An Answer To A Question About Robert Malley

A few years ago I posted something about Robert Malley and his father Simon Malley. I ended by asking a question of Robert Malley: had he, I wondered, sufficiently examined and pondered the nature of Islam so as to be able to do what his father could not do, get outside all the colonialist and colonialist and imerialist and Frantz Fanon and Paul Nizan and Francois Maspero kind of crap, once centered at a bookstore, near a couscousserie, on or near the rue de la Harpe, might he, just possibly, have begun to see the war on Israel not as a “struggle of national liberation” of the invented-yesterday “Palestinian people,” but as a classic Jihad against the Jewish state, the existence of which makes Muslims sick, a permanent affront to the natural and just Muslim order of things. 

Might he, that is, since he’s not a dope, come — reluctantly, unwillingly, quietly–  to his senses about Islam, and perhaps even started to grasp the nature of the latest war against the Jews?

I asked this hopefully.

I think I can now answer my question.

No.