Where is the Bride?

By Laurie King-Irani, The Electronic Intafada. Posted January 10, 2005.

Turned out in his best formal suit, a neatly folded kuffiya carefully draped over his shoulders, Mahmoud Abbas smiles with confidence and anticipation as he is carried aloft by celebrants and supporters on this festive day. Just looking at him, you can tell he probably even smells nice, anointed with the fragrance of victory. The elections were a foregone conclusion, the polling a compulsory ritual, to legitimate what everyone already knew: Abbas was the one and only.

The hubbub of voters attending this successful rite of passage yesterday was reminiscent of a Palestinian wedding. Abbas, though nearing 70, is a presentable groom: calm, handsome, closely shaved. He has never appeared in public in military fatigues while carrying a gun. He understands his role and plays it respectably; he's level-headed, calculating, and realistic.

Abbas is not an idealist, nor is he given to passions. His business-like demeanor spells "dependability," and clearly pleases the Israeli and U.S. governments. But they are not the bride, nor even the parents of the bride. So just who is being courted and betrothed here? Where, indeed, is the bride?

If this election is like a wedding, it is a surreal, even pantomime, marriage, a show presented partly for distraction, but mostly to suit other interests and desires that do not coincide with the usual reasons – and requirements – of either elections or nuptials. Yesterday's polls were heavy on symbolism, hope and hype, and rather light on emotions as well as the crucial structures and processes of governance and the sorts of powers one would expect a president to wield. But on this festive day, such doubts were brushed aside so that all could admire the handsome and suitable groom while placing unrealistic hopes on his shoulders.

Yesterday's elections did not choose a president so much as they formalized a rite of passage in the upper ranks of Fatah, passing the mantle of leadership of the Palestinian Authority (not the Palestinian people) from the late Yasser Arafat to Mahmoud Abbas, a.k.a., Abu Mazen.

The poll, this stilted, shotgun wedding, had a strange energy – drained, anemic, and hesitant. No one seemed genuinely enthusiastic. The bride was not there, after all, but big issues and concerns were also missing. Universal human rights and international humanitarian law were not honored guests at this celebration. Inviting them might have elicited passions. Had that happened, Abu Mazen might have lost his title of "moderate candidate."

This description implies that the contender in yesterday's elections, Dr. Mustafa Barghouti, was some sort of dangerous radical or an advocate of violence. He is neither. Rather, Barghouti is a medical doctor and a respected human rights activist who is highly regarded as an earnest, decent, hard-working man of integrity, someone who'd like to change the status quo, discuss the rudiments of a just society, widen political participation, and in general shake things up constructively. But idealistic men possessing more convictions than pragmatism are rarely considered good marriage prospects, as anyone who has listened to Lebanese composer Ziad Rahbani's wry song about his engagement to a Beiruti woman from a respectable family knows. Responding to his future father-in-law's question, "Where's your capital?" he declares "hubbii ra's maalii" "My love is my capital."

Laurie King-Irani is a co-founder of Electronic Intifada. She has conducted anthropological field research on local politics and family structures in Nazareth and Beirut.

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