My Name is Kahn
“…And I am not a terrorist.”
It’s amazing in the way that hate can shape the world and the way we perceive it, or the way that we think of others. Something as simple as a name, or a different book of rules, or the color of your skin is enough to have entire countries hating you, not even a specific “you”, but the very idea of something’s existence.
The film was a labor of love, as was the story it was based upon. It told of triumph in dark times, of love and devotion and loss. It wove a wonderful web that was fantastic to follow, to see all the pieces it connected to at the end of the film. It was honestly a joy to watch, and I was genuinely looking forward to continuing it after we left for lunch on Tuesday. There were a few mentions of some cheesiness, but I didn’t find it cheesy in the slightest.
However, for all the overcoming the movie was about, I also felt that it was a great deal about hatred.
The first example was small; an unfortunate cultural circumstance that, though disheartening, was understandable to a certain extent. Zamir’s unwillingness to approve of the wedding between Khan and Mandira, because Mandira was Hindu and they were Muslim, the basis of their hatred a long war that neither of them were directly connected with. But Khan’s mother taught him equality regardless of these things, and so Khan was unbothered.
The next case was an angry little boy, who had just lost his father to war. He lashed out against his best friend, because he viewed his friend as a source, a reason for his father dying, and this tiny little hate turned into something bigger and fiercer, until the boy was essentially responsible for getting his best friend killed.
There were also hate crimes, things committed against people just because they looked like they could be Muslim; murders and cruel acts of violence.
And then there was the murder attempt made on Khan’s life. All of these acts were driven by hatred, and though the movie was inspiring I felt this was also a connecting theme. For all the good that occurred it was fueled by tragedy, and while I’m glad it had a good ending where Mandira and Khan could be happy together again, it’s very sad how long and what it took them to get there again after Sam’s loss.