Midnight Thoughts & Thunder
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I was watching a VICE documentary on the ISIS (the only of its kind I believe) where reporter Medyan Dairieh spent three weeks with the ISIS and though I didn’t watch it in full, the aggressive demeanour and the obsessiveness with shedding blood made me realize what I always suspected about these extremist groups; that they are channelling deep seated frustration and a sense of inadequacy, emasculation even, through violence.
At a glance, the Islamically-themed chantings and grotesque threats delivered with fervour might give the impression that these are people passionate about their religion, whatever their interpretation. But if you observe it closely, you’ll notice the poignant and bitter undertones in their quests. Theirs is a one-side quest and it has little to do with Islam. They’ve zeroed in on one aspect of the religion,taken it completely out of context and its conditions and used this as a prop to fulfill their ardent desires. A man in the documentary was shouting into the camera to a faceless crowd of non-Muslims that “…we are going to invade you as you invaded us. We will capture your women as you captured our women and we will orphan your children as you orphaned ours…” at which point he breaks down in tears.
Beyond the apparent cruelty embedded in his threat, I could sense a deeper sadness and anguish that had nothing to do with waging Jihaad. These were the erratic and misguided acts of men who felt they had lost their footing in the world and the whole world was against them. Them against the world. Against the schoolyard bullies.Against snarly strangers on afternoon strolls in the park. Against a dark cloud of prejudices and paranoia floating about yay high above their collective heads.
Perhaps it’s the INFJ in me that seeks out to know the covert dynamics that drive people like these, but it has definitely rounded the sharp edges of my hatred of them. It’s not that I accept their motivations, but in understanding them I can ferret out my biased judgements from the reality so as to be fair even against evil. Though blood is on their hands, we have to ask ourselves what kind of world we live in that created this disparity between people such that it allowed hatred to brew – on either side.
“Where justice is denied, where poverty is enforced, where ignorance prevails, and where any one class is made to feel that society is an organized conspiracy to oppress, rob and degrade them, neither persons nor property will be safe.”
— Frederick Douglass