Stop catering to Rage Boy

Christopher Hitchens is tired of everyone showing such deference to Islamicist protestors of rage.

I have actually seen some of these demonstrations, most recently in Islamabad, and all I would do if I were a news editor is ask my camera team to take several steps back from the shot. We could then see a few dozen gesticulating men (very few women for some reason), their mustaches writhing as they scatter lighter fluid on a book or a flag or a hastily made effigy. Around them, a two-deep encirclement of camera crews. When the lights are turned off, the little gang disperses. And you may have noticed that the camera is always steady and in close-up on the flames, which it wouldn't be if there was a big, surging mob involved.

Of course, this is not to say that there isn't a lot of generalized self-pity and self-righteousness (as well as a lot of self-hatred) in the Muslim world. A minister in Pakistan's government—the son of revolting late dictator Muhammad Zia-ul-Haq, as it happens—appeared to say that Rushdie's knighthood would justify suicide bombing. But our media regularly make the assumption that the book burners and fanatics really do represent the majority, and that assumption has by no means been tested. (If it is ever tested, and it turns out to be true, then can we hear a bit less about how one of the world's largest religions mustn't be confused with its lunatic fringe?)

Hitchens links to Snapped Shot, a blog devoted to exposing photojournalism, that has catalogued all the appearances of a Kashmir man nicknamed "Rage Boy" for all his appearances whenever there seems to be a need for a protest against the world's supposed depredations against Muslim dignity. Hitchens is so right - these protestors are posturing for western cameras. We need to stop giving them this platform and treating their manufactured rage over stories like Salman Rushdie being knighted as some legitimate expression of opinion.

Rage Boy keenly looks forward to anger, while we worriedly anticipate trouble, and fret about etiquette, and prepare the next retreat. If taken to its logical conclusion, this would mean living at the pleasure of Rage Boy, and that I am not prepared to do.