An Amreekan Tale – Pakistani American Wajahat Ali’s Dreams and Nightmares

Ali’s new book Go Back to Where You Came From is about: America’s perversions, its fetish for white dominance, its violences, its booby traps and hypocrisies. The book doesn’t feel dreamlike in the way a David Lynch movie does, but dreams are a recurring theme—sweet childhood fantasies, real-life nightmares, symbolic visions.

By Anjali Khosla
Pakistani American Wajahat Ali shares his journey as a writer, cable commentator and growing up in a Pakistani immigrant family in his latest book. (Photo by nrkbeta, CC license)

Once upon a time in the late 20th century, below Fremont’s then-vineyard-draped Mission Hills, in a triangle-shaped house with a “big-ass eucalyptus tree in front,” there lived a little Pakistani American boy named Wajahat Ali—along with his parents, grandparents, and various relatives.

“We were the Desi Bunch and our squad had a deeper bench than the Bradys,” he writes in Go Back to Where You Came from: And Other Helpful Recommendations on How to Become American. The book covers the first decades of Ali’s life in California, the rise and fall of his parents’ American ambitions, and his journey both as a writer whose work appears in the New York Times, the Daily Beast (where he’s a columnist), and other publications and as a regular cable news commentator.

“If you saw where we lived [in Fremont],” he tells me over Zoom from the Virginia home he shares with his wife and children, “you’re like, ‘I want to move there immediately.’” And yet, Ali describes California as being “like a David Lynch movie.”

“Everything looks idyllic on the surface, but you dig just a little bit deeper and you see all the perversion.”

In many ways, that’s what much of Ali’s new book is about: America’s perversions, its fetish for white dominance, its violences, its booby traps and hypocrisies. Go Back doesn’t feel dreamlike in the way a David Lynch movie does, but dreams are a recurring theme—sweet childhood fantasies, real-life nightmares, symbolic visions.

The book is also a tongue-in-cheek guide to being an American (or Amreekan, as Ali’s parents would say) in a country where being American is predicated on being white. In a section of the book titled “How to Be a Model American,” Ali wryly advises his readers on some finer points: “Say you’re drinking chai tea and eating naan bread, otherwise known as tea tea and bread bread,” he writes. “Demand immediate racial reconciliation, but never the truth.”

The phrase “go back” gets hurled at the more melanated among us for pretty much any reason, or for no reason at all. Let’s not pretend that those who toss that phrase around aren’t aware that so many of us can lay claim to being “from here” as much as they can, despite their attempts to psychologically strip us of our citizenship. Ali’s hometown, for example—named after the genocidal California senator John C. Frémont—is one of the country’s most diverse cities, where today only 20 percent of its population identifies as white. And, as Ali jokes, he can’t afford to live in Fremont anymore.

Still, it was in Fremont where Ali’s family achieved, for a time, “the American dream”—an enviable house, a fancy car, a big-screen TV. Just like other American kids growing up in the 1980s, Wajahat—“Waja-the-Hut,” as he was known to childhood bullies—had his own private American dreams, too, unfulfilled as they were: dunking for the Golden State Warriors, yes, and marrying Winona Ryder after scoring a little blond girlfriend in elementary school.

I recognize the spirit of these adolescent dreams, born as I was in the exact same year as Ali on the other side of the country to parents (Indian, not Pakistani; unobservant Hindus rather than practicing Muslims) who also immigrated here after the 1965 Immigration and Nationality Act raised quotas imposed in 1924 that severely restricted Asian immigration. But as America witnessed, the pursuit of acceptance by white culture, or at least adjacency to it, became “a tragedy for so many people after 9/11, after the election of Donald Trump,” Ali reminds me.

For lots of us, many of Ali’s memories and insights about growing up South Asian in the United States are bound to be triggering but not revelatory. That doesn’t mean the stories aren’t worth telling—and, significantly, he doesn’t let his own community off the hook, pointing at the ways South Asian immigrants have perpetuated “model minority” myths and anti-Blackness.

Growing up with a degree of economic privilege, Ali tells me, shielded him “from the American nightmare that so many Americans constantly live.” It was the effect on his early adulthood of his parents’ legal battles and years of incarceration stemming from an FBI anti-piracy investigation called Operation Cyberstorm that opened his eyes all the way. “Once you live through it and your credit’s shut and your parents are in jail and you’re friggin’ bankrupt and you work harder than everyone else and you still can’t get ahead, you realize, ‘Ah, this is the America for so many other Americans.’”

Despite this, Ali argues against hopelessness and cynicism. I flirt with both. It’s not that Ali is some kind of Pollyanna. He’s blunt about white supremacy. He’s critical of how the word moderate offers cover for racism—and the double standard as it has been applied post-9/11. “As a Muslim who’s been asked to condemn violent extremism,” he tells me, “I would love these white moderates to condemn violent extremism.”

Go Back isn’t just about surviving—it’s also about thriving. In many ways, Ali is living his own American dream: a wife and children, a successful career, a new book. But not everyone successfully scrambles up the broken ladders. Blatant, mainstreamed, fascist white supremacy, often violent and armed, permeates our institutions and communities. Hate crimes against Asian people are through the roof. America’s racist history is being aggressively censored in schools. The voting rights of great swaths of citizens continue to be stymied.

When it’s all too much, Ali reminds readers of the valiant defiance of people of color by simply breathing and living. In a society where “people are trying to make you hate yourself,” he tells me, “simply existing with a smile and walking out of the door with your head held high is an act of resistance.”

Ali finds hope in many places, from his faith to his family. He points to the fact that even people on Twitter who abhor his politics offered to donate parts of their liver to his young daughter when she battled Stage 4 cancer. (Happily, she got the transplant she needed to live.) He points to historical American progress and to young people in this country, whose passion for social justice gives me something to cling to.

And yet, I didn’t feel more hopeful at the end of this book, large-hearted though it is. It’s not that I have given up! I, too, continue to exist, to breathe, to try to keep my head up and work toward the kind of world I want to live in, even as others actively work against it. Ali wants me to be hopeful as well, but he doesn’t offer me enough new reasons to feel that way. I’m not utterly hopeless, but I’m not sure, right now, that many new reasons for hope exist.

This article first appeared in Alta. Click here to go to the original.

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Wajahat Ali in conversation with James Fallows at the Chautauqua Institution

Wajahat Ali is a Daily Beast columnist, public speaker, recovering attorney, and tired dad of three cute kids. He is currently working on his first book Go Back To Where You Came From: And, Other Helpful Recommendations on Becoming American which will be published in January 2022 by Norton. He believes in sharing stories that are by us, for everyone: universal narratives told through a culturally specific lens to entertain, educate and bridge the global divides.

He also enjoys writing about himself in the third person. He frequently appears on television and podcasts for his brilliant, incisive, and witty political commentary. Born in the Bay Area, California to Pakistani immigrant parents, Ali went to school wearing Husky pants and knowing only three words of English. He graduated from UC Berkeley with an English major and became a licensed attorney. He knows what it feels like to be the token minority in the classroom and the darkest person in a boardroom. Like Spiderman, he’s often had the power and responsibility of being the cultural ambassador of an entire group of people, those who are often marginalized, silenced, or reduced to stereotypes. His essays, interviews, and reporting have appeared in The New York Times, The Atlantic, The Washington Post, The Guardian, and New York Review of Books. Ali has spoken at many organizations, from Google to Walmart-Jet to Princeton University to the United Nations to the Chandni Indian-Pakistani Restaurant in Newark, California, and his living room in front of his three kids.


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