SACW | Oct. 28-29, 2007 | After the Tehelka Sting on Gujarat 2002 / Dow Chemical / S. Subrahmanyam on Naipaul
Harsh Kapoor
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South Asia Citizens Wire | October 28-29, 2007 |
Dispatch No. 2465 - Year 10 running
[1] India: Following the Tehelka's sting
operation on the perpetrators of Gujarat
Massacres of 2002
(i) Citizens Petition the President, Chief
Justice, Election Commission and Prime Minister
(ii) Moving from Moditva to Sanity: The stakes in Gujarat (Praful Bidwai)
(iii) On Tehelka's Gujarat Sting (Mukul Dube)
(iv) Can we resist fascism with indignation alone? (Jawed Naqvi)
[2] India and Dow Chemical in Bhopal: Dirty business (Darryl D'Monte)
[3] Book Review: Where Does He Come From? (Sanjay Subrahmanyam)
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[1] INDIA: FOLLOWING THE TEHELKA'S STING
OPERATION ON THE PERPETRATORS OF GUJARAT
MASSACRES OF 2002
(i)
PETITION TO
- The President of India
- The Chief Justice Supreme Court
- The Election Commission
- The Prime Minister of India
October 29, 2007
It has been proved beyond doubt by the Tehelka
investigations into the 2002 massacre of Muslims
in Gujarat that Narendra Modi, the then Home
Minister Gordhan Zadaphia, the then Ahmedabad
Police chief P. C. Pandey actively colluded in
killing Muslims and planning their mass murder
and destruction of the property . The Chief
Minister, Home Minister and their whole
administration not only planned, provoked and
encouraged the massacre of Muslims and
destruction of their property but also ensured
that mass murderers and rapists got a safe hiding.
Active subversion of the fundamental principles
of secular governance is a continuous and running
theme in the Gujarat governance as has been
comprehensively demonstrated on camera that all
the arms of the state of Gujarat willingly
abdicated their constitutional responsibility to
safeguard the life, liberty, dignity and property
of the citizens even after the killings, rapes,
loot and destruction subsided. What is even more
reprehensible is that the whole system of
Judiciary stands exposed as it has been claimed
by the government counsels that the judges at
different levels were actively subverting the
course of justice.
The Tehelka tapes present incontestable evidence
of the involvement of state machinery in the 2002
Gujarat pogrom. It captures several confessions
including that of
* The state prosecutor Arvind Pandya who stated
that the "mass killings of Muslims in Gujarat
should be celebrated every year as a victory day"
and that "Every judge was calling me in his
chamber and showing full sympathy for me giving
full cooperation to me, but keeping some
distance the judges were also guiding me as and
when required how to put up a case and on which
date because basically they are Hindus".
* Maza aata hai na, saheb [I enjoy it] I came
back after I killed them, called up the home
minister and went to sleep Babu Bajrangi
* Another confession came from Babu Bajrangi who
stated that "to get me out of jail, [Chief
Minister] Narendra Modi changed judges thrice".
* Yet another MLA acknowledged that Modi gave him
"three days to do whatever violence they wanted".
We the undersigned endorse the above statement
are calling upon the The President of India, The
Chief Justice Supreme Court, The Election
Commission and The Prime Minister of India:
1. The immediate dismissal of the Narendra Modi
administration and imposition of President's rule
in Gujarat.
2. Cancellation of the present election dates as
elections cannot be held in Gujarat in the
present circumstances.
3. Requesting the Election Commission to ask the
Supreme Court to constitute a CBI brobe under a
supreme court judge and if there is prima facie
case then BJP should be barred as a political
party.
4. Govt of India should sign the Genocide
convention and Modi needs to be tried by a
tribunal
5. The immediate arrest of the all criminals who
have confessed their crimes in the Tehelka tapes.
6. RSS, VHP , Bajrang Dal and Shiv Sena be
declared unlawful organizations and a high level
enquiry under the aegis of the Supreme Court of
India be set to uncover the designs of these
organizations whose top leaders have proudly
claimed on camera that they were involved in
rapes, looting, making of bombs, rockets .
7. Re-investigate Nanded bomb blast case and
following bomb blast cases where activists have
pointed out the involvement of the RSS. Now there
is clear evidence on tape that the Sangh is
involved in large scale Bomb making exercise and
killing innocent people.
It is a test case for the Indian state and if the
Supreme Court and the Central Government fail to
act they would sow a seed of destruction of
secular polity.
Abha Bhaiya
Aditi Mangaldas
Ali Asghar
Amit Ashar
Amit R. Baishya,
Amit Sengupta-
Amrit Gangar, Mumbai
Anahita Sarabhai
Anand Patwardhan
Anil Mehta
Anil Nauriya
Anjali Monteiro,
Anupa Mehta
Apoorvanand
Arun Kumar Bidani
Arundhati Dhuru
Arunesh Maiyar
Asad Zaidi
Nalini Taneja
Ashok Chatterjee
Ashok Gupta
Ashok Vajpeyi
Astad Deboo
Betu Singh
Bipin Shah
C Vanaja
Chandra Shekhar Sinha
Chitra Sundaram
Daya Ram
Debal Das Gupta
Dhananjay Tingal
Dinesh Abrol
Dinesh Abrol
Dr. Angana Chatterji
Dr. Anwar Alam
Dr. Shaik Ubaid
Dr. Upendra Baxi
Feroze Mithiborwala
Former President
Fr Cedric Prakash
Francis Parmar
Gagan Sethi
Ghanshyam Shah
Gulamrasul Mansuri
Gulamrasul Mansuri
Habeeb Ahmed
Hannah Jayapriya
Henri Trifange
Himanshu Joshi
Himanshu Joshi
I.K.Shukla Writer
Imrana Qadeer
Iqbal Kumar
Irfan Engineer
Ishan loya
Jamal Kidwai
Javed Ameer
javed malick
Jaya Mehta
Jaya Prakash Telangana
Jayasankar K. P
Jyoti Puri, Director
Kaleem Kawaja
Kalyani Menon - Sen
Kamini Jaiswal
Kamla Bhasin
Kanchan Chander
Kannan Srinivasan
Kashif-ul-Huda, Editor,
Kingshuk Nag
Kiran Kamal Prasad
KSS Nair
Leena Abraham
M.H. Jawahirullah
Mallika Sarabhai
Nandini Manjrekar
Mamta Dalal Mangaldas
Maya Herzberger
Maya Shanker
Mira Kamdar
Miriam Chandy Menacherry
Mohamed Ashok
Mohammad Imran Ringwood , NJ, USA
Monica Mody
Morag Deyes
Mukul Dube
Nandita Das
Narinder Kapur
Nasreen Rustomfram
neeraj malick
Nilanjana Biswas
Nirveek Bhattacharjee,
Padma Velaskar,
Pooja Sood
Pradeep Esteves
Pradeep Esteves
Prashant Bhushan
Premola Ghose
RA Ravishankar,
Radhika Subramaniam
Raja Swamy,
Rakesh Sharma,
rakeysh omprakash mehra Sukriti Syal
Rakhi Sehgal,
Raksha Bhadaria
Ram Puniyani
Ranjana Padhi
Rathikant Basu
Ravi Shukla
Ritambhara Shastri
Ruchika
S. M. Shahed
Sahir Raza
Sameer Uppadhaya
Sandeep Pandey
Sanjoy Roy
Sejal Dand
Shabnam Hashmi
Shahjahan
Sharon Lowen
Shohini Ghosh,
Siddharth Dube
Smitu Kothari
Sohail Hashmi
Stalin K
Sujata Madhok
Sukriti Syal
Sumita Hazarika
Swaminathan Kalidas Ayyer
Uma Asher,
Uma Chakravarty
Veena Pani Chawla
Venkitesh Ramakrishnan
Vijay Parmar
Vijay Prakash Jani
Vineet Tiwari
Vipul Sangoi
Vrushali Pendharkar
Xavier Manjooran
Yadavan Chandran
Zafar Iqbal
o o o
(ii)
Kashmir Times
October 29, 2007
MOVING FROM MODITVA TO SANITY: THE STAKES IN GUJARAT
by Praful Bidwai
When Mr Narendra Modi walked out of an interview
with the CNN-IBN television channel last week
after being questioned about the Gujarat communal
carnage of 2002, he probably didn't realise he
was inflicting grave damage upon his image. The
impact of the walkout, which showed Mr Modi as
confused, shaky, arrogant and unreasonable, has
since been magnified several-fold by Tehelka's
exposure of the gruesome violence planned and
encouraged by the Modi regime, whose barbarity
has shocked the nation.
"The two episodes have dented Mr Modi's contrived
image as a swashbuckling, super-confident leader
who can ride out any adversity," says
Ahmedabad-based activist-analyst Mukul Sinha.
"The man is nothing. His larger-than-life image
is everything. But he can longer maintain it. He
comes across as a criminally minded, viciously
communal leader."
As he readies himself for electoral battle in
December, Mr Modi is likely to find that his
deflated image extracts a high political price.
Five years after his Bharatiya Janata Party won
70 percent of all seats in the Assembly despite
(or is it because of?) the communal violence of
February/March 2002, it appears much more
vulnerable than at any time during its 12
continuous years in power in Gujarat. The
vote-share gap between it and the Congress
narrowed from 10 percentage-points to barely 3
between 2002 and 2004, and may now get reversed.
Gujarat's Assembly elections are likely to be a
national turning-point. If the BJP wins them
under Mr Modi's stewardship, the result will
greatly influence leadership succession within
the party and strengthen its hard- Hindutva
elements. More vitally, in conjunction with the
Assembly polls in Himachal Pradesh-also due in
December, in which the BJP is widely expected to
displace the Congress-it'll prove a major
morale-booster and help the party stem its losses
in the next Lok Sabha elections. (A recent poll
by NDTV-GfK-Mode forecasts a fall in the BJP's
national tally from 138 seats to 116.)
If, on the other hand, the BJP loses Gujarat,
it'll be a massive setback for it and a major
gain for the secular forces. That'll set the
stage for a long-overdue correction to the
ghastly trend that brought about the communal
violence of 2002, in which more than 2,000
Muslims were butchered, many more raped, and
150,000 rendered homeless. This could herald the
BJP's relegation to the margins of politics,
where it belonged until the Ram janmabhoomi
campaign clicked in the late 1980s. This could
transform Indian democracy qualitatively for the
better.
Mr Modi, the chhote sardar who looked invincible
just some months ago, now seems beset by
adversity and enemies-ironically, mainly from his
own sangh parivar . Not just Vishwa Hindu
Parishad sadhus and RSS cadres, but even
significant sections of the BJP, bitterly oppose
him.
They comprise at least 11 MLAs and two MPs,
including heavyweights like former Chief
Ministers Keshubhai Patel and Suresh Mehta,
former Union textiles Minister Kashiram Rana, and
state ex-Home Minister Goverdhan Zadaphiya. Some
of them are prepared to quit the BJP and work
with or through the Congress to defeat Mr Modi.
They have held about 80 anti-Modi rallies in
different parts of Gujarat, including an
unprecedented 300,000-strong one in Rajkot.
Beneath the leadership-level changes lie major
shifts in the BJP's social support-base. Two
large caste groups, the Kolis and Leuva Patils
(Patidars), have moved away from it. The OBC
Kolis are among the state's largest castes,
comprised largely of small and marginal farmers,
and landless labourers. Traditionally Congress
voters, the Kolis gravitated towards the BJP in
the mid-1990s and voted en masse for it in 2002.
By the 2004 Parliamentary elections, however, 55
percent of their vote went back to the Congress.
The prosperous Patidars dominate Gujarat's
agriculture, small and medium-scale industries,
and diamond polishing. Their vote is decisive in
one-third of all constituencies. They account for
37 of the BJP's total of 127 MLAs; its Koli MLAs
number 15. Both groups are upset with Mr Modi
because of his extremely abrasive style,
readiness to humiliate, refusal to share the
loaves and fishes of office, and his government's
failure to allow the fruits of growth to trickle
down.
No less significant is the anger among Gujarat's
tribal community and civil society organisations
(CSOs) with Mr Modi's rule. Adivasis comprise 15
percent of the population-among the highest
proportion in Indian states-and have 26 reserved
seats. Earlier, they would vote overwhelmingly
for the Congress, but in 2002, the Congress got
only 11 tribal seats to the BJP's 13. Now,
however, Lok Sangharsh Morcha, an Adivasi
organisation, has decided to take on the BJP and
contest seven Assembly seats.
Similarly, CSOs active among the victims of
violence are preparing to confront the BJP and
mobilise the Muslim community to go out and vote.
The 2002 carnage, followed by constant
harassment, persecution under anti-terrorism
laws, and social intimidation, economic boycott
and political marginalisation, ghettoised Muslims
and pulverised them into submissiveness. But
resistance to marginalisation is growing and
groups like the New Social Movement are planning
to put up solidly secular candidates.
All this offers the Congress and its allies a
great chance to defeat the BJP and vanquish
Moditva, that diabolical combination of rank
communalism, blatant violation of human rights,
and pursuit of extremely dualistic elitist
policies in the name of "development".
Mr Modi, who mouths the "Vibrant Gujarat" slogan,
boasts that the state is one big SEZ-where 'S'
stands for spirituality, 'E' for
entrepreneurship, and 'Z' for zing. India Today
magazine and the Rajiv Gandhi Institute of
Contemporary Studies have rated Gujarat a high
performing state with all-round growth and Mr
Modi India's most efficient Chief Minister.
In reality, Gujarat is a misgoverned state, with
unbalanced growth and warped development.
Eloquent proof for this comes from the fact that
74.3 percent of Gujarat's women and 46.3 percent
of its children are anaemic. Gujarat's
macro-economic indicators are unflattering. It
has a higher per capita debt-ratio than UP and
Bihar. Agrarian distress has driven more than 500
Gujarat farmers to suicide over the past four
years. Sweetheart deals for business groups have
sent the prices of basic services and inputs
rocketing. Despite high tariffs like Rs 5.32 a
unit, the power supply situation remains
pathetic. Gujarat continues to attract industrial
investment not because of its leaders' dynamism
or policies but because of a historical
accident-business groups invested there early on,
and there's a big petrochemicals cluster around
Baroda.
As the official Human Development Report (2004)
points out, " Gujarat has reached only 48 percent
of the goals set for human development". It lags
behind in this thanks to "several distortions in
[its] growth path", including agricultural
stagnation. Its gains in literacy, education,
health, nutrition, welfare and social security
are much lower than its GDP growth. Recent
"deceleration in [its] achievements", it says, is
cause for "serious concern."
Gujarat's human development and gender
empowerment ranks actually fell during the 1990s.
Although it's Number 4 among all states in per
capita income (down from Number 2), it has fallen
to Number 6 in education, 9 in health, and Number
12 in participation.
Gujarat's indices of patriarchy are frightening.
The sex-ratio is an abysmal 487:1000 in the 0-4
age-group and 571 in the 5-9 group (national
averages, 515 and 632 respectively). Gujarat's
health indices have since dropped relative to
other states and are barely higher than Orissa's,
HDR co-author Darshini Mahadevia told me. In
social sector spending as a proportion of total
public expenditure, Gujarat ranks a lowly 19
among India's 21 major states.
The industries that have flourished the most in
Gujarat are all highly hazardous or polluting:
poisonous chemicals-Vapi is the world's fourth
most toxic hub-, textile dyeing, shipbreaking,
and diamond polishing, which turns people blind
in their thirties. Gujarat hasn't still recovered
from the de-industrialisation of the 1980s and
1990s with its mill industry's wholesale closure.
In Gujarat, labour rights are virtually
nonexistent. On minimum wages, Gujarat ranks
eighth among Indian states.
As for the claim that Gujarat is
well-administered, its legislature's Public
Accounts Committee has severely indicted the
government for awarding contracts in the Sujalam
Sufalam scheme without tenders, causing a loss of
hundreds of crores. Tax breaks and shady deals
have cost Gujarat some Rs 15,000 crores.
"Hindutva laboratory" Gujarat's law-and-order
situation is appalling. Its religious minorities
and Dalits suffer extreme discrimination and
exclusion. Like Muslims, its Christians face
persecution. More than 100 Dalits were murdered
in Gujarat over the past three years. The
harassment of hundreds of Muslims originally
arrested under TADA and POTA continues
unabated-although these laws stand repealed. The
absence of the rule of law means a hollowing out
of democracy
The Congress has a historic chance to inflict a
stinging defeat on the BJP. To do this, it must
offer an alternative vision, take a strongly
secular line, build alliances with other
anti-communal parties/groups, and run a spirited
campaign with a wise choice of candidates, while
keeping the BJP dissidents at an arm's length.
The fight is winnable-and certainly worth winning.
o o o
(iii)
(To appear in Mainstream Weekly, New Delhi)
ON TEHELKA'S GUJARAT STING
by Mukul Dube
Shortly after the telecast of the Tehelka sting
operation on Gujarat 2002, a friend telephoned to
remind me of a discussion some of us had had in
the middle of 2004. We had agreed that despite
the dismal situation at the time, with the new
government in Delhi making no effort to do
anything about the Gujarat massacre, sooner or
later the truth would come out. What we counted
on was the certainty that at least some of the
many functionaries of the Sangh Parivar who must
have been involved would boast about their
exploits and about their closeness to those at
the top of their hierarchy.
As we had predicted, mean-minded braggarts have
emerged to describe how well organised and
blood-thirsty they had been, how they had had the
support of the police and the administration, and
how they had won the praise of Emperor "Nero"
Modi himself. We had expected such boasting in
dribs and drabs, and it is to the credit of
Ashish Khetan of Tehelka that he managed alone to
open so many mealy mouths.
As was to be expected, the Sangh Parivar
immediately began attempts at a cover-up. For
example, the man who had gloatingly described, on
camera, how he cut open the stomach of a pregnant
woman now says that he was only quoting from the
charges made against him.
Predictably, the BJP's spokesman attacked
Tehelka. All he could do, however, was weakly to
ask why Tehelka had not so far launched a sting
operation against the Congress party. State level
elections are due in Gujarat, so naturally the
timing of the revelations was questioned: as if
that has anything to do with their substance.
In Gujarat, where the ideology of Hindutva is
pervasive and its hold is seemingly absolute, the
Parivar should not find it difficult to twist the
Tehelka revelations to its advantage. How this
will be done remains to be seen, but many have
already voiced the fear that a damning indictment
will be turned into an electoral trump card.
The first step, of course, was seeing to it that
the Tehelka revelations did not reach the people
of Gujarat. Cable TV operators across the state
are said to have blocked the report, and in
Ahmedabad the District Magistrate issued an order
banning the broadcast of material which was "not
as per programming code." This is precisely the
kind of control over the media that was exercised
in Gujarat in 2002 and later. The "friendly"
press of the state is sure to join in, putting
out its lies and poison.
Over seven years after the Gujarat genocide, it
looks as if a beginning has been made to bring to
book those who were responsible for it. It would
be premature, though, to think that the battle is
won. Our legal system is well known for its slow
functioning. Worse, while the recorded admissions
of criminals damn them personally, the evidence
that Tehelka's work has brought out against Modi,
for example, must be described as hearsay.
It is probable, however, that Tehelka has a great
deal more material than was shown on television.
It is also probable that that material is much
more incriminating than what was telecast. In
particular, it is to be hoped that material yet
to be made public will be of the kind that can be
used in courts of law. For example, the statement
of "Babu Bajrangi" that Modi hid him for months
in Gujarat government accommodation in Rajasthan
and, after his arrest, changed three judges
before one was found who was amenable to giving
him bail, can be verified from records.
In May 2005, commenting on the criticism made of
the handling of the "riots" by former Gujarat
governor (and long-time RSS member) S.S. Bhandari
and BJP leader Pramod Mahajan, and on the
reactions this brought from sections of the Sangh
Parivar, I wrote, "It is not only that the rats
have begun to scurry madly among their lies now
that the truth is coming out. The rats are also
attacking one another."
Once again we can expect the brave soldiers of
the Sangh Parivar to push forward others from
among their fellows to face the law. Narendra
Modi himself will have many to point to, if it
comes to that, for he cannot have handled such a
massive operation by himself. The names of many
of the top organisers have long been known, as
was most of what Tehelka has now presented on
tape.
o o o
(iv)
Dawn
October 29, 2007
CAN WE RESIST FASCISM WITH INDIGNATION ALONE?
by Jawed Naqvi
SUPPOSE Narendra Modi, the chief minister of
Gujarat, is called a fascist, which he is, and it
translates into more votes for him in the coming
state elections. How does one respond to this
possibility, which, as many have concluded, is in
fact the bitter truth? This is the backdrop we
have to keep in mind about Tehelka's otherwise
skillful and daring expose with concealed cameras
of the manic Hindutva hordes that raped and
killed at will in Gujarat in 2002, and their
cheerleader, the chief minister himself.
Suppose all the gory revelations captured on the
camera by the grittyjournalist Ashish Khetan are
turned into a vaudeville, which can happen to any
burning issue in India today with generous help
from the corporate media. What happens next?
Remember the lines of the woman inmate in a
Chicago prison in the movie of that name? The
woman, June, was one of several female prisoners
serving sentences for killing their boyfriends,
husbands, lovers and so on. June's lines in a
song drenched in black humour went thus: " I'm
standin' in the kitchen, carving up a chicken for
dinner, minding my own business, when in storms
my husband, Wilbur, in a jealous rage. 'You've
been screwing the milkman,' he said. He was
crazy, and he kept on screaming, 'You've been
screwing the milkman.' And then he ran into my
knife... he ran into my knife ten times."
June's lines were relived the other day by a key
character caught in the Tehelka expose. Gujarat
government counsel Arvind Pandya resigned from
his post and has filed an FIR against the
reporter who conducted the sting. But he needs to
be heard to be believed. "They came to me and
said they were making a serial. And to give a
touch of reality, they wanted me to play a role.
I would initially be portraying a negative role
and later a positive one. I was given a script
with all dialogues and I just had to read them.
They also made me practise my lines,'' he
complained.
What did Pandya's 'rehearsed' lines say in the
role he says was assigned to him by Tehelka?
Remember he is the man representing the state
government in the commission of inquiry headed by
Justices Nanavati and Shah. In fact Pandya is
Gujarat's Advocate General.
Tehelka: Who was at the forefront during the riots?
Pandya: It will be wrong to say some were there and some were not
Practically everybody who went to the field was
from the Bajrang Daland the VHP
Tehelka: Did Jaideepbhai (VHP vice-president Jaidee Patel) go to the field?
Pandya: Jaideepbhai had also gone Which leaders
went where, who had a role, who had a suspected
role - we have before the Commission all these
details, all the mobile numbers, who went where
We have the locations
Tehelka: Yes, some controversy also took place
Pandya: It's still on And I know whose mobile
numbers were there who talked to whom, from
which location I have the papers
Tehelka: So can there be some problem for the
Hindus because of that for Jaideepbhai etc
Pandya: Arrey bhai, (Hey fellow) I am the one who
has to fight the case don't worry don't worry
about this, there will be no problem here. If
there will be a problem I'll solve it I have
spent all these years for whom for my own blood.
Tehelka: Can the commission's report go against the Hindus?
Pandya: Nahi, nahi (no no) it can create some
problems for the police it can go against them
see, the judges who have been selected are from
the Congress
Tehelka: Yes, Nanavati and Shah
Pandya: That's the only problem our leaders at
the time got into a controversy in a hurry what
they thought was that since Nanavati was involved
in the Sikh riots... that if they use a Congress
judge there will be no controversy
Tehelka: So is Nanavati absolutely against you people?
Pandya: Nanavati is a clever manHe wants
money... Of the two judges, KG Shah is
intelligent woh apne wala hai [he is our man]
he is sympathetic to us Nanavati is after money
Pandya: I have been the government's special AG
(Advocate General) in these riots I kept note of
just two things I told the VHP that none of you
have to come to the Commission ever you keep in
touch with me, that's all I told the BJP too to
keep in touch with me, that's all I have also
told the Sangh that whenever I hold camps at
various places don't come there with a big
strength and don't bring a known face. You keep
in touch with me on phone If I'll need anything,
you'll just receive a call, not more I also went
to all the places where the camps were held. I
also held my own camps. I went to the camps to
win the local people's favour how it should be
done, what is to be done.
Pandya's comments captured on camera are of
course not greatly revealing beyond a point. If
anything they are a reaffirmation of what we
mostly know about the way judiciary works in
cahoots with the state, including a rogue state
or a fascist one for that matter. What is
significant is that fascism stays and flourishes
in Gujarat, regardless of any expose and the
moral indignation it brings about.
Why it has struck roots in Gujarat and not in
other BJP-ruled states like Rajasthan or Madhya
Pradesh is a valid question. The answer perhaps
lies in the corporate support fascism enjoys in
one of India's most prosperous regions, not too
different from the role assigned to the Shiv Sena
in Mumbai, India's financial capital. Like Bombay
of yore, Gujarat was the hub of leftist labour
unions. They have been smashed and decimated.
Instead we now have politically influential
corporate clubs whose roots go right up to the
Indian expatriates in the United States. The
India-US business partnership launched by Prime
Minister Manmohan Singh features tycoons like
Ratna Tata and Mukesh Ambani, both viceforous
public supporters of Modi, their model chief
minister.
But the Tehelka expose never aimed to tackle the
corporate support for insidious fascism inherent
in Gujarat's economic progress. At the same time
it is equally true that the nation's ruling
party, the Congress, which had the potential to
challenge Modi's sway has a problem of its own to
tackle - its own economic planners have
themselves declared unalloyed affection for
Modi's growth model for the state.
Moreover, the strategy to fight religious fascism
in the framework of a still breathing (or
gasping) democracy is to go to the people with a
secular agenda. The Congress has done just the
opposite. It has gone about poaching BJP's
leaders, wooing them to swell its own ranks,
including people who are known to have led the
wild mobs against Muslim women and children. This
method is expected to deplete the electoral
resources of Modi. Can you imagine Churchill
planning to undercut Hitler by wooing Goering,
Himmler etc to his side?
Be that as it may. The Tehelka expose, available
in detail on the website , deserves to be seen
and read and discussed widely, not because it
will bring down Modi's fascist rule in Gujarat.
Nor is the expose important for bringing out all
the gory details of the rape and macabre murder
of many innocent victims, the way Ehsan Jaffrey
was cut to pieces, or a woman disembowelled and
her foetus smashed in the womb. It is also not a
revelation that Hindutva activists are imbued
with the same sense of missionary zeal as any
suicide squad among Muslims or any other faith.
The expose is important because the rape of
Gujarat failed to budge the conscience of the
great patron of democracy, the United States. We
had to pointedly ask Assistant Secretary of State
Christina Rocca to comment on the violence before
she gave a grudging lukewarm disapproval of the
mayhem there. Later Ms Rocca told the US Congress
that Gujarat's legal authority was robust and was
pursuing the criminals of the violence.
That was before Pandya slipped up before the
hidden cameras of the Tehelka reporter. Ms Rocca,
are you there?
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[2]
Hindustan Times
October 28, 2007
DIRTY BUSINESS
by Darryl D'Monte
There is déjà vu about the report that the
government is preparing to remove the hurdles to
the entry of Dow Chemical, which has bought Union
Carbide into India in a big way. Victims of the
world's worst industrial accident in Bhopal in
1984 have filed a case in the Jabalpur High Court
asking for more compensation. The Chemical &
Fertilisers Ministry has also filed an affidavit
in the case, seeking Rs 100 crore as initial
compensation for Union Carbide India's liability
for cleaning up the contamination at the factory
site. But, the Industries Department wants an
out-of-court settlement and a withdrawal of this
affidavit.
Rajiv Gandhi had similarly compromised on an
out-of-court settlement with Carbide for $ 470
million 20 years ago, dashing the hopes of the
survivors of some 2,500 victims who died in the
accident overnight and many thousands
subsequently, as well as those who continue to
suffer from respiratory and eye ailments, not to
mention the severe trauma of losing loved ones to
an invisible gas. The Law Ministry has taken the
view that Dow has not inherited the liabilities
of Carbide, which is what Dow has been claiming
all along.
There is a consensus in the highest echelons of
the Congress that it is India's best interests
for the US chemical multinational to invest in
the country by getting rid of the obstacle that
is Bhopal. This was the view of the then Cabinet
Secretary in April, which is obviously echoing
the position of the high command. Dow has
promised to make major investments in India. No
stranger an interlocutor than Ratan Tata himself
had intervened with the Finance Ministry and
Planning Commission, advocating an out-of-court
settlement.
There are several issues which this denouement
raises. The first is the moral and legal
liability for causing the deaths of and damage to
thousands of people. In the much earlier
protracted debate over where to try the parent
Union Carbide company, Nani Palkhivala, the legal
luminary, and other eminent experts had felt that
India's laws regarding such damages were more
than sufficient to hold the trial in this
country. They turned a blind eye to the lack of
precedents here regarding punitive damages for
industrial accidents. The Environment
(Protection) Act itself was only introduced in
1986, obviously as a knee-jerk reaction to Bhopal.
During the trial, Carbide's lawyers had argued,
shockingly, that an American life was worth more
than an Indian life. They estimated the annual
earnings of most of the victims, poor shanty
dwellers who lived cheek by jowl with the
pesticide plant, and came up with a multiple of
this sum which was risible, to say the least.
Contrast this with Karen Silkwood
- subject of a Hollywood film - a chemical
technician in a plutonium fuels plant in Oklahoma
who was exposed to radiation and died
mysteriously while exposing the negligence of the
company. One US court awarded her family $ 10.5
million for personal injury and punitive damages,
which was reversed and later settled out of court
for $ 1.5 million. Depending on how many are
estimated to have died in Bhopal subsequently -
activists put the number at 20,000, ten times the
immediate number, and 120,000 suffering from
ill-health - the compensation works out to a few
US cents a head per day in the 23 years since the
accident.
There is a complex legal issue, about whether Dow
is liable for damages which occurred when the
Indian subsidiary of Union Carbide leaked a
deadly gas. It concerns the agreement which
Carbide entered into with Dow six years ago to
sell its assets without its liabilities. The $
470 million settlement package did not include
funds to clean up the contaminated site, nor did
it include compensation for the tens of thousands
of "second-generation victims" who were born
after the disaster but suffer from severe birth
defects and other developmental and psychological
problems caused by exposure to the gas. Whatever
the legalities, there is a moral question: of
compensating innocent people who were harmed due
to the criminal negligence of the company. During
the trial, the parent company tried to distance
itself from the culpability of its Indian
subsidiary, but the fact that it held the
majority of the shares speaks for itself.
It is not as if Dow Chemical has an impeccable
record when it comes to manufacturing lethal
chemicals. It was the sole supplier of the highly
inflammable chemical, napalm, which the US used
in Vietnam. For some years, despite widespread
protests in the US and elsewhere against the use
of this deadly weapon, Dow continued production
of this profitable product, arguing that the US
Department of Defence had to take responsibility
for its deployment.
As controversially, it (and Monsanto) produced
Agent Orange - the toxic defoliant which was
dropped widely over Vietnam to flush out the Viet
Cong. It derived its name from the orange-striped
barrels in which it was shipped out and is a
cocktail of different herbicides. When it
degrades, it produces dioxin, one of the most
toxic substances ever known. In 1976, a chemical
plant in Seveso, Italy, suffered a leak and a few
kilograms of dioxin were released. The town has
gone down in environmental history as one of the
worst cases of accidents, along with the Sandoz
chemical plant warehouse fire in Basel,
Switzerland, the Three Mile nuclear incident in
the US and Chernobyl in the Soviet Union.
US Vietnam war veterans, who were exposed to
Agent Orange, have received as much as $ 180
million as interim out-of-court compensation -
without admission of liability by the chemical
companies. In 2004, the Vietnam Association for
Victims of Agent Orange/Dioxin (VAVA), filed a
lawsuit in a US court against several US
companies for liability in causing personal
injury by developing the chemical. The case was
thrown out of court. Vietnam has established
'Peace villages', which each host between 50 to
100 victims of Agent Orange, giving them medical
help. US veterans and individuals have also
supported these programmes in Vietnam.
In a curious twist to the US veterans' case
against Dow and others, a judge dismissed the
suit in 2005, ruling that there was no legal
basis for the plaintiffs' claims. The judge
concluded that Agent Orange was not considered a
poison under international law at the time of its
use by the US; that the US was not prohibited
from using it as a herbicide; and that the
companies which produced the substance were not
liable for the method of its use by the
government. The US government is not a party in
the lawsuit, claiming sovereign immunity.
In Bhopal, the Tata group has suggested setting
up a "remediation" fund to clean up 8,000 tonnes
of toxic material, which is still lying at the
site. US senators and Dow executives have been
lobbying with the Prime Minister too, which
explains the current rapprochement. It will be a
tragedy if, in the attempt to be pragmatic in
seeking a massive US investment, the government
caves in and lets Dow off the hook. If Rajiv
Gandhi's earlier act was seen as a capitulation,
this will be seen as another, under the aegis of
his wife who heads the Congress.
Darryl D'Monte is Chairman, Forum of Environmental Journalists of India.
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[3]
London Review of Books
1 November 2007
WHERE DOES HE COME FROM?
by Sanjay Subrahmanyam
A Writer's People: Ways of Looking and Feeling by V.S. Naipaul
In a wonderful short story called 'Haha Huhu',
written in Telugu in the early 1930s, Vishvanatha
Satyanarayana (1893-1976) describes an accidental
traveller to England: a gandharva, a flying
half-man half-horse from classical India, who
loses his wings and crash-lands in Trafalgar
Square. His encounter with English society as he
lies captive in his cage and waits for his wings
to grow back is an occasion for Satyanarayana to
comment wryly on many things: among them,
cultural difference, the nature of scientific
progress, and the resources that Indian culture
may still possess even though under colonial
rule. It is not a romantic text, nor is it a
militant call for the revival of old Hindu
values. But Satyanarayana, who had a distinctly
modern literary sensibility while still being
wholly immersed in the long literary tradition of
Telugu and Sanskrit, is not much read today
outside Andhra Pradesh. His gandharva ends the
story by soaring off into the sky, destination
unknown, calling out to his perplexed English
captors that he'd never seen a 'more childish
race'. It's a subtle piece of work, but
Satyanarayana's version of the encounter between
the West and the non-West has nearly been lost to
us.
The fame that eluded Satyanarayana has been
granted of late to other authors from India and
of Indian origin, mostly writing in English. In
their forefront is the author of this collection
of opinion pieces and reminiscences. A quarter of
the way into it, V.S. Naipaul offers the reader
an insight into his thinking:
I had criticised others from my background for
their lack of curiosity. I meant curiosity in
cultural matters; but the people I criticised
would have had their own view of the relative
importance of things and they would have been
astonished by my lack of political curiosity. As
soon as I begin to examine the matter I see that
this ignorance of mine (there is no other word
for it), this limited view, was an aspect of our
history and culture. Historically, the peasantry
of the Gangetic plain were a powerless people. We
were ruled by tyrants, often far off, who came
and went and whose names we very often didn't
know. It didn't make sense in that setting to
take an interest in public affairs, if such a
thing could be said to exist.
Naipaul is here using history to explain the
difference between his own sensibility in the
mid-1950s and a half-century later. In his youth,
Naipaul recounts, he believed that 'things ran
their course; elections took place, and the
United States and Great Britain continued much as
they had done.' This otherwise incomprehensible
indifference to current events is seen by him in
2007 as possessing one major virtue: 'When I
began to travel I saw places fresh.' But has he
seen 'places fresh', as he claims? Or is he no
more than a prisoner of his history and heritage?
It is a question worth asking.
Many people have strong opinions about this
Trinidadian expatriate, including the reviewers
and interviewers he regularly deals with. The
dividing line is essentially political, a fact
that might be disquieting for a creative writer.
In this respect Naipaul is more like Solzhenitsyn
than, say, Joyce, whose appeal can transcend (or
confound) traditional political divides. In the
case of Naipaul, those on the left, especially
defenders of the 'Third World' and its hopes,
from C.L.R. James and Edward Said to Michael
Gilsenan, more or less uniformly find him and his
attitudes troubling and sometimes bigoted. He is
portrayed as a self-hater and Uncle Tom, a
product of the sorts of complex that Frantz Fanon
diagnosed. On the other side are the conservative
writers - those who might see Ayaan Hirsi Ali as
a major intellectual figure - who celebrate
Naipaul as an original voice, a writer who
provides a searing, politically incorrect
indictment of all that is wrong in the modern
world: Islam in its various manifestations, the
grotesque dictatorships of Africa, the squalor
and self-inflicted misery of much of the Third
World, the failure everywhere of projects of
métissage between the West and non-West. A few
fence-sitters meanwhile play down the
significance of his non-fiction and praise his
fiction, his pared-down style and capacity to
write precise, economical, somewhat repetitive
English. Naipaul is a prototype that has now been
cloned many times over in the Indian
subcontinent: the fiction writer who is also a
travel writer. One can see why Pankaj Mishra may
read and review Naipaul with an Oedipal frisson.
Vatermord or ancestor worship? It can be a hard
choice.
The five essays in this volume mostly revisit
earlier moments in Naipaul's work. The first
essay refers back to the Caribbean of Naipaul's
childhood in the late 1940s and is largely
concerned to deflate the reputation of the poet
Derek Walcott through a clever exercise in
condescension and faint praise. Walcott and
Naipaul, both Nobel Prize winners, have long been
rivals, in both a literary and a political sense,
and clearly bitterness remains. Walcott has
referred to Naipaul as 'V.S. Nightfall', while
Walcott for Naipaul is a 'mulatto, of old mixed
race', who has chosen to 'put himself on the
black side'. His poetry is seen as deliberately
giving matters 'a racial twist'; it would seem
that his talent quickly ran out and that he had
to be 'rescued by the American universities'. The
black or 'Negro' culture of the Caribbean is one
for which Naipaul has no sympathy; he tells us,
for example, without citing a source for the
incident (he does not seem to have been present),
that 'in 1945, when newsreels of
concentration-camp sufferers were shown in Port
of Spain cinemas, black people in the cheaper
seats laughed and shouted.' Why? Was it
schadenfreude because they were black and poor? A
case of Louis Farrakhan avant la lettre? A simple
lack of empathy with their fellow man? No answer
or analysis is provided. We are meant to conclude
that even the English - whatever their colonial
past in the Caribbean and India - would not have
been so cruel.
The second essay, 'An English Way of Looking',
moves on logically and chronologically, to the
moment when Naipaul began his writing career in
England after getting a degree from Oxford (where
he had been sent on a scholarship from Trinidad
in 1950). In 1957, Naipaul was befriended by
Anthony Powell, who helped set his literary
career on a firm footing. After Powell's death in
2000 at the age of 94, Naipaul was asked by the
editor of an unnamed literary weekly to write
about him. Naipaul notes that in spite of their
long friendship he was not acquainted with most
of Powell's work, and adds, characteristically:
'It may be that the friendship lasted all this
time because I had not examined his work.' When
he began to read Powell, he 'was appalled . . .
There was no narrative skill, perhaps even no
thought for narrative.' The indictment presented
as an exercise in fairness, precision and
truth-telling, continues for page after page.
There is again a hint of condescension; it turns
out that Powell's book reviews were at least
better than his fiction. But at the end of the
chapter, Naipaul performs a rather deft trick. He
attacks - on moral grounds - those who attacked
Powell in the past, thus deflecting attention
from his own moral position. One of these unnamed
critics, who, Naipaul says, called Powell 'the
apotheosis of mediocrity', is accused of being a
'false friend', full of 'rage or jealousy'.
Philip Larkin's unkind remarks about Powell are
summarised and termed 'the most awful abuse'.
Auberon Waugh's review of one of Powell's
collections of essays is called typically
'cruel'. These, then, are all apparently the acts
of Powell's 'enemies'. But Naipaul does not tell
us what motivates the cold and sneering regard of
a friend like himself.
I myself have no great enthusiasm for Powell's
fiction, though it may be rather too harsh to
call him a mediocre writer. It is the lack of
self-awareness in Naipaul that is troubling. How
is his attack so different from that of others?
Naipaul's subtitle is 'Ways of Looking and
Feeling': are lucidity and self-awareness not a
part of 'looking' and 'feeling'? These questions
are not answered in the third essay, entitled
'Looking and Not Seeing: The Indian Way'. This is
a long chapter, and clearly meant to be the heart
of the book. It sets out a thesis of sorts,
though Naipaul would be horrified to think that
anyone might accuse him of something as
contemptibly academic as a thesis. The chief
problem with Powell, the chapter seems to
suggest, was that he wrote about a society 'at
once diminished and over-written-about', and he
could not rise above it. There is only one kind
of narrative fiction that Naipaul understands to
be properly modern: a sort of late Victorian,
realist, slightly constipated fiction with a
thoroughly old-fashioned narrative, an economical
use of words, plenty of natural description
(countryside, gardens, townscapes) and so on. The
nonsense of post-Joyce, post-Svevo, post-Musil
narrative, the 'literature of exhaustion' once
celebrated by John Barth, can and should be
flushed down the 'latrine' (one of Naipaul's
favourite words). Naipaul then sets his ideal
against his imagined enemy: what he terms 'the
self-serving "writing schools" of the United
States and England'. He attempts to parody the
writing school technique in one of the least
humorous passages of this rather solemn book:
You begin (at the risk of using too many words,
like Hemingway) with language of extreme
simplicity (like Hemingway), enough to draw
attention to your style. From time to time, to
remind people, you can do a very simple, verbose
paragraph. In between you can relax. When the
going gets rough, when difficult or subtle things
have to be handled, the clichés will come
tumbling out anyway; the inadequate language will
betray itself; but not many will notice after
your very simple beginning and your later simple
paragraphs. Don't forget the flashback; and, to
give density to a banal narrative, the flashback
within the flashback. Remember the golden rule of
writing-school narrative: a paragraph of
description, followed by two or three lines of
dialogue. This is thought to make for realism,
though the dialogue can't always be spoken.
Chinese and Indian and African experience sifted
down into this writing-school mill comes out
looking and feeling American and modern.
The problem is that all this - save the
'American' - looks and sounds more like Naipaul
himself than, say, Arundhati Roy or Vikram Seth.
Do the Indian Naxalites in Naipaul's novels not
sound as though they have been ground and
thoroughly sifted through his own authorial mill?
Is this not another case of a lack of
self-awareness?
It would appear that for Naipaul there is only
one way to be modern, and that is to be Western.
All other societies have failed in this respect -
the Enlightenment is not mentioned but it lurks
offstage - and therefore can only look; they
cannot see. Further, as we must recognise through
the case of Powell, being Western is necessary
but not sufficient. And for people from
non-Western societies, the task is far more
difficult. Naipaul devotes a good twenty-five
pages of his third chapter to the only real
exercise in empathy and affection in the book
(aside from the passages mentioning his own
father), and these pages are to do with Gandhi.
He sees Gandhi as a sort of village idiot and
incompetent in the first years of his life in
Gujarat: coming to England to study law saved him
and gave him a critical perspective on India,
which he then sharpened in South Africa.
Expatriation was the key to seeing. Naipaul thus
admires Gandhi because he imagines him as a
version of Naipaul: a man from a traditional,
non-Western society who escaped that society and
its blinkers to produce a critique of it (and a
political movement to implement that critique).
By these means he learned to see. Like Naipaul,
he rose above the prison of his origins to
imagine an India that was hygienic, cleansed and
reformed.
To make this point more dramatic, Naipaul summons
up a contrasting figure: a man who left India and
yet saw nothing. This is in order once more to
support his thesis: leaving India (or Trinidad)
is necessary but not sufficient. This other man
is to Gandhi, in short, what Derek Walcott is to
V.S. Naipaul. The man Naipaul chooses is Munshi
Rahman Khan (1874-1972), a Pathan and Muslim from
northern India who emigrated to the Dutch colony
of Suriname at the end of the 19th century and
wrote a multi-volume autobiographical work called
Jivan Prakash (loosely: 'The Light of Life'). It
has never been published in its entirety, and it
appears to be in a mix of various dialects of
western Hindi, such as Bundeli and Awadhi. What
seems to be a radically abridged Dutch
translation has recently been translated into
English, and it is only to this last version that
Naipaul has access; it is as if a reader in
Gorakhpur were reading Naipaul in Maithili after
the text had passed through a Japanese
translation. Naipaul seems confident nonetheless
of the soundness of the conclusions that can be
drawn from this double-distilled translation,
even on matters of style, while scholars such as
Mohan Gautam at Leiden University continue to
pore over Rahman Khan's complex manuscript.
Naipaul is deeply disappointed, but also
manifestly satisfied, by the poverty of this
autobiographical narrative. He finds Rahman Khan
to be a narrow-minded, semi-literate character
incapable of producing a real modern narrative.
'He has no feeling for the physical world about
him,' Naipaul complains. When Rahman Khan is
moved as a potential indentured labourer from one
depot to another in northern India, 'he gives no
description of these depots.' The problem is that
Naipaul has little purchase on Rahman Khan's
world, which he simply assumes was very similar
to that from which he believes his own
grandparents came, in the northern Indian state
of Uttar Pradesh (earlier the United Provinces).
This is the world that he evokes in the passage
about the 'peasantry of the Gangetic plain', 'a
powerless people . . . ruled by tyrants, often
far off, who came and went and whose names we
very often didn't know'. These distant tyrants
might be British, but I suspect that they are
really meant to evoke Muslim sultans. The use of
'we' is also disingenuous, as if intended to
suggest that Naipaul has some sort of unmediated
access to the world of the Gangetic plain when,
in fact, his knowledge of even standard Hindi is
rudimentary. Nor need we credit the clichéd
vision of an apathetic peasantry, indifferent to
the march of history that he describes.
Rahman Khan was the author of two brief but well
regarded collections of poems, Doha Sikshavali
('A Didactic Collection of Couplets', 1953) and
Jñan Prakash ('The Light of Knowledge', 1954),
and was a respected figure in Hindi-speaking
literary circles in Suriname. He began writing
Jivan Prakash in his late sixties, and it seems
that a political agenda lay behind it. He saw
himself as an apostle of Hindu-Muslim unity, and
buttressed his claims through his knowledge of
the Tulsidas Ramayana, a 16th-century retelling
of the Sanskrit epic that was very popular in the
Caribbean. Rahman Khan presented himself
explicitly as an exegete of this text, and even
wrote verse in its broad style. One of these
poems runs:
Two groups came from India,
They were called Hindu and Musalman,
Both of them were full of affection,
Like two brothers born of the same mother.
This was wishful thinking and hardly the entire
tale of Hindu-Muslim relations in the Caribbean.
But the point remains that Rahman Khan was deeply
immersed in regional Hindi culture, and this
included the so-called Hindu epics, many of which
are regularly acted and recited even today by
Muslim performers in popular theatre such as the
annual Ramlila. This is not Naipaul's view,
however. Rahman, he tells us, may have
participated in 'a composite Hindu-Muslim culture
of the region' (the Gangetic plain), but we can
be certain that 'this composite culture has now
vanished.' Even more extraordinary is his claim
that 'Rahman, remarkably for a Muslim, knew Hindi
very well.' As Naipaul sees it, Muslims must
speak something called Urdu; Hindi is for the
Hindus. Which makes Rahman Khan incomprehensible
for him rather than a fairly common, if unusually
articulate, type.
It is clear, then, that the deeper world of
Rahman Khan, born in the Hamirpur district of
western Uttar Pradesh, is not as familiar or
accessible to Naipaul as he would have us
believe. He repeatedly suggests that Rahman's
whole account is nothing more than a 'brightly
coloured, Arabian Nights world', full of holy
men, magic potions and gilded kingdoms. It is
certainly not realistic, and does not meet the
imagined standard that Naipaul has in mind. But
historians and observers of Indian society have
never taken the view that Gandhi's autobiography
was the measure of all first-person writings.
This is why others will make more of Rahman
Khan's writings than Naipaul can, since they will
want to read them for what they are rather than
what they are not.
The fourth essay, 'Disparate Ways', takes us on a
detour before returning once again in the
concluding pages to India and Indians. At first
sight, it seems out of place. An initial, fairly
tedious section is devoted to a bald contrast
between Flaubert's deft narrative technique in
Madame Bovary (this for Naipaul is the good
realism that Rahman Khan lacks) and the
clumsiness he thinks he finds in Salammbô. There
is nothing that need detain us here, since the
florid Orientalism of the later novel has been
mocked often enough. The second part of the essay
is more intriguing, and finds Naipaul embarking
on the reading of a set of Latin texts from the
Roman Empire, including Caesar, Cicero and a poem
by the pseudo-Virgil. It turns out that the
purpose of this exercise is linked to the purpose
of the book as a whole; in the end, we're told,
men in the Roman Empire, like those in India or
the Caribbean (or indeed anywhere other than the
modern West), 'use words to hide from reality'
rather than in order to reveal it - as Naipaul
believes he himself does. The Roman writers
cannot face up to the ugliness of their own
world, its violence, slavery and sordidness, just
as most Indians cannot face up to caste and
filth. So, 'in this world without balance' -
which means Rome or the Third World - 'people
need more than ever the classical half view, the
ability to see and not see.' In sum, Naipaul is
reproducing a conceit set out and demolished at
length by historians of anthropology such as
Johannes Fabian in Time and the Other: the rest
of the world is still located in the ancient past
of the West, the only difference being that the
West was able to redeem itself and become modern.
That hope is not entirely given to India. The
final essay concludes with particular sourness,
affected by the aftertaste of some of Naipaul's
recent (post-Nobel) visits to India, where he has
sometimes been lionised but also criticised and
even heckled. 'India has no autonomous
intellectual life,' Naipaul declares, and adds:
'India is hard and materialist. What it knows
best about Indian writers and books are their
advances and their prizes. There is little
discussion about the substance of a book or its
literary quality or the point of view of the
writer.' No writers or critics are mentioned by
name, and the one attempt at parody seems more
directed at Ved Mehta than at any of the younger
crop writing in English. The world beyond
English, of course, the world of Vishvanatha
Satyanarayana, does not exist for Naipaul. It is
predictable that the only writer from the 20th
century he finds worth discussing at length is
Nirad Chaudhuri, whose Autobiography of an
Unknown Indian is carefully dissected and
appreciated for its largely positive evaluation
of the British Empire. Again, the possibility
that Chaudhuri and his Anglophilia might be a
mirror held up to Naipaul is never considered. A
book that is as full of certainty as Naipaul's
can have no place in it for self-reflection. At
the end of the book, India stands pretty much
condemned: 'As much as for Gandhi, born in 1869,
and for Chaudhuri, born in 1897, India's poverty
and colonial past . . . continue to stand in the
way of identity and strength and intellectual
growth.'
At least that is the way it appears to Naipaul,
born in 1932. What would happen if he were to be
analysed as an actor in history, the spokesman
for a point of view? What does he really
represent, and where does he come from? We can do
without the materialist presumption that all men
are merely creatures of their circumstances, even
if Naipaul seems determined to be one. He is a
prisoner by choice, and also as a matter of
taste. But of what is he a prisoner? Clues can be
found in his own writings, including this book,
though they are at times obscured by his manner
of presentation. Naipaul is, first and foremost,
a child of the Indian diaspora, but not the one
that exists today of Telugu software engineers
and Punjabi fast-food millionaires. The diaspora
to which he belongs and by which he is marked is
the 19th-century diaspora that emerged in the
immediate aftermath of the British abolition of
slavery in the 1830s. The first Indian indentured
migrants to Trinidad (and the Caribbean more
generally) arrived shortly thereafter, and the
trickle became a flow after the Indian uprising
of 1857-58. Between 1845 and 1917, official
statistics suggest that Trinidad received about
144,000 Indian immigrants, and in 1980 they and
their descendants formed about 41 per cent of the
island's population of more than a million. The
Caribbean was only one part of the story; other
labouring migrants from India went to Fiji,
mainland South-East Asia, Sri Lanka, Mauritius
and East Africa. Many parts of India contributed
to these flows, and even today Sylhetis (from
eastern Bengal) may dominate Indian migration in
one part of the world and rural Sikh farmers in
another. The two most significant areas of
emigration (or 'labour catchment areas') for the
late 19th century were the east-central Gangetic
plain and southern India, and the migrants had
significantly different profiles. The latter were
often Tamil-speaking, belonged to the middling
and lower castes, and carried with them a popular
Hindu religiosity that had a very thin overlay of
Sanskritic and Brahminised culture. This is what
we see today in Malaysia or Singapore, and it is
surely no coincidence that they have not produced
a Naipaul.
The migrants to the Caribbean - and to an extent
Mauritius and Fiji - were of a different order.
After an initial phase in which southern India
was well represented, it was the Gangetic plain
that eventually came to dominate. Whether or not
they were truly peasants in their origins -
Brahmins and high castes like the Naipauls in
fact represented 14.3 per cent of migrants to
Trinidad between 1874 and 1917 - these migrants
had often felt the impact of the great Hindu
reform movements of the 19th century, which were
themselves a reaction to the claims and insults
of Protestant missionaries. Thus, mixed with the
residues of pre-colonial religiosity of the type
favoured by men like Rahman Khan, there existed a
more muscular neo-Hinduism, itself based on a
strategic imitation of Protestantism. It was the
sort of religiosity and culture eventually made
popular in the 20th century by explicitly
reformist groups such as the Arya Samaj, but also
- already by 1881 in the case of Trinidad - by
rival neo-traditionalists who came to define
Hinduism using the disguised neologism of
'Sanatan Dharam'. This was ostensibly a hoary
phrase from the Sanskrit epics; it had once meant
no more than 'ancient way' or 'age-old custom'
but it now came to stand for a stripped-down
Hinduism with a distinct preference for ur-texts
(which were meant to be read directly, as with
the Protestant Bible) and a largely Vaishnava
form of expression. It was into this expatriate
culture - envious of the West and its
superiority, suspicious of Islam and Muslims,
often with a healthy contempt for many of the
practices and 'superstitions' of the old
motherland that had been left behind - that
Naipaul was born. It is here that one finds the
disgust of India that Naipaul evokes in
describing his own mother's visit there, as she
nervously hides her Guiana gold, looks at the
food with fear and turns bilious as someone stirs
her tea with a grubby finger. By leaving India,
the Naipauls had reformed; the old country, it
seemed to them, had stayed just as it was.
It is the ghost of this neo-Hinduism of the
diaspora that lives on in this book, and which
also inhabits hundreds of websites posted by
other expatriate Indians who find themselves
caught in the trap of in-betweenness. Naipaul is
wide of the mark in his claim that most Indians
today in the US 'wish to shake India off' and
would rather 'make cookies and shovel snow' than
deal with their Indian past. On the contrary:
these are communities which often greatly admire
Naipaul, share his roots in various sorts of
neo-Hinduism, claim insistently that Islam is a
worldwide threat, agitate over school textbooks
in California which state that Hinduism is
chaotically polytheistic, and wear surgical masks
when they visit India and their relatives, who
stir tea with their forefingers. For, ironically,
'Indianness' is the chief element in the cultural
capital of such groups, as it is for Naipaul
himself. On the distant other side, Protestantism
beckons, but most Protestantism does not go
together with cultural métissage; it is pretty
much an all-or-nothing deal. Further, Indians
living outside India have, it is well known, been
rather racist when it comes to other people of
colour, and the anti-black rhetoric that pervades
Naipaul's writings (including the first chapter
of this book) is once again only symptomatic of a
larger malaise that extends from East Africa to
New Jersey. So, in the end, there is a reason why
we should be grateful that Naipaul exists. With
his clarity of expression and utter lack of
self-awareness, he provides a window into a world
and its prejudices: he is thus larger than
himself. This book, like his others, should be
read together with those of Munshi Rahman Khan
for a deeper understanding of the Indian diaspora
and its ways of looking, feeling and suffering.
Sanjay Subrahmanyam teaches history at UCLA. He
should not be confused with a Carnatic musician
of the same name.
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