Chapter 61 - Signs of Radicalisation

Priorities have changed, post the London bombings. Within my place of work, the focus has shifted from the worklessness of the black community, to the anger of young Muslims, a large group, including many racial groupings. Divisions within my place of work are more apparent to me now; not just divisions between colour, but faith too. 

The Hindu lady, who lambasted the young Muslim boy for the inactivity amongst the Muslim community, particularly in terms of engaging with their young, now heads a project that claims it will endeavour to engage with young Muslim people —the potential foot-soldiers. No doubt inclusive interaction with individuals, who may be influenced to act violently, is important. But I would be wary of assigning this particular lady to the task, in view of her prejudices. Secondly, there is a need to distinguish Islam from radicalisation; to understand that other factors, like poverty and isolation play a part. 

I have been continuously pious about making generalisations, for it is seen to be a sign of ignorance. Yet in a weak moment at work, I will call it a Jane Eyre moment, I expressed a dislike for America, claiming that American conglomerates are key instigators in damaging most of the world. The Hindu lady’s disapproval of my comment, conveyed that she suspected I was fodder for radicalisation. If a white person had made such a comment, what would her reaction be? I could hazard a guess.

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