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Arab intellectual resting, not dead

Mar 03,2015 - Last updated at Mar 03,2015

Whenever a new poem by Mahmoud Darwish would be published in Al Quds newspaper, I would rush over to Abu Aymen’s newsstand that was located in the refugee camp’s main square. It was a crowded and dusty place where grimy taxis waited for passengers, surrounded by fish and vegetable vendors.

Darwish’s poetry was too cryptic for us, teenagers at a refugee camp in Gaza, to fathom. But we laboured away anyway.

Every word, and all the imagery and symbolism were analysed and decoded to mean perhaps something entirely different from what the famed Palestinian Arab poet had intended.

We were a rebellious generation hungry for freedom that was soon to carry the burden of the popular uprising, or Intifada, and we sought in Darwish’s incomparable verses not an escape, but a roadmap for revolution.

Darwish represented a generation of revolutionary intellectuals: humanist, Arab nationalists, anti-authoritarian and anti-imperialist.

In fact, they were mostly defined by the “anti” in their careers, rather than the “pro”, and that was hardly coincidental.

In those years, long before Twitter coerced us into cramming whatever we wished to say — no matter how complex — in 140 characters or less, such a thing as books existed.

Back then, ideas seemed to be more like a mosaic, involved and intricate productions that were enunciated in such a way as to produce works that would last a generation or more.

A novel by Abdul Rahman Munif represented the pain of a past generation and the aspiration of many to come.

Language was timeless then. One would read what Tunisia’s Abu Al Qasim Al Shabbi wrote in the 1930s and Palestine’s Samih Al Qassim much later, and feel that the words echoed the same sentiment, anger, hope, pride, but hardly despair. 

“Hey you, despotic tyrant, Darkness lover and enemy of life,/You scoffed at powerless people’s groans; And your hands are tainted with their blood./You embarked on empoisoning the allure of existence and sowing prickles of grief in its horizons./.... The flood of blood, will wipe you away, and the flaring gale will eat you up.

The Arab Spring resurrected the above words written by Shabbi, but those of others as well.

It was believed that the peaceful protests of Arab nations would be strong enough to “wipe away” the “darkness lovers”, but the battle proved more brutal than many had expected, or hoped.

“The flood of blood” is yet to be contained. Several Arab countries — Iraq, Syria, Yemen and Libya — are sovereign by name, but practically divided, by politics, sects, tribes and geography.

But this hardly concerns the “spring”, per se, and more the Arab intellectual and what he/she represents or failed to represent.

What has become of the Arab intellectual?

When I was younger, and Edward Said was still alive, I always wondered what his impressions of certain events were. His column ran in Egypt’s Al Ahram Weekly. His non-conformist political style — let alone his literary genius — did more than convey information and offer sound analyses. It also offered guidance and moral direction.

Professor Said, and many such giants, were missed most during this current upheaval, where intellectuals seemed negligible, if at all relevant. No disrespect intended here, for this is not about the actual skill of articulation, but concerns the depth of that expression, the identity and credibility of the intellectual, his very definition of self, and relationship with those in power.

Sure, there were those scholarly minds that joined Egyptian youth as they took to the streets in 2011, but timidly did so. Some appeared as if they were members of a bygone generation, desperate for validation. Others were simply present, without owning the moment or knowing how to truly define it, or define their relationship to it.

Yet the “spring” generation, which prided itself on being “leaderless”, proved equally incapable to capture popular imagination beyond the initial phase of the protests, nor did it offer a new cadre of intellectuals that would formulate a new generational vision.

Many of the secularist intellectuals, who had already grown distanced from the masses in whose name they had supposedly spoken but never truly represented, were confounded by the new reality.

Although they failed to bring about any kind of change, they feared losing their position as the hypothetical antithesis to the existing regimes.

Their words hardly registered with the rising new generation. They were out of touch and as surprised as the regime by the changing tide.

But it was when various Islamic parties seemed to be reaping the outcome of the revolts through the ballot box that these secular intellectuals felt truly threatened.

They perhaps accidentally enlisted as mouthpieces for the very regimes they had purportedly fought for decades. At best, they went dormant and faded into oblivion.

This is a strange period in the history of Arab culture and politics.

It is strange because popular revolutions are propelled by the articulation and insight of intellectuals.

It is truly unparallelled since Al Nahda years (roughly between 1850 and 1914), which witnessed the rise of a political, cultural and literary movement in Syria, Egypt and elsewhere with the utilitarian blend of pan-Arabism and pan-Islamism.

The intellectuals of that Arab, Islamic renaissance seemed often united in their overall objectives as they stood against Ottoman dominance and imperialist ambitions.

They were inclusivists, in the sense that they sought answers in European modernity, but self-respecting enough to challenge foreign dominance through the revival of Arab culture and Islamic teachings.

How that movement evolved is quite interesting and complex.

Today’s Muslim reformists — the so-called moderates — can be traced back to those early years. 

Mohamed Abduh and Jamal Al Din Al Afghani are towering figures in that early movement, although they were and remain controversial in the eyes of the more conservative Islamists.

The secularists, on the other hand, merged into various schools and ideologies, oscillating between socialism, Arab nationalism and other brands. Much of their early teachings were misrepresented by various dictatorships that ruled, oppressed and brutalised in the name of Arab nationalism.

Still, there were prominent schools of thought, manned by formidable intellectuals, whose ideas mattered greatly.

There seems to be no equivalent of yesteryear’s intellectual in today’s intellectual landscape. The closest would be propagators of “moderate Islam”, but they are still a distance away from offering the kind of coherence that comes from experience, not just theory.

The secularists splintered and become localised, jockeying for relevance and vanishing prestige.

But this is temporary. It has to be. The great cultures that have survived prolonged fights against brutal dictators and foreign dominance for generations, yet still gave birth to some of the most brilliant intellectuals, novelists and poets of all times, are capable of redeeming themselves.

It is only a matter of time and, perhaps, initiative.

History without the moral leadership of intellectuals is devoid of meaning, chaotic and unpredictable.

But this is a period of seismic historical transition, and it must eventually yield the kind of intellectual who will break free from the confines of ego, regimes, self-serving politics, sects, ideologies and geography. 

The writer, www.ramzybaroud.net, is an internationally syndicated columnist, a media consultant, an author of several books and the founder of PalestineChronicle.com. His latest book is “My Father Was a Freedom Fighter: Gaza’s Untold Story” (Pluto Press, London). He contributed this article to The Jordan Times.

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