“May your problems always be so small”: Palestinian pain, Pakistani silence

At a recent gathering of social scientists in Washington, DC, a Pakistani-American academic spoke movingly about Palestine. The vocabulary was polished, the grief sincere, the analysis appropriately grave. Then a Palestinian academic asked the question that should stalk every Pakistani and South Asian intellectual in the West: why are you so eloquent about Palestine and so silent about Pakistan? Why can you name Zionism but not Imran Khan? Why can you speak of genocide but not General Asim Munir, Trump’s favorite field marshal, presiding over Pakistan’s quasi-dictatorial order? Why does Pakistan — the country you analyze, inherit, visit, romanticize, and perform — become unspeakable precisely when it most needs speech?

To her credit, the Pakistani-American academic did not disappear into theoretical fog. She confessed the truth. It is easier now for Pakistani academics to speak about Palestine than Pakistan. Palestine may bring applause. Pakistan may bring consequences: intelligence harassment, family pressure, airport unpleasantness, poisoned trips home, calls to relatives. These are the real borders of courage. We keep quiet, she admitted in substance, because we want to travel comfortably.

The Palestinian academic smiled and offered a sentence that belongs in the museum of moral humiliation: “May your problems always be so small.”

He said this as someone whose extended family had been shattered by Gaza’s slaughter. It was not cruelty. It was diagnosis. In one sentence, he exposed an entire class: highly educated, politically fluent, morally theatrical, and terrified of inconvenience.

They know all of this.

And yet the silence sits there, fat and well-fed.

South Asian progressive organizations in the West have mastered the grammar of anti-fascism. Hindutva? Fluent. Trumpism? Naturally. Zionism? Increasingly. White supremacy? Of course. But when the Pakistani state persecutes the country’s most popular political leader and turns millions of mobilized citizens into suspect bodies, the language becomes suddenly delicate. We hear of “the establishment,” “polarization,” “civil-military tensions” — phrases designed by people describing arson without offending the arsonist.

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This is where Desis Rising Up and Moving (DRUM) must be named. DRUM has done serious work on immigrant justice, policing, racial capitalism, deportations, and state violence. Precisely for that reason, its silence on Pakistan is not a minor omission. It is a political failure. Many of its Pakistani members and supporters are enthusiastic Khan supporters, furious at US support for dictatorship and repression in Pakistan. They are not confused. They do not need a reading group to discover that a military-backed order crushing civilian political agency is a problem. Yet the leadership appears unwilling to say Khan’s name or confront US complicity.

This is not strategy. It is constituency management without courage.

The contrast with CAGE International is instructive. CAGE has understood what many Western Muslim and South Asian organizations still evade: the War on Terror was never only a Western project imposed on Muslim societies. It was also a regime project, eagerly implemented by Muslim states that sold their own people into surveillance, torture, rendition, disappearance, and imperial approval. CAGE names this collaboration when others find safer uses for their microphones. Its politics matters because it refuses the childish fiction that Islamophobia disappears when the torturer speaks Urdu, Arabic, Turkish, or Farsi.

Pakistani and South Asian organizations should have learned this from Aafia Siddiqui alone. Aafia is not only a story of American injustice. She is a permanent indictment of Pakistan’s security state and its obscene role in the ‘War on Terror.’ Her name should haunt every general, minister, liberal apologist, and respectable analyst who pretends Pakistan’s ruling elite guards Muslim dignity.

Now the same habits return around Imran Khan. The Pakistani intellectual class wants every struggle to be universal except the one that implicates its passports, families, invitations, and summer travel. It speaks of Kashmir, Palestine, caste, racism, Hindutva, Islamophobia, empire, and coloniality. Good. It should. But when Pakistan descends into coercive rule, when Khan is isolated, when supporters are crushed, when diaspora critics fear transnational repression, the moral weather suddenly changes. The sun of justice disappears behind a cloud called “it’s complicated.”

It is not complicated. It is costly. That is different.