I cannot forget that Monday evening at a rally in Pleasant, South Carolina, on Dec. 7, 2015, when then-presidential candidate Donald Trump stood before his cheering supporters. Reading from a scripted statement, he called for “a total and complete shutdown of Muslims entering the United States until our country’s representatives can figure out what is going on.”
Sixty three million Americans voted for the candidate who wanted to bar me, and people with names and faces like mine, from entering the United States.
The “Muslim ban” was born.
I happened to be on a visit to the U.K. at the time, filming a show for Al Jazeera English at the Oxford Union when the news alert popped up on my iPhone. For a moment, I froze. A “complete shutdown of Muslims entering the United States” — would I be able to get back into America, back to my wife and kids? Would my green card still work at U.S. passport control?
Then I laughed out loud. What was I worried about? Trump was a reality TV star. A carnival barker. A bigot with a bullhorn. He has no power to set U.S. immigration policy, I thought to myself, and he never will.
For the rest of the night, my colleagues and I joked about the depths to which the former host of “The Apprentice” was willing to sink in order to try and stay relevant in a crowded field of Republican presidential candidates. How could anyone suggest banning nearly a quarter of humanity from entering the United States? It was nonsense on stilts.
I even posted a mocking tweet upon my arrival at Dulles Airport in Washington, D.C., the next day.
Hey @realDonaldTrump, I’m back baby! #muslimban 🙂 pic.twitter.com/iNKyl8AvxE
— Mehdi Hasan (@mehdirhasan) December 9, 2015
The rest, as they say, is history.
Within a year, Trump had vanquished 16 GOP rivals, defeated Hillary Clinton in the general election, and been elected the 45th president of the United States. Sixty three million Americans voted for the candidate who wanted to bar me, and people with names and faces like mine, from entering the United States.
Within a week of his inauguration, Trump had signed Executive Order 13679, banning entry to foreign nationals from seven predominantly Muslim countries, including refugees from war-torn Syria.
How could anyone suggest banning nearly a quarter of humanity from entering the United States? It was nonsense on stilts.
Within six months, and after multiple lower court challenges to the first two versions of Trump’s travel ban, the Supreme Court had signed off on a third iteration of it. “Wow,” exclaimed a jubilant Trump on Twitter. On June 28, 2018, in a 5-4 opinion written by Chief Justice John Roberts, the court decided that Trump’s ban fell “squarely” within the president’s authority, rejecting arguments that the ban was motivated by anti-Muslim animus.
“The [order] is expressly premised on legitimate purposes: preventing entry of nationals who cannot be adequately vetted and inducing other nations to improve their practices,” Roberts wrote. “The text says nothing about religion.”
My heart sank that morning. This was far from the bigoted bad joke it had seemed more than 18 months earlier at the Oxford Union. This was our new Islamophobic reality, promulgated by a president who had claimed “Islam hates us,” and signed and sealed by the highest court in the land.
It was left to Justice Sonia Sotomayor to offer a clear-eyed dissent. “Based on the evidence in the record, a reasonable observer would conclude that the [Trump executive order] was motivated by anti-Muslim animus,” she wrote. “The majority holds otherwise by ignoring the facts, misconstruing our legal precedent, and turning a blind eye to the pain and suffering the proclamation inflicts upon countless families and individuals, many of whom are United States citizens.”








