By Hugh
Graham.
With the discovery that a fourth Canadian, Ryan
Enderi, is wanted in the Islamist assault on the Algerian gas plant at Amenas,
the astonishment is unlikely to die down any time soon. In
the light of the last hundred odd years of history, of course, it’s less
surprising. Because it’s not even about militant Islam. It’s about something
much older. Enderi,
Ali Medlej and Xisto Katsiroubas all
came from London Ontario, all
had few local bonds, indeed little
adherence to family or community. All
felt isolated and disenchanted before they finished high school. That itself
should be no more surprising than their resort to militant Islam.
Leaving aside their immigrant backgrounds, there’s already a hard truth:
social disconnection is as old as history and it’s getting worse. Traditional
bonds have been weakening everywhere for decades. For most people, the gradual
increase in discontinuity in personal life is taken for granted. But nor can the
old foundations in physical proximity and lasting friendships, in other word,
“roots,” be replaced by social media. It’s a lonely society. Imagine how bad it
can be for young, second generation immigrants who feel confined by the ethnic world
of their parents but find no home in Canadian society.
So why have the media generated an atmosphere of earnest
perplexity and mystery around four, Southern Ontario Islamists? Why do people go on chiming in with the zeit geist: about militant Islam, about broken homes,
about stifling multicultural enclaves?
History itself can illuminate,
even from way out in left field.
Actually, 19th century Russia. Hang on, it’s an old story and
it’s worth considering. After the abolition of serfdom in 1861, upwardly mobile
young men from peasant backgrounds were channeled into the polytechnical
academies of St. Peterburg and Moscow. The polytechnical schools kept them safely
out of the elite Gymansia of the upper classes. The educated children of serfs found
themselves in limbo: estranged from families they had left and rejected by the
society they hoped to join. Socially, they had fallen between the cracks.
Flash forward a hundred-odd years and a
continent away and you have a second generation of immigrants, disillusioned
with their parents’ traditionalism and greeted with indifference by mainstream
Canadian society. The Russian students had been offered polytechnical schools; with
better intentions, the Canadians had been offered Multiculturalism. In both
cases official inclusion became a form of exclusion, even disenfranchisement.
Multiculturalism isn’t responsible
for creating “inward-turned, seething hotbeds of militant Islam.” But it has
produced tolerance rather than acceptance, cultural diversity rather than
integration. It’s an irony that the
“great Satan,” the United States, with
its melting pot society has had proportionately fewer young “foreign” Jihadists
than have Multicultural Canada and Britain.
That may be a cliché by now, but I suspect it’s true.
In the
ghettoization of 19th century Russian students you’ll find
extraordinary parallels with the disaffected who’ve chosen Holy Jihad. Many of
the Russians were divinity students. Even as atheists, they applied their
spiritual passions to hatred of the society that rejected them. They joined
terrorist cells and planned wholesale destruction to make way for a vaguely
defined utopian millennium. The typical “Nihilist”
ended up in poverty, unable to pay his tuition and living in a room with no
society except that of fellow pamphleteering
revolutionaries with hidden
printing presses. We’ve seen the type: in Dostoevsky’s embittered student
loner, Raskilnikov of Crime and Punishmen;
in the young, fanatical revolutionaries of The Possessed.
Now, instead of a secret printing press
there’s the internet. Instead of a room in a Petersburg tenement, a small flat in Canada or Britain. Instead of
revolutionary propaganda, You Tube videos of Jihad. Instead of a vaguely
defined utopia, a vaguely defined Caliphate.
So it didn’t begin with 9/11 and it’s not about
Islam. It’s about a social phenomenon as universal as it is unfortunate: the
human driftwood and flotsam left behind by in a lonely and rapidly developing
society with good intentions gone wrong; it’s about the nameless and the
faceless, the legions of human beings who keep falling between the cracks. Presenting
the whole thing as a mystery is bound to make the problem worse. The greatest
hope lies in the hardest truths.
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