I’m currently taking a class about Islam in Spain, which focuses a lot on racism since Islam has been racialized in our muddled and messy heads, and my professor lifts his nose at class analysis (in general) and any arguments about the relationship between class and racism (in particular). I feel like I’m being chided all the time, like he thinks I haven’t read the postmodernists, or the decolonial theories, that I’m an old-fashioned musty Marxist. I have, I’m not, they don’t convince me, and Marxism is still one of the best ways around to do sociological (not to mention political) analysis, sorrynotsorry. No closets here. The younger contingent in my class, though, is making it hard to get into the fun weeds on the topic since the baseline can be exemplified by a real question in class, which I will repeat verbatim: “Is Islamophobia the same as Islamophilia?” Frustration with the younger generation, typical of all older generations since forever, though, is an entirely different issue.
I thoroughly enjoyed having my previously held beliefs –that “ethnicity” is used as just a stand-in for “race,” that “tribe” is just what we call African/Arab Weberian “status” groups, that the terms are all used with “incredible inconsistency” (Wallerstein 77, Verso edition of 1991)– confirmed and discussed at length by such skillful and nuanced thinkers. I am not of the opinion, as polemicists (or maybe poorly trained critical thinkers) are, that you have to read people who don’t agree with you and that reading people who do is a sign of intellectual weakness or closed-mindedness. Asking me to read people who don’t agree with me (when you don’t) is just enlisting people who are better at it to fight your battles for you. I don’t need to read the nazis to know they were bad (and, what’s more, wrong). So this book was more like adding better ammunition to my old cache of weapons, not just adding different weapons or expanding my field of action. All necessary and appreciated on the intellectual battlefield.
So much of discussion about racism in class and in the literature I’ve read is stand-point theory heavy, is frankly superficially anecdotal, makes me feel like I’m observing a group therapy session. The tone is moralizing and tsk-tsky. It’s overly “empirical” like racism were a thing you could touch. It’s kind of intellectually cringy to me. It was so nice to read these essays with real theoretical teeth. Anti-racism is obviously part and parcel of my political ideology but not because of the vibes: “though the working class can claim no privileged role in the invention of anti-racism, that class forms an irreplaceable base for its development and efficacity, whether by its resistance to racist propaganda or [and here I start applauding] by its commitment to political programmes incompatible [hard underline] in practice with racist politics” (224).
One thing our professor argues that I agree with is that racism is structural (or, as he says, “institutional”), it’s not about personal prejudices. Balibar doesn’t abandon personal ideas, he’s a philosopher of course, but he doubles down in a way I love: “anti-racism too often falls prey to the illusion that racism is an absence of thought, […] and that it simply would be enough to make people think or reflect for it to subside. Whereas in fact it is a question of changing people’s modes of thought, which is the most difficult thing in the world” (222).
I’ll admit I have a special affection for French philosophers’ writing. That intricate and woven and complicated expression just gets me going. Can it be taken to absurd lengths like in the case of Spivak? Yes. Does that mean that it’s always nonsense? No. Balibar drags you into the dark and scary woods and thickets and there is absolutely no reason to think you’ll get out unscathed, but you like adventure. Wallerstein is like a big wooden bucket of cool clear water in the middle of a well-lit field when you’re thirsty. The combination of both is just fabulous and I’m so glad they did this collection together. I think we’re getting somewhere (even though it was written in the early 90s).