Throughout the novel, Rushdie examines the insidious effects of racial prejudice and xenophobia, revealing how deeply ingrained biases shape the experiences of characters who face discrimination in a society that views them as outsiders. The novel exposes the harsh realities of racism and the dehumanizing impact of xenophobic attitudes on those whom English society perceives as different due to their ethnicity or cultural background. Saladin Chamcha’s experiences in England illustrate the destructive power of racial prejudice. Despite his efforts to assimilate into British society, Saladin finds himself subjected to overt and systemic racism. After surviving the plane crash, Saladin is not only transformed into a devil-like figure but also treated as one by the authorities. His transformation into a literal monster serves as a metaphor for how society demonizes immigrants and people of color. The police, embodying institutional racism, brutalize Saladin without hesitation, reinforcing the notion that those who are racially or culturally different from the ruling or mainstream culture are inherently suspect. This dehumanization reflects the broader societal view that non-white individuals are inferior, a view that justifies their mistreatment in the eyes of the police.
Another important moment in the novel that comments on race is the trial of Dr. Uhuru Simba, a Black activist who is framed for the “Granny Ripper” murders. For the minorities in the community, the trial is less about determining the truth and more about reinforcing societal fears and stereotypes about Black men. Simba’s African heritage is used against him, as the prosecution and public opinion paint him as an embodiment of the dangerous and uncivilized other. Ultimately, the police are unable to convict Simba because they lack the proper evidence, but he suspiciously dies while under their care. Simba’s death results in civil unrest, which the media tries to paint as more insidious than it really is. Together, the media and the police force conspiracy to victimize minorities in their communities. Then, just to rub salt in the wound, they point the finger at those same people, suggesting they are to blame for their ongoing plight. Although the novel often admires the multicultural atmosphere of London, it simultaneously exposes the ugliness that lies just beneath the surface. Ultimately, the novel calls for a more just and compassionate understanding of those who are too often marginalized because of their race and immigrant status.
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Racial Prejudice and Xenophobia Quotes in The Satanic Verses
“Gibreel,” said Saladin Chamcha, “help.”
But Gibreel’s eye had been caught by Rosa Diamond. He looked at her, and could not look away. Then he nodded, and went back upstairs. No attempt was made to stop him.
When Chamcha reached the Black Maria, he saw the traitor, Gibreel Farishta, looking down at him from the little balcony outside Rosa’s bedroom, and there wasn’t any light shining around the bastard’s head.
Sufyan, taking his cue from his younger daughter, went up to where Chamcha, huddled in his blanket, was drinking enormous quantities of Hind’s unrivalled chicken yakhni, squatted down, and placed an arm around the still-shivering unfortunate. “Best place for you is here,” he said, speaking as if to a simpleton or small child. “Where else would you go to heal your disfigurements and recover your normal health? Where else but here, with us, among your own people, your own kind?”
Only when Saladin Chamcha was alone in the attic room at the very end of his strength did he answer Sufyan’s rhetorical question. “I’m not your kind,” he said distinctly into the night. “You’re not my people. I’ve spent half my life trying to get away from you.”
Chamcha recommended caution. Recalling Mishal Sufyan’s loathing for Simba, he said: “The fellow has—has he not?—a record of violence towards women . . .” Jumpy turned his palms outward. “In his personal life,” he owned, “the guy’s frankly a piece of shit. But that doesn’t mean he disembowels senior citizens; you don’t have to be an angel to be innocent. Unless, of course, you’re black.” Chamcha let this pass. “The point is, this isn’t personal, it’s political,” Jumpy emphasized, adding, as he got up to leave, “Um, there’s a public meeting about it tomorrow. Pamela and I have to go; please, I mean if you’d like, if you’d be interested, that is, come along if you want.”