The price of conscience
By Iftekhar Sayeed
Online
Journal Contributing Writer
Dec 19, 2006, 00:36
"The real problem in Bangladesh politics,"
observes Rehman Sobhan, one of our leading intellectuals and chairman of the
Centre for Policy Dialogue, ' a civil society think tank', and of the Board of
Grameen Bank, a world-renowned NGO and this years’ co-winner of the Nobel Peace
Prize with its founder, Mohammed Yunus, "lies in the fact that every party
harbours mastaans [Bengali for thugs, goons] because they play an integral part
in the election system and in securing a support base in particular
areas." Does Mr. Sobhan express outrage with this state of affairs? Far
from it.
"Thus each party," he goes on, "feels a need
for their mastaans and will be reluctant to abandon them for potential but
indeterminate gains in public esteem unless their opponents are willing to do
likewise. Thus, invocations to political
leaders to abandon such proven political resources are an unreal expectation,
however important this be in the agenda of governance reform. (Rehman
Sobhan, Structural
Dimensions of Malgovernance in Bangladesh [emphasis added]."
Since we are ruled from Washington, and our democracy is a
kind of make-believe, men such as Mr. Rahman, who are plentiful in supply, in
order to further their careers and to earn the dosh that comes from the West,
have to accept that America wishes to democratize us at all costs. And ‘all
costs’ includes human costs. One wonders: at what price are people willing to
give up their conscience?
Consider what the learned chairman of the board of Grameen
Bank is saying: we must accept thuggery.
Therefore, when a teenager is raped by a member of the
ruling party youth wing, as one was in Keraniganj last October, we must accept
the incident as part and parcel of the democracy imposed on us by Washington,
DC.
And when, on November 8, 2005, ruling party activists
gang-raped six-month pregnant Tahura Begum because her husband, Babar Ali,
refused to quit the opposition, and when she had an abortion, and after being
kidnapped several times from hospital, she finally died on November 16, we had
to accept lawlessness of such caliber because we must accept thuggery: the
political parties need these thugs, and thugs will be thugs, after all.
And when 15-year-old Mahima was gang-raped and the political
maastans distributed the pictures of the rape throughout the village and the
girl killed herself on February 19, 2002, we should have calmly accepted the
situation as legitimate: and, in fact, that is precisely what we did, for
nobody raised a voice of protest against the incident. Washington wants
democracy in Bangladesh, and that entails the use of goons, so we must accept
the diktat, however odious the consequences. After all, we, the elite, have
careers in America and money flows form there and our children work in the
United States, and we’re proud of the fact.
Why should we anger Washington, DC, over a few miserable
girls?
Under military rule in 1985, 248 girls per year were raped
-- and that was 248 rapes too many. After our democratic transition -- mandated
by Washington, London, Paris, Bonn, and Brussels, since the Cold War was over
-- the figure jumped to 982 in 1991, and stood at 2,224 by 1997. Mere
statistics, of course; not living, breathing human beings -- and all raped for
the sake of our precious democracy, to appease the lust of the soldiers and
thugs of our political parties. For isn’t that what armies do -- rape? And Mr.
Sobhan above has made it clear that the thugs are the private armies of our
political leaders, and that these leaders won’t relinquish their armies -- and,
of course, Washington won’t allow any retrogression to military rule for its
credo is ‘freedom’: and Bangladesh is special, for it is one of the few Muslim
democracies around, a ‘success’ story to show the rest of the world that, the
mayhem in Iraq notwithstanding, democracy and Islam can get along famously --
as in Bangladesh.
Therefore, since we must tolerate the thugs, the people --
who can’t read and write and so miss the lofty wisdom penned by men (and women)
like Rehman Sobhan -- take the law into their own hands. That’s right -- the
people for the sake of whom democracy supposedly exists, do not tolerate the
private armies.
In August 2002, a thousand fists and feet rammed into the
bodies of two criminals at Rampura lake in Dhaka: Alauddin and his younger
brother Rakib. These two had tyrannised the area during the rule of the Awami
League; the elections came, and this time the Bangladesh Nationalist Party
(BNP) won, so the siblings abandoned the league and joined the BNP. But the
people decided that enough was enough: they beat them to death.
Lynching can take even more grotesque forms.
In September 2005, a man suspected of being a mugger was
beaten up by the people; but instead of killing him with their fists and feet,
they poured kerosene on him and set him ablaze.
A newspaper editor had observed earlier: “[The] catching
[of] an alleged mugger and setting him on fire by pouring kerosene all over his
body at Mirpur last Monday night raked up a nightmarish memory. We can't forget
that not so long ago lynching became a regular occurrence just about anywhere [sic]
in the country. But mostly alleged muggers would either be burnt to death or
set on fire by angry crowds in broad daylight in the capital city. . . .
“Police said there was no case against him, though the local
people alleged that he was involved in criminal activities. Therefore, it is
only natural for us to wonder whether he was a victim of enmity. It is not
impossible for anyone to frame someone and instigate the onlookers against that
person. We have seen how ugly mob temper can get in such situations. But we are
yet to know for sure whether all those who had been lynched earlier on were
real criminals or several of them were just victims of circumstances.”
Notice the editor’s tortuous attempt to justify lynching --
if the man lynched is a criminal, then lynching him is all right. He is not
exercised by the fact of lynching itself -- another example of calm acceptance
of violence.
Between 2001 and 2003, more than 150 people were killed by
mobs in the capital city alone. In
2006, on an average, six people have been lynched per month.
The election of criminals and those with criminal
connections have, as we saw, been accepted by the intelligentsia of Bangladesh.
Therefore, the people have no recourse except to take the law into their own
hands.
Consider only one lawmaker’s conduct in broad daylight in
February 1999, as described in a local newspaper: "In an obvious show of
strength yesterday, Haji Moqbul, MP from city’s Mohammedpur-Dhanmandi
constituency, led a motorcade of more than 10 cars and a couple of minibuses at
around 11:30 am. As his convoy reached the intersection of Mirpur Road and
Green Road, it confronted a group of BNP [Bangladesh National Party -- the
opposition at the time] activists on the run after being chased by police. . .
.
"The armed men caught two young men and started to drag
them towards the motorcade that waited on the Mirpur Road. At one point the men
hit one of the captives in [sic] his head with a revolver and shot another in
the chest point blank, witnesses said. A policeman who was leading a dozen men
in riot gear stood silently nearby."
When the president
of Bangladesh dared to deploy the army to quell pre-election violence a few
days ago, the American ambassador to Bangladesh, Patricia A. Butenis, had a
“talk” with him, and the army returned to barracks. While the American military
-- the mightiest in the world and financed by denying the citizens of the
richest country such fundamental guarantees as health (43 millions Americans
are uninsured) -- patrols the world promoting civilian rule and democracy, we
are not permitted to protect our men, women and children with our own army.
When a country is
ruled from Washington in the name of democracy, it loses its conscience -- at a
price. The price the obedient elite receive is exactly the price the masses
have to pay.
Iftekhar
Sayeed was born in Dhaka, Bangladesh, where he currently resides. He teaches
English as well as economics. His poetry, fiction and essays have appeared in
Postcolonial Text (on-line); Altar Magazine, Online Journal, Left Curve (2004,2005)
and The Whirligig in the United States; in Britain: Mouseion, Erbacce, The
Journal, Poetry Monthly, Envoi, Orbis, Acumen and Panurge; and in Asiaweek in
Hong Kong; Chandrabhaga and the Journal OF Indian Writing in English in India;
and Himal in Nepal. He is also a freelance journalist. He and his wife love to
tour Bangladesh.
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