On September 16, another shoe dropped. A Swiss woman (and a Muslim), not one of his former students, had accused Ramadan in April of rape and assault. After five months of investigation, a Geneva prosecutor considered the complaint to be sufficiently serious to open another, criminal, investigation against Ramadan in early September, the Tribune de Genève newspaper revealed. The Geneva Attorney General's Office has now upheld the charges of rape and sexual coercion.
This must have filled Ramadan's supporters with despair. After the debacle with "Marie," who was judged to not be sufficiently credible an accuser, they had triumphantly predicted that the other charges would be exposed as part of an islamophobic frame-up, and their hero would soon be freed. But not only have the previous charges by Henda Ayari and "Christelle" in France continued to stand up against attack by Ramadan's lawyers, but the Swiss woman's claims were also upheld by the Attorney General of Geneva.
On October 22, after having denied for months any sexual contact with either Henda Ayari or "Christelle," Tariq Ramadan finally admitted that he had been lying, that he had had sexual relations with both women, but — he claimed — it had all been "consensual." The final report of the French judges has yet to be released; we shall find out if they found believable his claim that all that violence — the beatings, the humiliating sexual acts each was forced to perform, his grabbing them by the throat and choking them nearly to death, his urinating on "Christine" — was consensual.
Everyone knows that there are still other accusers out there, including an American citizen living in Kuwait who has yet to come forward. Ramadan's French accusers, and their families, have been physically threatened. Not everyone is willing to risk what his many followers might do. But some others may still come forward if they believe it is safe to do so.
Finally, as I noted in several articles posted months ago, perhaps the most damning of all the charges against Ramadan are the accusations by four Swiss women that when they were his underage students in high school, Ramadan was guilty of "serious sexual assault." We were then waiting for that investigation to be completed — the wheels of justice grind exceeding slow — and now, apparently, it has been.
But let's end on a different, more forgiving note. Perhaps we haven't done Tariq Ramadan justice. Let's look at all these accusations from his point of view. For he may have his little faults; he's never claimed to be a saint. Tariq Ramadan, remember, is no ordinary man. He has been called "Europe's greatest Muslim scholar," "Europe's foremost Muslim intellectual," "the great Muslim thinker," "this prominent theologian," "this eminent Oxford professor," "one of the world's leading Islamic thinkers," this "profound scholar," this "great reformer of Islam," this "towering intellect." Let him be given the respect he deserves, as a Great Man, capable of Deep Thoughts. Consider only these:
It is thoughts like these that have earned Tariq Ramadan respect and admiration throughout the world. A few private peccadillos, of which he is accused by a handful of resentful and malicious women, each of whom clearly wanted hm for herself alone, and all of whom have undoubtedly been manipulated by CIA and Mossad operatives, cannot be allowed to sully the reputation of Tariq Ramadan, a "towering intellect" who is "one of the Islamic world's leading thinkers."
We must learn that our encounters like our separations are acts of initiation:we can love what is and, in the end, know only hurt and suffering.
Near to you or without you. Why do we love? Why do we break apart? Why, indeed?
To judge is to love. Suspending one's judgement is a better way of loving …and to love, in spite of judgement, is truly to love.
Listen without passing judgement, or rather judge there is nothing on which to pass judgement.To judge is human,& to judge is to love.
A character trait, a smile, an expression, a feeling, a wound, a silence or an absence:everything speaks to those who know how to listen.
It is up to every one of us to discover the extraordinary that lies hidden in the heart of the all too ordinary presences in our daily lives.
Absence. Meaning. Life is flying, people are leaving. The heart is crying, the heart is smiling. Oh God, to learn to thank. Simply to thank !
Life is beautiful, life is sad. This life is not Life. To live is to love.
To tell the people we love we love them, and to truly love them. With courage in the heart, tears in the eyes.