I could not immediately pinpoint why it so easily and often moved my hand to my phone to play it at any given and wandering moment. But I think I get it now, and I think it applies and acts timeless beyond the personal.
There appear to be three reasons that those-who-otherwise-would do not openly, regularly, publicly, perhaps not even privately, criticise any or all of Islam, or suffer those who do.
Young girls are not the possessions of parents or communities to be dressed up in 7th century neurosis.
There now exist identitarians and labelphiles, caught up in what you are and not what you think, where you’re from and not where you’re headed.
Islamophobia is a meme, and for all the benign and zeitgeist-capturing memes around, this one is insidious, clothed in superficial virtue, and intensely virulent.
In this immediate post-Brexit environment, you are reassuring the wrong people.
The one who thinks the same at 25 as she did at 20 has not made anything like the most of the intervening years.
The bottom-line being that the regressives need to be extremely fucking careful with just exactly how they proceed on this fledgling and alarming idea for a social cause.
“They have fought a failing fight for life… stunted by the death of criticism.”
– W. E. B. Du Bois