential shame. To these two terms, Brandon and Hafez add ird, an Arabic word that indicates the sexual purity with which a woman is born – once damaged it can never be restored. Honour is therefore vested in women but is the property of men. 'Women cannot own honour,' the anthropologist Shala Haeri writes with reference to izzat, the Pakistani term for honour. 'They are honour.' Honour is basic, like bread; one of Onal's Turkish interviewees, in prison for killing his sister, says he lives for 'honour, dignity and for his daily bread'. But it is also elusive and constantly under threat, in the words of Brandon and Hafez, 'an intangible asset dependent on a community's perceptions'. The man's honour depends on the woman, who, by his own account of her sexual nature, necessarily places it at risk. 'In Arab culture,' Lama Abu-Odeh writes in a brilliant essay on crimes of honour in the Arab world, 'a man is that person whose sister's virginity is a social question for him.'* As she also points out, men make deals with each other not to 'sneak' inside the walls built by their friends around their own sisters, but then exploit the camaraderie that follows to 'sneak' inside the walls built around the sisters of other men. Women must abstain from premarital sex, 'and from any act that might lead to sexual activity, and from any act that might lead to an act that might lead to an act that might lead to sexual activity'. Feminism has long pointed out that the idealisation of women's bodies can be a thinly veiled form of hatred, always ready to trample on the one who falls or fails. In the case of honour, the rift is glaring. We are dealing with a vicious injunction and a Sisyphean task. You will enact honour in every bone of your body and every minute of your life because, as a woman, you are the one who carries the seeds of its destruction.
No matter then that a woman is born pure, she is also judged before she breathes. Mehmet Mirza, another of Onal's subjects, taught his daughter – whom he would one day kill – that she carried the family honour 'in her body', but she 'had never understood that being a girl was a shameful thing'. How can both things be true? How can you lodge honour in a house of shame? In another of Onal's cases, the father more simply cuts down a tree on the birth of his daughter; he planted a tree for the birth of each of his eight sons. In the Quran, it is the unbeliever whose face darkens at the birth of a baby girl and who hides away for shame: 'Should he keep her and suffer contempt or bury her in the dust?' Today, Onal writes: 'It seemed to me that in small villages in
Turkish has a range of terms to describe the risks of honour. Namusa laf gelmek refers to other people's gossip about one's namus; namusu kirlenmek to one's namus being dirtied or stained; and namusunu temizlemek to a man's obligation to cleanse it. Honour is a quality, or an object that can be stained, muddied, tainted, besmirched. This makes the task of cleansing it a symptom or compulsion, as well as offering a new take on domestic work. 'Zehra was cleaning,' Onal writes of a woman who has returned to the family home and who will be later be murdered for leaving her violent marriage. 'In fact, since the day she arrived, she had been cleaning the already spotless house from top to bottom, as though it were an act of purification to cleanse her of all that she had had to endure.' The mother of one victim whitewashes the walls of her house after the death to indicate that the family's honour has been restored. 'My daughters,' affirmed a father who died before the crisis that would envelop his family, 'are sparkling clean' (his words are reported to Onal by his murderer son).
Virtue must shine. The woman's duty is to make not just the home but the world 'sparkling clean', as if she were already being asked to remove the stain of her own future dishonour. Or as if she were being asked to wash away, before the event, the blood of the crime of which she will one day be the victim. In her address to the parliamentary seminar, Fadime went to great lengths to present the feelings of her family: 'Behaviour like mine must be punished, and my guilt washed off with blood.' Nazir Afzal, the lead lawyer on honour-based violence at the Crown Prosecution Service in Britain, said he gave up his belief that things had improved with the new generation when a young man he interviewed compared a man to a bar of gold and a woman to a piece of white silk: 'If gold gets dirty you can just wipe it clean, but if a piece of silk gets dirty you can never get it clean again – and you might as well just throw it away.'
Obsession, however, always reveals an underside of disquiet. Shala Haeri's formula – man owns, woman is, honour – resonates strangely with Lacan's formula for phallic power, 'she is without it, he is not without it,' which should be read, counter-intuitively but according to one syntactic option, as indicating that being without it, she exists ('she is'), while his so-called possession empties his being at the core ('he is not'). As early as 1980, in The Hidden Face of Eve, Nawal El Saadawi wrote of Arab men (although she was happy to extend her comment to 'most men') that they cannot abide an intelligent woman because 'She knows very well that his masculinity is not real, not an essential truth.' The honour killer is a stalker marking out his territory and policing a boundary between the sexes on which he cannot rely. The fact that her dishonour rubs off on him makes the distinction somewhat shaky, displaying how closely the man and the woman are enmeshed with each other. He has placed his masculinity in her hands. We could say that he needs her too much. Such dependency thwarts the image of an upright, self-reliant masculinity on which the man's honour is based. If only unconsciously, the honour killer, even before he acts, has already ceded his victim too much power. 'Honour,' Lama Abu-Odeh writes, citing David Gilmore, 'is not only what women must keep intact to remain alive, but what men should defend fiercely so as not to be reduced to women.' 'We are men,' the killers in Aslam's Maps for Lost Lovers say, 'but she reduced us to eunuch bystanders by not paying attention to our wishes.' The act of murder restores them, or so they assert, because 'it was we who made the choice to be murderers.'
Wikan is right that killing one's daughter for honour has not historically been part of European codes of conduct, but the idea of death as the only way for a woman to redeem her sexual transgression has. In Much Ado about Nothing, Claudio is told by Don John on the eve of his wedding that Hero has been unfaithful to him: 'It would better fit your honour to change your mind.' Wrongly accused at the ceremony, Hero faints to the ground, apparently dead. When she revives, her father, Leonato, exclaims:
Do not live, Hero; do not ope thine eyes:
For did I think thou wouldst not quickly die,
Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy shames,
Myself would on the rearward of reproaches Strike at thy life …
Hero is stained, like a piece of white silk:
O, she is fall'n
Into a pit of ink, that the wide sea
Hath drops too few to wash her clean again.
More, in Hero's own eyes, if the charge is true, it would justify her death: 'Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death!' 'If they speak but truth of her,' Leonato responds, 'These hands shall tear her.' It is enough to convince the Friar and Benedick, also present at the scene, that there must be some dreadful mistake. But neither one of them challenges the basic assumption: that a violent, tortuous death at the hands of a father would be the just reward for a daughter's sexual offence.
It is crucial, therefore, that we do not fall into the trap of seeing honour killing, for all its horrific nature, or rather because of it, as the expression of an alien culture, religion or tradition that has no resonance in the West. For that reason, both Wikan and Husseini cast their net wide, drawing examples from the
In fact, whether Fadime Sahindal was a Muslim at all became the subject of fierce dispute. The Islamic Council in
The point is not to suggest that the Quran is a progressive text for women. It famously assigns men to 'a degree' above women (how far that degree extends is a matter of debate). It exhorts the husband to beat a disobedient wife. Spiritual equality between men and women is not matched by equality in regard to marriage, child custody or divorce. But nowhere in the Quran is it suggested that women who are raped, have sex outside marriage, choose their husband against the wishes of their father, or do none of these things but are simply talked about as if they do, should be killed. 'I know that killing my sister is against Islam and it angered God,' says Sarhan, a Jordanian interviewed by Husseini. 'But I had to do what I had to do and I will answer to God when the time comes.'
Feminist commentary on the Quran draws the most scrupulous distinctions between Islam as ethical principle and Islam as a set of diktats based on an increasingly oppressive interpretation of law. Honour killing is not an Islamic practice, but violence against women can be sanctioned by a literal reading, many would say misreading, of sharia law. For Leila Ahmed, it is institutional and legal Islam, determined by the politically dominant class, that has acted consistently against women. Ghada Karmi reads the Quran itself as two texts: one regulatory, which arises out of the conditions of the time, and the other universal, spiritual and philosophical, a guide to the inner life which by definition cannot be grounded in law. In both cases a wedge is driven between Islam as practice and as word. 'A reading by a less androcentric and misogynist society,' Ahmed writes, 'one that gave greater ear to the ethical voice of the Quran, could have resulted in – could someday result in – the elaboration of laws that dealt equitably with women.' Before Islam, it is often argued, women were freer – the Prophet's first wife was an independently wealthy older woman. According to al-Bukhari, the Hadith compiler, earlier marriage customs included a woman being invited by her husband to cohabit with another man in order to secure a child, and women having several sexual partners, the paternity of any child being decided by a gathering of these men on the basis of which one the child most resembled. Institutional Islam can be fairly charged with sanctioning the loss of those freedoms and playing its part in their demise, although whether it initiated or legitimised these changes is, according to Karmi, a question with no definitive answer.
But simply by opening the question, widening the gap between potentiality and history, between the inner message of a faith and a religion in the vice of political power, or more simply between a text and its interpretation, you make it impossible to lay the worst – and honour killing has a fair claim to be described as the worst – at Islam's door. Such forms of questioning, at which of course feminism excels, have always been the strongest riposte to the brute conviction of any power or law. Feminism is never served by seeing any religion or culture, immovably, as a monolith which leaves no one, especially no woman, with any room to breathe. Here the significant opposition is not between 'moderates' and 'extremists' (which always works to the advantage of the culture making the distinction) but between those who go on reading and those who do not. Assign honour killing to Islam as a type of fait accompli and you strip away the chance of seeing it as a practice, not simply one reflective of a coherent social order or belief system, but one that is torn and unstable, that precisely requires violence to secure itself. Crimes of honour are meant to be a solution: 'The problem is over now,' Fadime's father said after her death. To which one answer is to place such crimes, as Wikan does, under the prism of multiple, shifting, conflicting points of view, to tell the same story over and over again. In her book, everyone's version, including the father's, is told in full. Similarly, in Maps for Lost Lovers, the crime is the beginning not the end of the story – a bloody mark on the page around which reader and characters painfully circulate, uncertain of what they see. 'They' – the murdered lovers – 'have become a bloody Rorschach blot: different people see different things in what has happened.'
If the charge against religion is relatively easy to answer, the charge against culture is far more complex, and in a sense this is the issue on which our understanding of crimes of honour must turn. Abdullah Yones did not make a plea of honour, even if the case was classified by the Metropolitan Police as an honour crime. Nor was honour put forward in the defence of Fadime's father, Rahmi. Rahmi preferred to plead sickness – that is, before he changed his plea and denied the killing altogether by claiming on appeal that it had been carried out by an unidentified man from the woods who forced him to take the blame (the appeal, not surprisingly, failed and he was sentenced to life). He prefers, in other words, to impugn his own mental health, even if he blames his illness on his daughter's conduct, rather than appeal to what has come to be known as the 'cultural defence': a plea for mitigation based on the defendant's cultural codes. In
Kurds living in
But if the cultural defence works, or is intended to work, in the interests of minority communities, it can also backfire, to the detriment of the defendant and his world. Rahmi's lawyer made his decision not to raise the issue partly on the basis that to introduce 'honour' would have given his client a motive (even though he at first pleaded guilty). But it is also the case that a plea based on culture can be experienced by the minority on whose behalf it is mounted as a humiliation, by seeming to endorse a hostile view of the group as irredeemably, not to say violently, different. When Judge Denison reduced Abdullah Yones's sentence from the recommended 20 years to 14 on the grounds of 'irreconcilable cultural differences', it was hardly a neutral decision. 'The risk,' Wikan writes, 'is that a whole culture or community is branded as having a tradition of "honour" that can lead to murder.' It is only a short step from here to branding the whole community a bunch of criminals. For the same reason, Fadime's sisters and mother worried that too much emphasis on the family's rejection of her Swedish boyfriend (in fact he was Swedish-Iranian) would confirm the impression that Kurds were hostile to Swedes. They were right to be worried. The family was the subject of a media witch-hunt which spilled over to the whole Kurdish community in
The cultural defence might therefore seem to be on the side of the wretched of the earth, but on closer inspection this turns out to be something of an illusion. A woman is murdered. Her killer is partly exonerated on grounds of honour. This is the legal reality which Husseini has played such a key role in struggling to change in
In Tayside, one community leader, Mohammed Arshad, a Pakistani, a founder member of the Tayside Racial Equality Commission and chairman of the local Islamic Council and mosque, initiated an attempted honour killing against his daughter's husband for marrying her without his permission. In its appeal for his seven-year sentence to be reduced to community service, the Tayside Islamic and Cultural Education Society described him as 'a very highly respected and honoured member' of the community.
The imam consulted by Robina Sanghera, Jasvinder's sister, on the day before she killed herself, told her to return to her abusive husband: 'When a pan of milk is boiling up, it's a woman's job to settle it down again' (Jasvinder was eavesdropping on the conversation at her sister's request). When Jasvinder decided to have the death investigated, she chose a firm of solicitors from the Yellow Pages that did not have an Asian name. In the Crimes of the Community report, John Paton, the manager of the Lancashire Family Mediation Service, acknowledges that if he sends Asian women to local community workers or agencies, there is every chance it will be reported back to their families. In one case a woman fleeing her home in a taxi was returned by the cab driver and then killed. Gina Khan, a
For the feminist critique of multiculturalism, this is an unanswerable complaint (Is Multiculturalism Bad for Women? is the title of a 1999 anthology edited by Joshua Cohen, Matthew Howard and Martha Nussbaum). 'I failed her,' Mona Sahlin, the Swedish minister for integration, said after Fadime's death, 'because I was afraid of fanning the flames of racism.' Southall Black Sisters, the first group to raise the profile of honour-based violence in this country, have long argued that cultural defences are a tool used by men to justify violence against women. For Radhika Coomaraswamy, the former United Nations special rapporteur on such violence, multiculturalism is being used to excuse the violation of women's rights. Crimes of honour potentially violate the right to life, liberty, bodily integrity, the prohibition against torture or cruel, inhuman, degrading treatment, the prohibition on slavery, the right to freedom from gender-based discrimination and sexual abuse or exploitation, the right to privacy, the duty to modify discriminatory practices against women.
Seen in these terms, culture becomes another word for the unequal distribution of pain – the formulation comes from the Indian anthropologist Veena Das. Nasim Karim, a Norwegian-Pakistani woman who barely escaped a forced marriage with her life, put it even more arrestingly in an address to members of the Norwegian parliament in 1996: 'When a man is subject to violence, it is called torture, but when a woman is subject to violence, it is called culture.' The strong version of this argument – voiced for example by the Berlin-based feminist activist Seyran Ates – is that multiculturalism contributes to the slavery of women.
The question then remains whether, as a feminist, you should split open any one culture into its male and female components, tear the cover off the apparent neutrality of multiculturalism, and expose the violent power quotient nestling within it, or instead discard the concept altogether. Logically, at least, it does not seem possible to do both. For Wikan, and she is not alone, honour killing has its own 'iron logic', and must be treated as a special case. For Husseini, honour crimes are acts of violence against women that transcend any one culture – 'control crimes', in another definition – by being part of a pattern that stretches across the globe. As a term, 'honour killing' is a mistake: 'Crimes of honour are just that: crimes, pure and simple. For me, wherever their roots are supposed to lie, they are nothing to do with tradition, culture or religion. They are all about control – an effective method of regulating the freedom of movement, freedom of expression and sexuality of women.' To which we should add their economic freedom, given that a mercenary motive is also a frequent factor in these crimes.
In this, the law at least partly bears Husseini out. In English law, the defence of provocation, alleging a sudden or temporary loss of control, bears a strong family resemblance to the defence of honour (both are used in mitigation of sentence for acts of murder). In
Both the critique of multiculturalism and the case that violence against women is a general, even universal phenomenon, have some truth in them. The problem with the first, however, is that it can and will be used, or rather misused, to pander to prejudice against immigrants (in the UK the call to drop the agenda of multiculturalism has hardly been progressive). The problem with the second is that it promotes a vision of men – who are also the targets of honour killing – as the unfailing oppressors of women, for all time and everywhere.
There is, of course, another reason for refusing to accept the term 'honour killings'. There is no honour involved. 'No Honour in Murder' is the slogan of the London-based NGO Kurdish Women Action against Honour Killing; 'No "honour" in domestic violence, only shame!' is the slogan of the Southall Black Sisters. Or, in the words of PC Steve Cox, a family liaison officer in
The significance given to honour crimes in debates about immigrant communities, and the degree to which such debates act against the interests of those communities, cannot, post-9/11, be underestimated. For that reason some suggest, wrongly, that they should not receive undue attention or even be talked about. When Crimes of the Community was published last year, the Daily Telegraph seized on Nazir Afzal's remark that the location of 'Islamist groups – or terrorist cells' and the incidence of honour-based violence in the UK were a more or less exact mirror of each other. 'We are dealing,' the Telegraph said, 'with a threat to security as well as freedoms.' In a twist, which oddly dispatches or at the very least downplays the threat honour killing poses to women, the perpetrator of the crime becomes an al-Qaida infiltrator, an agent against the state and, by implication, against everyone. The article was a perfect demonstration of the way honour crimes can be put to the service of a post-9/11 agenda targeted against Islam ('hate the crime, let go of your hatreds' would be a better rallying cry). But it also revealed that this movement against minorities, which is prevalent across
In February 2005, Hatun Sürücü, a young woman of Turkish background, was murdered in
The Parliamentary Assembly of Europe's April 2003 Resolution on 'So-Called "Honour Crimes"' attributes them to 'archaic, unjust cultures and traditions' (amended from simply 'unjust cultures and traditions' in the first draft). The resolution, which was refined and strengthened in June this year, is exemplary for the action it calls for against honour-related violence, but the word 'archaic' lifts the crime, and entire cultures – 'archaic, unjust cultures' – out of the complexities of modern life, indeed out of the heart of Europe, where the rest of the document is very careful to situate them. Writing about forced marriage in the New Statesman last year, Ziauddin Sardar described it as 'this obnoxious tribal custom' (he used the word 'tribal' seven times in his article). What seems to be unthinkable is the idea that honour crimes – even if, like any form of violence, they boast a long and dishonourable history – might be related to the pressures of the modern world. This is all the more true as the different parts of that world – none essentially any more modern than the rest since, after all, we are all alive at the same time – increasingly, and inseparably, become part of one another.
Out of the five thousand cases of honour killing the UN estimates take place across the world each year, two hundred are thought to take place in
This is to make honour killing a component in the complex political realities of our time. In Iraqi Kurdistan, where both Heshu Yones's and Fadime Sahindal's families originally came from, issues of honour have become meshed with the lack of a nation-state and the struggle for self-determination (Heshu's father had taken part in the Kurdish uprisings of the late 1980s and early 1990s). In a world where legal restraint has mostly been experienced as a foreign imposition, any attempt to curtail honour, Nazand Begikhani writes, is seen as 'an assault on the nationalist cause'. 'Her roots,' Wikan writes of Fadime's mother when she refuses to talk to the police, 'are in a place where the state is regarded as an enemy.'
Honour today is therefore involved with the modern world of nations (a pathology of modernity, we could almost say). Migrant communities to the
'The white police are interested in us Pakistanis,' Kaukab says in Maps for Lost Lovers, 'only when there is a chance to prove that we are savages who slaughter our sons and daughters, brothers and sisters.' Racism in this country is, we could say, the sleeping partner of honour crimes. This is neither to excuse nor to forgive unforgivable violence against women, but to situate it. Friends in Pakistan advise the family involved in the murder not to tell the truth: 'The West is full of hypocrites, who kill our people with impunity and say it's all a matter of principle and justice, but when we do the same thing they say our definition of "principle" and "justice" is flawed.'
It may therefore be right to read honour crimes in terms of a pull between the traditional values of a migrant community and life in the metropolis, but this does not have to involve giving the West a monopoly on the forward march of history, or assigning immigrant communities to its backwaters. These are two halves of an equation that doesn't balance. How, in any case, are you meant to distribute the values on either side of the divide? On the night she died, Fadime's mother went to meet her daughter, reaching out to her against the edicts of her husband, whom she had previously obeyed. But only prejudice, not to say racism, would read the kindness alone as the sign of her integration into Swedish values. 'Elif,' Wikan writes, 'would probably have done the same in
Following the 2001 race riots in northern cities in the
Needless to say, for those who have been at the forefront of campaigning to raise the profile of honour crime, none of this has been the aim. 'The state was now using the demand for women's rights in minority communities,' Hannana Siddiqui writes with reference to Blunkett, 'to impose immigration controls and justify a racist agenda.' We can expect this to continue. In a speech in February 2008 to the Equality and Human Rights Commission, David Cameron praised the commission's chair, Trevor Phillips, for his critique of multiculturalism and concluded that
It is not always easy to avoid these vocabularies. Crimes of the Community is the most informative source I have read on honour-based violence in the
The question remains how to write about honour killing, and what form, or style, is best suited to the task. Towards the end of Maps for Lost Lovers, we discover that one of the two brothers who kill their sisters, Chotta, had found his lover, Kiran, in bed with another man on the night that he murdered his sister and her lover for living openly with each other. Kiran, who had never married, had spent most of her life mourning a lost love she had been prevented as a young woman from marrying by his family because she was a Sikh. It is this man, returned to
It is because of its peculiar density and quality that Maps for Lost Lovers can burrow beneath an honour killing and draw up, in the minutest, lyrical detail, the undercurrents of a whole life. It can be unshakeable in its judgments – of the killing, of the values that sanction and require it, of the injustices of this Muslim community towards its women and of British life towards Muslims – while also opening out each narrated life into a web of endless complexity, which defies just about every generalisation about this community, its members' lives and thoughts (how much discussion of honour killing is actually interested in either of these?). A spinster turns out to have not one but two lovers. A killer in the name of honour is raving not against an 'impure' sister but against another woman at the heart of the storm that is his own sexual life. In Aslam's writing, all the available clichés fade as if they had been placed under hot glass.
Onal's book, which is subtitled 'Stories of Men Who Killed', also takes the not inconsiderable risk of asking us to enter into a killer's mind (like Freud's case-studies, her chapters are like short stories or romances and 'lack the serious stamp of science'). In one particularly powerful story a young boy, Murat, sits in prison explaining that he was his mother's only son and her favourite child. The mother was seduced as a young girl by her step-cousin and then becomes the same cousin's willing lover after years of a forced, loveless marriage to another man. The son turns mute and depressed when he discovers them together and overhears his mother using to her lover the same terms of endearment he thought she used only for him: 'My lion, my hero, my ram.' But he kills her, at the prompting of his uncle, only when he realises that her affair, which he thought was his secret alone, is the talk of the whole community.
In her drive to convey the build-up to these killings, Onal at times claims a not wholly plausible omniscience (as in the breathless narrative of a young girl's rape at a bus station, when nobody who knew her could have been there). Nonetheless, like Maps for Lost Lovers, each of her interviews shows that any one honour killing arises out of a history, and that we can begin to understand it only if that history – however confusing, indeed because so confusing – is told. For more than one of the killers, the act is a matter of the deepest regret, even as they are lauded and told to be proud. These young men, often chosen to enact the crime on the grounds that their youth will lead to a reduced sentence, mostly find themselves rejected and isolated by their families once in prison. 'You too die with the person you kill,' Murat says. 'She is sure to appear before your eyes every time you lie in your bed' (given his story, a remark of stunning ambiguity). 'When you consider it logically, there's always an alternative.'
Every killer, whatever the pressure of family or community, has a choice. In a way, this makes it worse. The knowledge comes too late. But it also prises open a mental space between the murderer and his act, a sliver of freedom for future generations. 'Nobody,' Sarhan says in his interview with Husseini, 'really wants to kill his own sister.'
Is this, finally, a tale of progress? Yes and no. The fact that these three books have been written should be taken as a sign. Both Onal and Husseini have risked their lives through their work as campaigning journalists on honour-based violence – Onal also for implicating the Turkish government in the assassination in 2007 of the journalist Hrant Dink and three Christian missionaries/publishers (in 1994 she was shot and badly wounded after linking the government with organised crime). In 2004, at the prompting of the European Council,
By the time I had finished reading these ghastly stories, it was the sisters who for me stood out as the heroines. Not the ones who are lamented too late, but those who survive and go on telling the story. For Wikan, Songül Sahindal is the bravest of them all, taking to the witness stand against the advice of her whole family, who were happy to dismiss her and her evidence as insane – 'a madwoman's tale'. Bekhal Mahmod, whose sister Banaz was killed in 2006, was the key prosecution witness at the trial of her father and uncle and the first woman in the
[*] In Feminism and Islam edited by Mai Yamani (1996).