
Ibn Khaldun, the
classical Arab historian, ascribed the great revival of the Arab
spirit to “asabiya”, a term that can loosely equated to “group
solidarity”, a consciousness that rose above traditional
loyalties like tribal identity and released the inspirational
energy that made oasis dwellers and nomads into world
conquerors. Nothing can compare with that seminal 7th century
resurrection, but there is a touch of “asabiya” in the
transnational Arab Spring that has turned a dormant Arab street
into a revolutionary force that is clearing the septic cobwebs
which have turned a great people into victims of local despotism
and tyranny.
The pace and trajectory of a revolution can never be predicted,
nor can its re-formation into a stable order be guaranteed. But
the Gaddafis and the Assads are clinging desperately to a world
that is dead, along with their bankrupt ideas and alibis, all of
which have been a thin cover for devastating regimes which
turned national wealth [including oil] into personal property
and castrated the people’s right to freedom and democracy. These
army-police states tried to garner international respectability
through a thin middle class which shared some prosperity as
reward for loyalty to the new hereditary, civilian sultanates.
Could there be a worse instance of medieval despotism than the
Gaddafi family, whose anarchic flamboyance was tolerated for so
long by the rest of the world?
Western powers were indifferent to values they professed at home
as long as despots honored their regional security concerns: an
Egyptian somehow did not need democracy as much as an American
if Hosni Mubarak was obedient. Now that Tahrir Square has
decided otherwise, traditional relationships are in disarray.
America and Europe have not been able to save clients in Tunisia
or Egypt, even while they mobilize on the side of street anger
to destabilize regimes in Tripoli and Damascus. With the Soviet
Union long buried, and Russia and China hesitant to offer more
than verbal reassurance, the establishments in Libya and Syria
are fighting their last battles with incremental brutality
against their own people. They have a lot to lose: their loot.
They will fight hard to preserve their obnoxious oppression, and
the process will be neither easy nor predictable.
Paradoxically, if the pro-West monarchies have shown a greater
flexibility in the management of dissent, it is because they
have been closer to their societies than republican despots. But
that, in the long, or even medium run, is insufficient. There
are many layers of meaning in the campaign for driving licences
by Saudi women. They are asking a loaded question: if Aisha, one
of the wives of the Prophet Muhammad, could drive a camel at the
head of her army, if women could go to mosques and take part in
consultations, then why cannot women drive cars in a country
ruled by the Custodian of the Two Holy Mosques? The question
juxtaposes current reality with a pre-monarchial republican
ideal in which there was far great gender equality than in most
modern Arab nations. The debate is opening minds. Open minds
demand open societies. If Arab monarchs do not turn their abodes
into a Buckingham Palace, and substitute total authority with a
ceremonial role, the spirit of “asabiya” will rattle their
gates.
Hafez Assad had a slogan on every city gate and public building:
“Our Leader forever is President Hafez Assad”. His son Bashar
shares this pompous conviction. Time, and the tide of “asabiya”,
wait for no man.
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Collateral damage
is surely the most unhappy consequence of this tragic business
called war. There you are, quietly preparing the day’s
propaganda sheet in yet another existentialist confrontation
between George Bush and Saddam Hussein, or Barack Obama and
Mullah Omar, or Pranab Mukherjee and P. Chidambaram, and wham!
From out of the night-blue a Drone demolishes your ego so
completely that you cannot recognise your self-esteem from the
debris of your self-respect.
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