A breathtaking, furious indictment of empire and its agents.
"Reason and composure, of course, are white," so Dabashi trades in niceties for fury. And by God, it is a spectacle to behold. Engaging with some of the best known anti-imperialists of the twentieth century, Dabashi introduces the "native informers" - the tirade of Arab, South Asian, Persian origin pundits that dominated the Bush-era discourse on Islam and military adventurism in the region. Discourse that made the case for the theft of hundreds of thousands of lives, and the destruction of millions more.
This book demonstrates Dabashi's courage and conscience. He takes no prisoners in his admonishment of the disingenuous, racist experts and their destruction-hungry imperial clientele through Malcom X's caricature of the 'house negro', Fanon's psychoanalysis of the self-loathing colonial subject behind the white facade, and of course the late, great Said's intellectual in exile.
In particular, he presents and discredits the alternative to Said's dissident exiled intellectual - who protested the excesses of empire and whose commentary on "The Orient" demonstrated the truest compassion for its destiny - in the shape of the native informer. And in doing so, he presents a beautifully articulate ode to the oppressed. From Palestine to Peshawar. Algeria to Afghanistan.
I do, however, take issue with Dabashi's conclusion. That diaspora and exile are outdated notions to now be cast aside, nostalgia to be shed, in favour of wholehearted acceptance of one's belonging in the United States or country of migration. In some context, the prescription is justified. What better way to counter the racism-fueled rhetoric of 'assimilation', 'integration', and 'creeping shari'a' than to accept Americaness as one's sole mode of being?
However, that also risks caving into the highly propagandized notion that one must prove their belonging. Demonstrate that they are American/European without taint or useless nostalgic sentiment. Stepping on to the turf of the native informer, making a display that one can be fully Western, and in doing so, will combat the empire from within in hopes of reformation. Wasn't it Twain who stated that the stupid - or in this case the disingenuous and conscienceless - will beat you with experience should you step into their muck? I don't envision the native informers or their masters viewing Brown and Black dissidents as indigenous and in service of the nation.
And, therefore, exile and diaspora remain relevant, important sanctuaries for those who wish to remember. For those for whom, their history is power. The ground in which their ancestors lie is sacred, worthy of remembrance and fight.
A little chaos here and there does not take anything away. This is a precious addition to a legacy of postcolonial literary resistance. Filled with the rage, emotion, and sentiment, we have long been forced to conceal in the face of the white civilising mission.