Netflix’s ‘Mo’ explores life as a Palestinian refugee living in America


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Caspar Gajewski

“We carry on,” proclaims Yusra Najjar to her son, the eponymous “Mo” in Netflix’s new episodic dramedy. The line, which lands near the beginning of the season’s eighth and final episode, would be hackneyed, were it not for what follows.

“That’s what we do, us Palestinians. We carry on,” concludes Yusra, capping an extraordinary monologue that answers the show’s core dilemma: how to live as a people that are erased.

“Mo,” co-written by comics Mohammed Amer and Ramy Yousseff. Yousseff is the titular star of Hulu’s “Ramy,” which follows a jovial, hilarious, undocumented Palestinian-American Muslim living in the Alief neighborhood of Houston. The show follows as he navigates life and outside-of-the-faith love in the penumbra of a 22-year-old asylum request.

The two shows tell semi-autobiographical tales about young, millennial men trying to live in the hyphenated space between Muslim and American. Unlike “Ramy,” which was met with controversy, “Mo” is an enjoyable watch,  even when it fails.

The series begins more than two decades after Mo, his mother, sister and brother fled Saddam Hussein’s 1990 invasion of Kuwait.

In the show Palestine doesn’t exist, as far as the United States is concerned. Its people do, its authority does, but they and it reside in territories, not a country. These facts burden the show with the unfair expectations of representation, but they hardly hamper it. As Arwa Mahdawi, who is of Palestinian heritage, wrote in The Guardian “It’s a groundbreaking piece of television.”

In the first episode’s opening minutes Mo loses his job at a mobile phone shop because of an impending ICE raid.

“My asylum case is coming up soon,” Mo says to his boss in protest.

“How long have you been waiting? Twenty years?”

“Twenty-two, actually. Twenty-two years,” Mo intones.

The scene complicates the idea of a refugee and the people who are identified as one. He and his family may have fled war, yes, but now they are forced to flee the government they went to for protection. Applying for asylum from whom, a spectator might wonder.

Beyond the heartbreaking, bureaucratic absurdity of his long wait, the other striking element of this scene is that it takes place in three languages: Arabic, English and Spanish. And, that, believe it or not, is its least interesting quality of the entire show.

The eponymous Mo is fearless, loping with good humor through Houston’s scrubland of gas stations and strip malls, hanging out in hookah bars, sitting in his mom’s kitchen, fleeing amputee drug kingpins or cantankerous cartel members.

All of these scenes make a huge impact on the viewer because of Solvan “Slick” Naim, an Algerian-American rapper, actor, writer and the show’s only director. His style is subtle, combining a mixture of grainy earth tones and wide screen shots that evince the early days of television, as if to say “these characters are as American as any others.”

Precarity is a strong presence throughout the show. After he loses his job, Mo flits between hawking high-end knock-off Yeezys, which possess orthopedic qualities DJing at Dreams, a seedy strip club frequented by disinterested ICE agents; and, picking olives. This side hustle holds so much significance because the olive oil Mo’s mother makes, and which he carries around everywhere, comes to symbolize loss, resilience and the variegated meaning of the words ‘home’ and ‘land.’

This hustling sends the titular character careening across Houston, eye-catching with its desert yellows and reds and oranges, but also with its silly subplots that betray Amer’s anxiety about the show’s political preoccupations devolving into what he has called “trauma-porn.”

Mo’s season-long dependence on lean, a mix of codeine and syrup, turns into his girlfriend, who is played by Teresa Ruiz, Maria’s newest addiction. The fact that the addiction is never fully interrogated is disappointing, but it doesn’t undercut the show’s power. Some traumas take time to surface, just as the skills to communicate them do.

If the show has a problem, it’s that it fears its own sensibilities. But, if this season is any indication, these missteps are not an indictment of talent but of time. Amer and Yousseff just haven’t been writing television for that long.

Before Yusra gives her speech, she announces to Mo that the family is starting an olive oil business. They’re naming it 1947, to honor the year before the Nakba, or catastrophe, when 700,000 Palestinians were displaced from their lands.

Mo knows better than anyone that you can’t always go backward, but like his mother, he also plans to push forward and beyond. Here’s to hoping he has more seasons to explain where he’s going.