Luckily, the doctors agreed: āHis return to Libya would, we feel, not only benefit the patient, but would also be advantageous for the family. Mr Megrahi has several children of varying age. If he was returned home, his family could become more involved in his health-care needs. We would anticipate this would benefit them, not only in the short-term, but also when considering any potential long-term psychological impact.ā Who knew, when Sigmund Freud was lounging around the Berggasse 19 in his smoking jacket, trying to figure out what women wanted and when, exactly, a cigar was only a cigar, that his work would have this kind of effect on Western society?
Indeed, it is a great day, not just for Libya but also for the entire Muslim world, to which our āChristianā president (who somehow canāt seem to find a church in Washington, D.C.) recently sent a televised Ramadan greeting āon behalf of the American people, including Muslim communities in all 50 states.ā Yes, His Serene Highness Barack Hussein Obama II, Lord of the Flies and Protector of the Holy Cities of Honolulu and Chicago, has just nobly urged us to āseek common groundā with Muslims everywhere, including expanding āeducation exchange programs.ā
Now, some of you right-wing lunatics may think that the education exchange programs that brought us Mohammed Atta and his band of merry men were plenty, thank you very much, and that BO2ās call for āincreased cooperation in science and technologyā hopefully means that next time they will actually land the airplanes we invented and manufactured, instead of crashing them into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. But surely not even the most paranoid conspiracy theorist among you can quibble with the presidentās final wish to Muslims around the world: āMay Godās peace be upon you.ā And this just eight years since more than 3,000 Americans died in New York, Virginia, and Pennsylvania after the man-caused disasters of 9/11. Is this a great country or what?
I have to admit, at first I was a little uneasy at this blatant mixing of church and state, until I remembered that thereās no proscription against mixing mosque and state in the Constitution. As the former Barry Soetoro reminded us all in Cairo, Muslims have been part of America since Day One ā heck, they practically invented the place. āIt was Islam . . . that carried the light of learning through so many centuries, paving the way for Europeās Renaissance and Enlightenment,ā Obama said in June. āI also know that Islam has always been a part of Americaās story. The first nation to recognize my country was Morocco. . . . And when the first Muslim American was recently elected to Congress, he took the oath to defend our Constitution using the same Holy Koran that one of our Founding Fathers ā Thomas Jefferson ā kept in his personal library.ā I never knew that Jefferson was one of the Faithful; not only that but, as per Thomas Cahillās book, I thought it was the Irish who saved civilization. You learn something new from the Dear Leader and Teacher every day.
Anyway, all of this talk about North Africa and Islam got me thinking about General Gordon and one of my great guilty-pleasure movies, Khartoum (1966). You remember ā Chuck Heston as General Gordon, ramrod-straight and sporting a fez, and a blackfaced Sir Larry as the Mahdi, smacking his ruby lips and rolling his eyes, as if he were in some Islamic road version of Othello.
Back in 1885, Charles George āChineseā Gordon, a Scotsman, had the effrontery to mount a spirited defense of Khartoum and its trapped Egyptian garrison against one Muhammad Ahmad ibn as Sayyid Abd Allah, better known as āthe Mahdiā (the āExpected Oneā). Sent to the Sudan to put down the Arab raiders who were enslaving real African Americans from Africa, Gordon found himself defending the lives of the Ottoman Turkish troops of the Khedive of Egypt, who were trapped in Khartoum and sure to suffer horrible deaths at the hands of the Mahdi and his army, who viewed them as degenerate apostates. Instead of submitting peacefully in a spirit of educational exchange and technological cooperation, Gordon, a general in the Royal Engineers who had served with distinction in the Crimea and in China (hence the nickname), decided to fight. Back then, troglodytic Scotsmen were stereotypically stubborn; even worse, Gordon was also a Christian evangelist and religious fanatic, which made him exactly the same as the Mahdi, fundamentalist-wise. (Lytton Strachey had a good deal of mocking fun with Gordonās shade in Eminent Victorians.)
Defying calls from the British government for his return, Gordon dug in, holding out for nine months during a terrible siege that ended when the Mahdiās forces finally overran the city. Gordon was struck down by a spear; his head was hacked off, presented to the Mahdi, and later stuck up in a tree so that children could throw rocks at it. Teachable moment: Never fight back, because youāre only going to die anyway.
The jingoistic Brit public, however, became unaccountably enraged and demanded barbaric Christian vengeance for Gordon Pasha. So when General Kitchener arrived in the Sudan on a punitive mission 111 years ago next month and engaged the Mahdiās forces at Omdurman ā the Mahdi himself having died in the interim ā he killed more than 10,000 dervishes, wounded another 13,000, and took 5,000 prisoners. His own losses: 48 men killed and fewer than 400 wounded. What kind of a proportionate, measured response was that? Not quite finished, Kitchener destroyed the Mahdiās tomb, dug up the body, threw the bones into the Nile, and kept the skull for himself as a drinking cup. Oh, there was a fuss when Queen Victoria found out about Kitchenerās trophy, and so the head was hastily popped back into a Muslim cemetery, but oddly enough, Omdurman was the end of the insurgency in the Sudan.
Luckily, todayās British government, under another Scotsman, Gordon Brown, is no longer willing to sacrifice its national principles in exchange for things like ending an insurrection that would have claimed thousands more lives and establishing peace in a whole region for a century. John Bull is properly ashamed of his old empire, ashamed of subjects like Gordon and Burton and Speke and Stanley, ashamed of his very existence. And so he slowly commits suicide as millions around the world cheer ā not just in Libya but closer to Whitehall, in Finsbury Park.
What I donāt understand is how a movie like Khartoum ever got made. The imperialists are the āgood guys,ā the dark-skinned freedom fighters are the ābad guys,ā and somehow weāre supposed to feel bad when Gordon gets whatās coming to him. I mean, can you imagine green-lighting a script that ends with a voiceover proclaiming:
The relief came two days late. Two days. And for 15 years the Sudanese paid the price with pestilence and famine, the British with shame and war. Within months after Gordon died, the Mahdi died. Why, we shall never know. Gordon rests in his beloved Sudan. We cannot tell how long his memory will live. But there is this: A world with no room for the Gordons is a world that will return to the sands.
Personally, I like sand. See you at the beach!
ā David Kahane canāt understand how a movie like Zulu (1964) got made either. You can explain it to him via e-mail at
kahanenro@gmail.com, or via Facebook (look for the Soviet-era poster). But hurry ā heās off to Marthaās Vineyard to work on Rules for Radical Conservatives, coming from Ballantine Books in July 2010.