After the suicide bombings in Sri Lanka I re-read Salman Rushdie’s “Joseph Anton: A Memoir.” It is partly an autobiographical account of Rushdie’s life under the fatwa issued by Ayatollah Khomeinei, and partly an exploration of extremism.

He makes the point that murderous fundamentalism starts small, with a single event.  Then, before anyone understands the danger, it grows and gathers into a movement with vast reach.

Rushdie evokes a scene from Alfred Hitchcock's movie “The Birds”.

“ … The children in the classroom in Bodega Bay, California, sing a sad nonsense song. ... Ristle-te, rustle-te, mo, mo, mo. A single blackbird flies down from the sky and settle on the climbing frame in the playground … [then] There are four blackbirds on the climbing frame, then a fifth arrives … now there are hundreds of blackbirds on the climbing frame and thousands more birds fill the sky, like a plague of Egypt …

In the years to come he will dream about this scene, understanding, that his story is a sort of prologue. … When it begins it’s just about him; it’s individual, particular, specific. Nobody feels inclined to draw any conclusions from it. It will be a dozen years and more before the story grows until it fills the sky, like the Archangel Gabriel standing upon the horizon, like a pair of planes flying into tall buildings …” 

Or like nine young men on Easter Sunday setting out with explosives in their backpacks to commit mass murder.

Extremism is appealing because it’s easy. There are no subtleties. Life’s contradictions are erased by hard and fast rules.

The roots of the Islamic extremism spread by ISIS lie in the 13th century, when a jurist named Sheikh Ibn Taymiyya broke the enemies of Islam into four groups:

As I recall, Rushdie once told a BBC interviewer that those who had issued the fatwa against him had no sense of humor. It’s an astute observation. Humor requires irreverence, and fundamentalists have none, so dourly convinced are they of their monopoly on the truth and the infallibility of their rules.

Pity us poor Iranians, condemned to live in a country where humorless extremism is the very foundation of the state. Our blackbirds began to fill the sky in the late 1970s. Now it is too late.

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