Imam Luqman, former Philadelphia Imam, has written an engaging post on his blog, The Lotus Tree Blog. Imam Luqman addresses a blight currently plaguing the indigenous Muslim community:
Here are the facts; 80% of American Muslim converts are African American, and African Americans are dead last in virtually every socio-economic category that measures wellbeing; unemployment, access to health care, illiteracy, education, single parent households, broken families, incarceration rates, diabetes, hypertension, home ownership, and infant mortality, and the list goes on and on.
Indigenous African Americans have been converting to Islam for decades; however, the phenomena of massive and continuous conversion amongst African Americans to Islam has not evolved generationally into indigenous Muslim families, extended families or home grown institutions that reflect our faith and it’s principles, and serve the best interests of the new Muslim. Why is this important? Well, it matters because as each subsequent generation of practicing Muslims evolve within the family, the moral and religious values of Islam takes hold and are reinforced within the family unit and the extended family.
I wrote a response to his post, with the comments below:
As-Salaamu ‘alaykum Imam Luqman. You have drawn our attention to some disparaging numbers and statistics. As a native of Philadelphia, you are all too familiar with these realities. The question is, when is Muslim leadership in Philadelphia and points beyond – and here I mean Blackamerican Muslim leadership – going to address these disparities? As we spoke when you were here, so much of the indigenous imagination has been colonized by a make believe Islam, an Islam that has never really existed anywhere, and in doing so, has syphoned off an incredible amount of our creative energy. We no longer look to solve our existential crises with Islam, but instead, actually seek to perpetuate them in the name of Islam. We lack faith in ourselves: We’ve come to doubt blackness and Americaness as equally viable contenders to the authenticity of Islam. It will require, as Dr. Jackson said, a paradigm shift, though without a pair-of-dimes to rub together (a la your aforementioned “socio-economic” discrepancy), that shift is going to remain aloof and unobtainable.
Again, I point to the same question: What occupies our imagination as a group? It is not attacking truancy, it is not attacking joblessness, it is not attacking a moral contrariness on a social level; it is none of these. It is occupied instead with putting all efforts into hyper-individualistic attempts to gain a short cut path to glory: “I don’t have to address any of my personal and social ills to be a Muslim, I’ll just put on a special costume and voilá!, I’m a bona fide Muslim!” We have become so deficit in our self-esteem that we are desperate to cling to that which will provide us a sense of identity. What is most even more tragic is that these feelings are not blameless; to the opposite, they’re quite natural. As a people who had their languages, their cultures, their religions, their histories taken from them, while being kept in the status of an irrevocable “other”, it is no wonder that so many of us sought an identity-based redemption in Islam. I do believe that there is something comprehensively holistic in Islam for us (and for all people for that matter), but when identity trumps devotion, when identity becomes a tool to coerce an articulation of Islam that is, as a first priority, pleasing to our nafs, and not as an effort to please God, then we wind up with what we have today: The verge of a secularized, nihilistic bastardization of Islam. The blowback from this is the continued descent into existential oblivion.
When we look at the immigrant Muslim community, we can see that they too are fraught with challenges. However, the one thing that works in their favor is the family unit. While not a not a monolith and all discrepancies withstanding, immigrant Muslims succeed in the areas we do not primarily because of their family units and how that unit functions as a safety for members of the family. Their families have stigmas which demand a certain amount of appeasement on the part of all family members. This is not to foist immigrant Muslims up as the paragon of Muslim family achievement, but there are many important lessons that might be learned; from them, and from other religious and ethnic communities as well. Until we demand the best from amongst our own families, we will continue to produce the same results, albeit, on a downward slope.
In a recent set of notes from a gathering of various Muslim scholars about Muslim life in America, one of the under riding themes was that of loneliness and isolation. There are so many Muslims who long for a healthy community life as well as a healthy private life. We can see now that our numbers for divorce are coming into line with those of the dominant culture. We are coming to see that while we are Muslim, we are not immune to the effects of modernity, of which one of its primary characteristics is loneliness and isolation. This is not simply backwash of what’s in the drinking water; it is a byproduct of modernity’s mechanisms: They churn night and day to produce human beings, who at the cost of all else, become individuals. We see this manifested in our pop culture, which relishes and rewards “the rebel”, the “cowboy”, the “self-made man or woman.” Modernity is, at its heart, anti-community and anti-human. It makes of Bani Adam isolated blips on 18% grey screen, individuals floating through life, latching on to this or that object or ideology which can temporarily deaden the angst of nihilism.
So we must strive to find a way to build not just communities, for that has become another meaningless plastic word, but lived-in communities, that raise and build and support and love!, real God-fearing, God-loving people, who strive both within and without, for God’s sake and in hope of God’s Mercy. With so many of us spread out, especially the link-minded ones, how do we begin to tackle this quandary?
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