Just a perception- the sense of victimization is often higher among Muslims who were born and raised in the West than among their immigrant parents who actually had more reason to complain.
That is, if a Pakistani named Pervez moved to London in 1970, barely speaking English, he probably endured some genuinely racist name-calling and disrespect. But hey, he was HAPPY to be in England, where he had a chance to make a decent living and move up in the world. He worked several jobs, made a little money, opened a fish & chips shop, and became a success. When his son Salman was born in 1980, Pervez undoubtedly thought Salman would do even better. Salman grew up in a nice house, went to good schools, got a degree at a good college.
Similarly, when Ahmad moved from Egypt to New Jersey in 1970, he heard racist slurs (“towelhead,” “camel jockey!”), but he was happy to be in America, where he’d have a chance to make something of himself. He worked hard, made a little money, and opened a thriving chain of dry cleaners. When his son Ali was born in 1980, Ahmad figured Ali would have the best of everything. Ali had a nice house, went to nice schools, got a degree at a good college.
Pervez and Ahmad were Muslims, of course, but only tepidly religious. They didn’t go to the mosque very often, were lax about daily prayers, didn’t keep halal fastidiously, and they didn’t raise their kids to be particularly religious, either.
By any measurable standard, the immigrant Dads WERE more oppressed, more insulted, more victimized than their sons. But you know what? Their sons, who had far less to complain about, feel and resent their own small experiences with racism a lot more than their Dads did.
Their Dads didn’t expect Utopia in the West. They just expected life to be better than it had been at home. and it WAS! So, why weep? Sure, we’re outsiders now, but our kids will be as English/American as all the other kids.
But maybe it WASN’T that smooth. Maybe Salman sees that, despite his good looks and good grades, the cute blonde infidel girls won’t go out with him. Maybe Ali finds out that, despite his wholesome All-American demeanor, classmates still regard him as a foreigner.
And that makes them MAD, in a way that overt racism didn’t make their fathers mad.
To steal a line from Chariots of Fire, young Muslims born in the West may feel as if, “They lead me to water, but they won’t let me drink.” Relatively small slights feel a LOT bigger to them than greater ones their parents endured.