Election ‘08: High Anxiety

Watching this election, electronically linked up to voters across the United States and beyond, is a surreal and beautiful experience.

I wish I could tell you that it doesn’t matter what the outcome is.

After all, we at GlobalComment here do not quite care about the political leanings of our readers, as long as said readers are thoughtful and well-informed. Yet as an individual, not a journalist, I am hoping for change. I am hoping, in short, for Obama.

This election has been ugly - both on the national and local level. In North Carolina, my home state, Elizabeth Dole (a fellow Duke grad, to add insult to injury), overstepped all boundaries of decency in attacking her opponent in the Senate race. Unlike the mainstream GOP platform, which excels at insidious subtleties and dogwhistles, Liddy Dole went ahead and called Kay Hagan “godless,” quite a big deal in the Bible Belt.

It is looking as though this vicious strategy has backfired, and I am glad.

If there is one thing that I am sure of is that our country does not wish to go back to the McCarthy era, wherein “real Americans” were separated from “fake Americans,” and suspicion and paranoia held sway. No matter how tough it may get in the years to come, thought-crime has little to do with what the United States stands for.

Tonight, I had the chance to speak to many Americans: both expats and those who call the Middle East their home. Interestingly, most Muslims I have spoken to were people who previously voted for Bush, and who have become so disgusted with “Muslim” being used a slur in this election, that they have opted for Obama, disregarding his comparatively liberal policies.

Regardless of religion, all folks I have chatted with today confessed to anxiety, both in terms of the election and in terms of the future. No matter who wins this year, we may be in for a number of bleak years, that much has been accepted by most everyone.

But as Bob Dylan sang, “the hour before dawn is the darkest.” Alongside anxiety is the no-nonsense belief that we will find our way, come hell or high water or voter fraud.

Stay with us for more election updates & check out the Feministe election liveblog, in which Natalia is a participant.

Asif Ali Zardari: Woe to Pakistan?

The problem with democracy is that sometimes the person that comes into power is exactly the person you wish would get arrested and sent to prison forever. In the case of Pakistan, it has come to pass that the most odious of political figures, Asif Ali Zardari, widower of Benazir Bhutto, is now president of the Islamic Republic, with a two-third majority and - God help me - the mandate of the people.

Unlike the man he effectively replaces, General (ret) Pervez Musharraf, Zardari represents, in the most technical sense, at least, the federation of provinces. Three of the four provinces elected him by outright majority. The fourth and most populous province, the Punjab, did not, but that is no obstacle. Zardari is nevertheless president of Pakistan.

The Pakistan People’s Party (PPP), of which he is co-chair with his son, represents the popular vote and arguably the largest voter base in the country. This was determined in the general elections of February 18, 2008. Now the PPP holds the two highest offices in the state, the presidency and the prime ministership.

Known throughout his late wife Benazir Bhutto’s political career as “Mr. Ten Percent” for skimming money from state coffers and ferreting them away in foreign bank accounts, Zardari is now the self-proclaimed democratic revenge of a nation both plagued by military dictatorship and aggrieved by the loss of its beloved sister, Benazir. “Democracy talks,” he said in his first presidential address today, “and everybody hears.”

I hear he’s no longer interested in repealing the law that allows the president to dissolve the assembly whenever he sees fit. Read More »

Terror in Bangalore

I wasn’t born in Bangalore. I don’t live there now. But ever since I was a child, it’s been the seat of my family.

I’ve smelled the jasmine and diesel in the air. I’ve seen the elections of civic-minded criminals, and heard the hurly-burly cry of Commercial Street for years. In short, I claim Bangalore as my own.

Eight explosions erupted across my city like weeping lesions yesterday.

According to all the news sources I can tap, the prime suspects in this matter are either the members of a banned student organization, the Students Islamic Movement of India, or the militant organization, Lashkar-e-Toiba. I don’t know enough about the nature or history of either group to even offer an opinion. And honestly, I can’t say that I care who eventually will claim the credit for all of this. Whoever it was, they’re no different than any other breed of savage.

Every time I go to Bangalore, I visit the Church of the Infant Jesus. It’s near the center of the city, a shy palace of stone and stained marble. Shall I tell you why it’s wonderful? Because, despite the name, it’s a shrine for every person of any faith. Read More »