A few years ago, in an interview on national breakfast TV that was supposed to be on literature, I was asked a question about feminism in Saudi Arabia, a country to which I have no personal connection or cultural ties. Even if I were the appropriate person to ask, even if I were able to give a nuanced response, one that deferred to Saudi women at the forefront of these conversations—it would not matter. A nuanced answer was not what they were looking for: they didn’t want an answer at all. They were not interested in hearing from an Arab Muslim woman (so don’t mistake them for intersectional feminists): they were framing and controlling the discourse, reinforcing the established narrative and their role as white saviour.
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