"Ich lebe und atme Rock'n'Roll und könnte nicht muslimischer aussehen"
Ismael El Iraki ist Muslim und leidenschaftlicher Rock'n'Roll-Fan. Mit einigen anderen muslimischen Freunden war er beim Pariser Konzert der Eagles Of Death Metal, als das Unfassbare geschah und Terroristen das Feuer eröffneten und 89 unschuldige Menschen umbrachten.
Der bekennende Waffen- und Trump-Anhänger Hughes beschuldigte später die Betreiber des Bataclans, dass bereits vor dem Konzert Araber im Saal gewesen seien, er habe sie mit eigenen Augen gesehen. Die Türsteher hätten also beim Anschlag geholfen und hätten andere anwesende Muslime vorgewarnt.
Der Araber El Iraki antwortet auf dieses unglaublich dumme Statement mit einem offenen Brief und erklärt Hughes, dass auch Muslime Rockfans sein können und einige seiner muslimischen Freunde beim Anschlag gestorben sind. Er könne es nicht mit ansehen, wie sich ein Idol mit rassistischen Aussagen zum Unterstützer einer gefährlichen Bewegung mache.
Und er erzählt die Geschichte vom wahren Helden der Terror-Nacht von Paris, der unter Einsatz seines Lebens Hunderten Menschen zur Flucht verhalf. Ein Araber namens Didi.
I love your music, your concerts mostly (such fun, wild shows) and man, I never thought that you would become one of those spreaders of fear. Fox News, Trump, all those guys. You always felt like a maverick, a rebel: we now know that you are not.You now proved your stupidity to be fucking dangerous.
Your comments reopened a nasty wound. So you say the security crew was in on it and was warning every Arab they saw. See, as you can see on this picture some guy took at the scene a few minute before your show began, I happen to be an Arab and to look very much like one. I got a big black curly beard and the skin tone to match it. I also happen to live and breathe rock n’ roll. It is, my wife’s love aside, the single most important thing in my life. So of course, that warm November night, I was among the crowd at the Bataclan. Wasn’t gonna miss an Eagles of Death Metal concert, and it was only the first of eight rock shows I had lined up that week.
As I said I live and breathe rock ‘n’ roll, and I could not look more Muslim if I tried. But apparently, the big bad Muslim conspiracy missed me. Damn, they forgot to warn me. They also forgot to warn Djamila, and all the other Arabs who got shot and killed that very night. They forgot to warn my fellow Moroccan Amin, who was shot that very night. Apparently, a few weeks later, the also forgot to warn Leila, another fellow Moroccan, who got killed in the Ouagadougou attack. Silly international Muslim conspiracy. They really cannot do any job well.
What pains me most is that you do not even realize that a huge number of us who managed to get out alive of this horrible ordeal owe our lives to a Muslim guy. His name is Didi and he opened the left front door most of us got out of. This guy did something that neither you, me, or anyone else I ever met would ever have done.
You know what he did, this Arab guy, this Muslim? He opened the left front door, let a shitload of people out, and then, while he was safe and sound in the street outside, HE WENT BACK IN. He turned back, and headed back in to save more people. He opened the upstairs exit and let a number of people out through there. That guy, as I said, was nothing like you. Or me.
He was a fucking hero. An unarmed, red-blooded, real-life fucking hero that you just insulted with your racist, hateful comments.
You say Islam is the problem. I say: “All you fucking bigots and your fairytale shit stories are the problem. Racism and refusal to recognize one another as complex (more complex than ethnicity or race can explain) human beings is the problem. Reducing others to what you think you know is the problem.”
Rock ‘n’ roll is love, man. LOVE. Look at yourself: you have become a spreader of hate, brother. Try to be more in life like the persona we all love when you are on stage. Try to spread the love. The real love, the kind that sees right through people’s beards and skin colors and religious shit and garments, the kind that can unite not only a concert crowd but hopefully a nation, a whole world. I hope you can realize how wrong that shit you spread is, hope you can see all the wrong that you are doing. “There’s still time to change the road you’re on”, brother. Zeppelin’s words.
Just come back to the real spirit of rock ‘n’ roll, which is that a good rock show should make you wanna fuck or fight. Not rally a nasty conservative politician.
Ismael El Iraki