From the Washington Post:
How Dzhokhar Tsarnaev’s immigrant path explains his guilty verdictSo this review by an actual immigrant brings up a point often muffled in the nonstop Huddle Masses schmaltzfest about how immigrants are our moral and psychological superiors. A lot of them are fairly badly messed up psychologically by changing countries, as evidenced, by the Tsarnaevs, Todashev, and Masha Gessen. A kindlier policy would be to let fewer in and send more home.
By Asra Q. Nomani April 8
Asra Q. Nomani, a former Wall Street Journal reporter, is the author of “Tantrika: Traveling the Road of Divine Love” and “Standing Alone: An American Woman’s Struggle for the Soul of Islam.”
THE BROTHERS The Road to an American Tragedy By Masha Gessen Riverhead. 273 pp. $27.95
‘The Brothers” is a troubling book about a tragic episode in post-9/11 America: the bombing of the Boston Marathon two years ago by brothers Tamerlan and Dzhokhar Tsarnaev. The book is tragic not only because of the deaths and maimed lives, but also because of the backstory: the brothers’ difficult experience adjusting to immigrant life in America. And it’s troubling because Gessen contends that the United States was as responsible as the misguided youths for the explosions near the marathon finish line that killed three and injured more than 260. The younger, surviving brother, Dzhokhar, was convicted Wednesday on 30 counts related to the attack.
Gessen, herself once a Russian-speaking teen immigrant in Boston, is well-equipped to navigate the Tsarnaevs’ story. She covered the wars in the Russian region of Chechnya, where the Tsarnaev family has its roots. … If we are to draw a lesson from their calamitous outcome, we need to understand the emotional path the boys took from wide-eyed immigrant children to murderers.
‘The Brothers: The Road to an American Tragedy’ by Masha Gessen (Riverhead) Gessen describes the Tsarnaevs’ early immigrant days in a section aptly called “Dislocation,” with chapters titled “Love,” “Wandering” and “Dreaming of America.” These titles could easily decribe the early experiences of many immigrant families. The Tsarnaevs hoped for a better life here; they sought to escape the long, troubled history of the Chechen region, which has been riven by separatistism, Russian aggression and periods of war.
In America, the Tsarnaev family — mother, father, two sons, two daughters — struggled after arriving in 2001. Gessen takes us through this dark reality in a section titled “Becoming the Bombers,” in which she chronicles “a decade of broken dreams.” Here we see the financial and psychological pressures that force some immigrants to rely on the kindness of strangers, the charity of the state and the kinship of fellow immigrants….
Despite the assistance, the Tsarnaev family “witness[ed] the slow and catastrophic demise of a whole set of immigrant dreams,” Gessen writes. Things began to crumble as the brothers’ drug use picked up. “Pot was the scourge,” she explains. “Each member of the Tsarnaev family was descending into a separate personal hell,” Gessen writes. Media accounts have chronicled run-ins with police over alleged shoplifting, counterfeit money, marijuana possession and intent to distribute.
The family was experiencing a common trauma of the immigrant arc: grief over losing a former life. Years after leaving their homeland, Gessen writes, “it was as though the Tsarnaevs had never come to America.” Peering into their American home, one would see “the look every Chechen living room had.”
Drawing perhaps on her own experiences, Gessen is eloquent in describing the sense of loss an immigrant feels. “You never talk about the pain of dislocation,” she writes. “You do not describe the way color drains out of everyday life when nothing is familiar, how the texture of living seems to disappear. You breathe not a word of no longer knowing who you are, where you are going, with whom, and why — and the unique existential dread of that condition. Most important, you never question your decision: from the moment you cross the border, there is only ever the future.” The result is immigrants who fail to properly mourn the lives they’ve left behind.
As the daughter of Muslim immigrants from India, I understand that dynamic intimately. In 1992, when I was 26, I decided that I should marry within my culture and religion. So I left a Lutheran boyfriend from Iowa (who was a good match for me) for a Pakistani Muslim living in Washington (who was not). When I mentioned this to my boss, he gently pointed out that ill-advised actions often result from an inability to grapple with the past. In my case, I married the Pakistani Muslim, and my union lasted just a little longer than the first bethrothal of Kim Kardashian. Clearly, like many immigrants, I was struggling with how to shape my newly emerging identity.
Tamerlan Tsarnaev, the older brother, and his mother, Zubeidat, may have been facing the same struggles in 2009 when they began to study the Koran, getting their lessons from “the Internet and .?.?. occasional intense conversations with better-informed acquaintances.” The book provides little insight into the brothers’ Muslim teachings as young children, except to say that they were not schooled in extremist thought. At this later time, however, Zubeidat started wearing a hijab, and Tamerlan showed increased devotion to his religious life. He threw away binders he’d put together when he was younger that contained clippings on how to seduce women and hypnotize people.
The book has a splendid opportunity to reflect on the community’s role, particularly that of the Muslim community, in guiding young people toward positive, healthy lives. It is important to hold individuals, families and communities accountable for the development of young newcomers to America. But Gessen misses her chance to explore this crucial piece of the immigrant puzzle. Neuroscientists, psychiatrists and psychologists increasingly analyze the immigrant experience in the context of trauma. Immigrants experience not only a geographical upheaval but a severe blow to their identity. The Tsarnaev story reminds me, as a mother of a 12-year-old next-generation immigrant boy, that it is vital to promote a psychology of integration, adaptation and healing.
In place of a deep analysis about overcoming the challenges of assimilation, Gessen chooses to engage in a narrative of Muslim immigrant victimhood. She lays much of the blame for the Tsarnaevs’ actions on alleged harassment by the FBI. Whether or not the Tsarnaevs were influenced by extremists, she rejects notions that some Muslims become radicalized by jihadists, arguing that the United States and its reactions have “probably done as much” as al-Qaeda to create a “worldwide community of jihadists.”
She even asks, “Is it conceivable that the Tsarnaev brothers were not the marathon bombers?” — and answers: “Yes, it is conceivable.” …
As the Tsarnaev story shows, immigrants suffer the emotional challenges of dislocation, hardship and trauma, and sadly, these vulnerable brothers turned their struggles into terror for which there is no excuse.
In fact, what immigration patriots should do is create a new federal immigration bureaucracy staffed with otherwise unemployable graduates of anthropology, cultural studies, comparative religion, ethnic studies, and psychology majors to review all applications for asylum and immigration from the perspective of whether the United States is too racist, culturally insensitive, religiously bigoted, capitalistic, etc. for the poor innocent foreigner to have a reasonable chance to be happy here. It would be called the Federal Bureau for the Protection of The Other and it would be given a veto over the immigration of any foreigner likely to suffer insensitivity from Americans, such as children asking to touch his or her hair, or Americans getting confused over which country they are from — e.g., the only way to prevent insensitive Americans from wounding the psyche of Iraqi newcomers by confusing them with Iranians and vice-versa is to not let in any more Iraqi and Iranian potential victims of nativist ignorance.
Clearly, the current immigration bureaucracy is overly infected with low-brow ideas of American exceptionalism. We need to hire an entire bureau of leftist grad students who understand how America crushes the innocent dreams of The Other, and we will pay them bonuses for protecting The Other by not letting The Other into our country. This bureau of Howard Zinn and Masha Gessen fans should not be allowed to initiate or approve immigration applications, but it should be allowed to veto applications on the grounds that hateful America doesn’t deserve these immigrants.
For example, the Tsarnaevs and Todashev were just carrying out ancient Caucasus traditions of berserker raids upon enemy tribes and ritual assassinations of Jews that go back to the hashish-besotted Assassins of the Caucasus observed by Marco Polo. Back home, this tradition is deep rooted and honored, but in ignorant, insensitive America, few seem to grasp that they were just behaving like good Chechens lads down through the centuries. How much happier they would have been staying home in their native cultural milieu where they would have been afforded the dignity attaining to the perpetrators of acts of carnage.
What America needs is a giant bureaucracy stuffed with leftist liberal arts majors who are getting salary, health care, and pension far beyond what they can earn in the private sector whose only mission is to protect would-be immigrants from being traumatized by exposure to hate-filled Americans by not letting them in to the country.
Finally, immigration restriction would enjoy the support of a vested interest with easy access to the media.