values? It’s the crown prince of Saudi Ara-
bia. What do you think he does to people
who question his power?”
Both his sister and his wife asked
him to take a step back, to make sure he
truly understood what he was about to
do. They worried he was being stubborn
and selsh and “it was beyond just get-
ting the episode pulled.” Did he really
want to live with the consequences of
this? Did he want to ever make hajj in his
life? His comedian friends, for whom
there’s no such thing as a sacred cow,
took the opposite position.
“They’re like, ‘But you’re saying the
truth, man.’ But I’m like, ‘Yeah, man,
but I’m also trying to live to see these
retweets.’ ” In the end, the compulsion
to speak up, to “go for it,” won out.
“Comedians have this platform. Espe-
cially right now and especially the plat-
form I have. You can be a provocateur.
You can say crazy shit for crazy shit’s sake.
Or you can aim that towards something.”
M
inhaj’s immediate commu-
nity has been a mix of support
and, unwittingly, part of the
problem. He was never up for Jon Stew-
art’s gig, but several comedian friends,
under the guise of “genuine leveling,”
oered up their opinion, unprompted,
that he would never get it.
“They were like, ‘They couldn’t give
it to you, man. Just imagine saying The
Daily Show With Hasan Minhaj. How is
Doritos gonna put ads up against that?’ ”
This, in particular, stung. There’s a
lot in a name, especially for Minhaj, who
grew up around enough Chads and Codys
that they remain his go-to dude names for
a joke. When he appeared on Ellen earlier
this year, he tried to get her to nail the
pronunciation (she never
quite did). He argued that
if America can get “Bene-
dict Cumberbatch” and
“Timothée Chalamet”
right, they can handle Hasan Minhaj.
What America heard was charming repar-
tee between host and guest, but Minhaj’s
father, who was in the audience along
with his mother, heard something else.
“I got a big lecture in the car afterwards
on ‘Why do you do this stu? Why do you
make a scene?’ But this is the assimilation
argument, that we should just be grateful
to be at the party at all,” he says. “I know
it’s Ellen and I know this is a big deal—but
can we do it on our terms?”
There’s “our” terms and then there’s
Hasan Minhaj’s terms. He asks me, ear-
nestly, if I think you have to be “fucked
up” to be funny. This is a long-standing
debate he’s had with other comedians. I
ask him to dene fucked up.
“Any of it. Comedians like Rock and
Louis talk about it, but I’m like: Is this the
cost of doing comedy? I don’t want this.”
I tell him I can’t speak to comedians,
but I can speak to writers. I know that peo-
ple glorify David Foster Wallace, or leave
nips of whiskey on Hemingway’s grave
even though Hemingway never wrote
drunk. Even our most revered depressives
and hedonists inished their thoughts
before they succumbed to them. Or else
we never would have heard of them.
“That’s true,” he says, seeming uncon-
vinced.
“What did you get on your AP exams?”
“You know?” he asks, his face brighten-
ing. “I don’t remember. I actually don’t
remember. That’s probably a good sign.”
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