"Rock 'n' roll is a life force. It's joy as an act of defiance." That's Bono explaining why it is necessary and important for U2 to get back to Paris as soon as possible to do the concerts they had to cancel after the attacks.
Terrorism drains joy from the soul. Replaces it with fear and suspicion. When we give in to that we are doing exactly what the terrorists need us to do.
As Scott Atran and Nafis Hamid explain so very well in a recent New York Review column, the theorists of radical Islam are driven to destroy the corruption of the modern materialistic world and create "a new-old world of universal justice and peace under the Prophet’s banner." Their tactics are not mindless nihilistic violence. They are "part of a conscious plan designed to instill among believers a sense of meaning that is sacred and sublime, while scaring the hell out of fence-sitters and enemies." They are intended to provoke a particular reaction that will rip the veil of illusion from the spiritual impoverishment of the West. As prominent voices throughout the United States proclaim that we must do "things we haven't considered before," that we must all arm ourselves, that all Muslims are a threat, and on and on, it is apparent that the strategy is working fabulously well.
I was raised to believe that "liberty and justice for all" was the truth of America, that the dream really was a dream for everybody. As I grew older I became more aware of how often we, as a country, and as individuals, fail to live up to that ideal, but I have still always believed in its potential. When Americans are at our best, we are that shining city on the hill. We are capable of astonishing acts of kindness and generosity. In those moments, when we live up to our ideals, we deserve to be known as the country that people all around the world want to be a part of, we deserve to be the example that patriots everywhere want to model their own countries after. That's when I'm proud of my country and the people who are a part of it. There is no contradiction in feeling that pride while still wanting us to be better.
The jihadists believe that I am either a fool or a liar. They believe that this talk of freedom and equality is a charade, that the system is created only to sustain the power of the powerful, to keep the weak in their place, where they will supply what is necessary to sustain the culture. These horrific acts of violence are very specifically designed to generate a response, to send a message to those who they would call back to the fold.
Did you think that if you went to the United States they would embrace you? Did you believe their chatter about liberty and justice for all? Did you think you were really going to have a share of the wealth and power that they dangle in front of you? All lies.
See now their true colors. See how quickly their fear turns loose their hatred for you. They have always hated you. When they felt they could control you and keep you down they tolerated you because they needed your labor. But they have no souls. They are easily frightened and when they are frightened they become vicious.
Some of their leaders claim to be appalled at the violence turned towards immigrants. They say 'this is not who we are.' But they are as deluded as you have been. This is exactly who they are. You have no place there. There is nothing for you. See how quickly they shout their readiness to abandon their so-called principles in order to round you up, beat you, chase you from their shores. They have nothing for you. Come home.
I imagine the leaders of the caliphate watching the bellicose rhetoric unfold, grinning at each other in amazement. Even better than they'd hoped.
On my university campus here in the deep South I see young women with headscarves on the sidewalks, walking to class, laughing together like college kids everywhere. I think they are incredibly brave. How often do they get jeered at? When will someone, feeling emboldened by the rhetoric of some congressional leaders and too many presidential candidates, take it a step forward and commit some retaliatory act of violence? When some young Muslim girl is standing in the dorm room, before the mirror, getting dressed, does she hesitate now before putting on the scarf? Does she decide, maybe not today? Maybe she was born in Indianapolis, of immigrant parents so proud to have made it to this country, to raise their children as Americans. Maybe she spent her life having her mother tell her, when she came home from school crying at the taunts, to ignore them, to stand up for who she is, a real American. Maybe her father convinced her that the true America would cherish and protect her. Maybe she believed that. Is her belief starting to weaken? Is she beginning to wonder if the hatred and fear that seems more and more to be trained on her is the real America after all?
Yes, it's a war. When U2 goes on stage tonight in Paris they'll be wielding a potent weapon. The arena will shake with hope and the belief that the goodness of people will prevail as long as we don't let our own fear subvert that goodness. They'll use rock 'n' roll as an act of defiance against those who seek to unleash the worst in our selves.
Each of us needs to be a joyful warrior. Generosity and kindness are the weapons that we all can wield. Yes, yes, we need to be vigilant. We need to be cautious. Defeating the jihadists will require multiple tactics, some military, some political. But those tactics will not prove the jihadists wrong. We can only do that if we truly live the American dream, if we make the quest for justice and freedom, the realization of the words on the Statue of Liberty and the principles of the Constitution our daily touchstones; if we protect those ideals with all of the joyful fierceness we can muster. If we don't, if we allow fear to replace joy with hatred, if we let the quest for security eviscerate personal liberty, if we scapegoat and demonize Muslims and immigrants, then not only do we lose the war, we prove that the jihadists were right about us all along.