by
Arundhati Roy,
Outlook India, 2010
The law locks up the hapless felon
who steals the goose from off the common,
but lets the greater felon loose
who steals the common from the goose.
—Anonymous, England, 1821
In the early morning hours of July 2, 2010, in the remote forests of
Adilabad, the Andhra Pradesh state police fired a bullet into the chest
of a man called Chemkuri Rajkumar, known to his comrades as Azad. Azad
was a member of the politburo of the banned Communist Party of India
(Maoist) and had been nominated by his party as its chief negotiator for
the proposed peace talks with the Government of India. Why did the
police fire at point-blank range and leave those tell-tale burn marks,
when they could so easily have covered their tracks? Was it a mistake or
was it a message?
They killed a second person that morning—Hemchandra Pandey, a
young journalist who was travelling with Azad when he was apprehended.
Why did they kill him? Was it to make sure no eyewitness remained alive
to tell the tale? Or was it just whimsy?
In the course of a war, if, in the preliminary stages of a peace
negotiation, one side executes the envoy of the other side, it’s
reasonable to assume that the side that did the killing does not want
peace. It looks very much as though Azad was killed because someone
decided that the stakes were too high to allow him to remain alive. That
decision could turn out to be a serious error of judgement. Not just
because of who he was, but because of the political climate in India
today.
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Days after I said goodbye to
the comrades
and emerged from the Dandakaranya forest, I found myself charting a
weary but familiar course to Jantar Mantar, on Parliament Street in New
Delhi. Jantar Mantar is an old observatory built by Maharaja Sawai Jai
Singh II of Jaipur in 1710. In those days it was a scientific marvel,
used to tell the time, predict the weather and study the planets.
Today,
it’s a not-so-hot tourist attraction that doubles up as Delhi’s little
showroom for democracy.
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For
some years now, protests—unless they are patronised by political
parties or religious organisations—have been banned in Delhi. The Boat
Club on Rajpath, which has in the past seen huge, historic rallies that
sometimes lasted for days, is out of bounds for political activity now,
and is only available for picnics, balloon-sellers and boat-rides. As
for India Gate, candlelight vigils and boutique protests for
middle-class causes, such as ‘Justice for Jessica’—the model who was
killed in a Delhi bar by a thug with political connections—are allowed,
but nothing more. Section 144, an old 19th-century law that bans the
gathering of more than five people—who have “a common object which is
unlawful”—in a public place has been clamped on parts of the city. The
law was passed by the British in 1861 to prevent a repeat of the 1857
mutiny. It was meant to be an emergency measure, but has become a
permanent fixture in many parts of India. Perhaps it was in gratitude
for laws like these that our prime minister, while accepting an honorary
degree from Oxford, thanked the British for bequeathing us such a rich
legacy: “Our judiciary, our legal system, our bureaucracy and our police
are all great institutions, derived from British-Indian administration,
and they have served the country well.”
Jantar Mantar is the only place in Delhi where Section 144 is not
enforced. People from all over the country, fed up with being ignored by
the political establishment and the media, converge there, desperately
hoping for a hearing. Some take long train journeys. Some, like the
victims of the Bhopal gas leak, have walked for weeks, all the way to
Delhi. Though they had to fight each other for the best spot on the
burning (or freezing) pavement, until recently protesters were allowed
to camp in Jantar Mantar for as long as they liked—weeks, months, even
years. Under the malevolent gaze of the police and the Special Branch,
they would put up their faded shamianas and banners. From here they
declared their faith in democracy by issuing their memorandums,
announcing their protest plans and staging their indefinite hunger
strikes. From here they tried (but never succeeded) to march on
Parliament. From here they hoped.
Of late, though, Democracy’s timings
have been changed. It’s strictly office hours now, nine to five. No
overtime. No sleepovers. No matter from how far people have come, no
matter if they have no shelter in the city—if they don’t leave by 6 pm,
they are forcibly dispersed, by the police if necessary, with batons and
water cannons if things get out of hand. The new timings were
ostensibly instituted to make sure that the 2010 Commonwealth Games that
New Delhi is hosting go smoothly. But nobody’s expecting the old
timings back any time soon. Maybe it’s in the fitness of things that
what’s left of our democracy should be traded in for an event that was
created to celebrate the British empire. Perhaps it’s only right that
4,00,000 people should have had their homes demolished and been driven
out of the city overnight. Or that hundreds of thousands of roadside
vendors should have had their livelihoods snatched away by order of the
Supreme Court so city malls could take over their share of business. And
that tens of thousands of beggars should have been shipped out of the
city while more than a hundred thousand galley slaves were shipped in to
build the flyovers, metro tunnels, Olympic-size swimming pools, warm-up
stadiums and luxury housing for athletes. The Old Empire may not exist.
But obviously our tradition of servility has become too profitable an
enterprise to dismantle.
Site of hope A farmers’ protest at Jantar Mantar in Delhi (Photograph by Sanjay Rawat)
I was at Jantar Mantar because a thousand pavement-dwellers from
cities all over the country had come to demand a few fundamental rights:
the right to shelter, to food (ration cards), to life (protection from
police brutality, and criminal extortion by municipal officers).
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It
was early spring, the sun was sharp, but still civilised. This is a
terrible thing to have to say, but it’s true: you could smell the
protest from a fair distance. It was the accumulated odour of a thousand
human bodies that had been dehumanised, denied the basic necessities
for human (or even animal) health and hygiene for years, if not a whole
lifetime. Bodies that had been marinated in the refuse of our big
cities, bodies that had no shelter from the harsh weather, no access to
clean water, clean air, sanitation or medical care. No part of this
great country, none of the supposedly progressive schemes, no single
urban institution has been designed to accommodate them. Not the
Jawaharlal Nehru National Urban Renewal Mission, not any other slum
development, employment guarantee or welfare scheme. Not even the sewage
system—they shit on
top of it. They are shadow people, who
live in the cracks that run between schemes and institutions. They sleep
on the streets, eat on the streets, make love on the streets, give
birth on the streets, are raped on the streets, cut their vegetables,
wash their clothes, raise their children, live and die on the streets.
If the motion picture were an art form that involved the olfactory senses—in other words, if cinema smelled—then films like
Slumdog Millionaire would not win Oscars. The stench of that kind of poverty wouldn’t blend with the aroma of warm popcorn.
The people at the protest in Jantar Mantar that day were not even
slum dogs, they were pavement-dwellers. Who were they? Where had they
come from? They were the refugees of India’s shining, the people who are
being sloshed around like toxic effluent in a manufacturing process
that has gone berserk. The representatives of the more than sixty
million people who have been displaced, by rural destitution, by slow
starvation, by floods and drought (many of them man-made), by mines,
steel factories and aluminium smelters, by highways and expressways, by
the 3,300 big dams built since Independence and now by Special Economic
Zones. They’re part of the 830 million people of India who live on less
than twenty rupees a day, the ones who starve while millions of tonnes
of foodgrain is either eaten by rats in government warehouses or burnt
in bulk (because it is cheaper to burn food than to distribute it to
poor people). They are the parents of the tens of millions of
malnourished children in our country, of the two million who die every
year before they reach the age of five. They are the millions who make
up the chain-gangs that are transported from city to city to build the
New India. Is this what is known as enjoying the “fruits of modern
development”?
What must they think, these people, about a government that sees fit
to spend nine billion dollars of public money (2,000 per cent more than
the initial estimate) for a two-week sports extravaganza which, for fear
of terrorism, malaria, dengue and New Delhi’s new superbug, many
international athletes have refused to attend? Which the Queen of
England, titular head of the Commonwealth, would not consider presiding
over, not even in her most irresponsible dreams. What must they think of
the fact that most of those billions have been stolen and salted away
by politicians and Games officials? Not much, I guess. Because for
people who live on less than twenty rupees a day, money on that scale
must seem like science fiction. It probably doesn’t occur to them that
it’s
their money. That’s why corrupt politicians in India never
have a problem sweeping back into power, using the money they stole to
buy elections. (Then, they feign outrage and ask, “Why don’t the Maoists
stand for elections?”)
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Standing
there, in that dim crowd on that bright day, I thought of all the
struggles that are being waged by people in this country—against big
dams in the Narmada Valley, Polavaram, Arunachal Pradesh; against mines
in Orissa, Chhattisgarh and Jharkhand; against the police by the
adivasis of Lalgarh; against the grabbing of their lands for industries
and special economic zones all over the country. How many years (and in
how many ways) people have fought to avoid just such a fate. I thought
of Maase, Narmada, Roopi, Nity, Mangtu, Madhav, Saroja, Raju, Gudsa
Usendi and Comrade Kamala (my young bodyguard during the time I spent
with the Maoists in the jungle) with their guns slung over their
shoulders. I thought of the great dignity of the forest I had so
recently walked in and the rhythm of the adivasi drums at the Bhumkal
celebration in Bastar, like the soundtrack of the quickening pulse of a
furious nation.
I thought of Padma with whom I travelled to Warangal. She is only in
her 30s but when she walks up stairs, she has to hold the banister and
drag her body behind her. She was arrested just a week after she had had
an appendix operation. She was beaten until she had an internal
haemorrhage and had to have several organs removed. When they cracked
her knees, the police explained helpfully that it was to make sure “she
would never walk in the jungle again”. She was released after serving an
eight-year sentence. Now she runs the ‘Amarula Bhadhu Mitrula
Committee’, the Committee of Relatives and Friends of Martyrs. It
retrieves the bodies of people killed in fake encounters. Padma spends
her time criss-crossing northern Andhra Pradesh, in whatever transport
she can find, usually a tractor, transporting the corpses of people
whose parents or spouses are too poor to make the journey to retrieve
the bodies of their loved ones.
The tenacity, the wisdom and the courage of those who have been
fighting for years, for decades, to bring change, or even the whisper of
justice to their lives, is something extraordinary. Whether people are
fighting to overthrow the Indian State, or fighting against Big Dams, or
only fighting a particular steel plant or mine or SEZ, the bottomline
is that they are fighting for their dignity, for the right to live and
smell like human beings. They are fighting because, as far as they are
concerned, “the fruits of modern development” stink like dead cattle on
the highway.
On the 64th anniversary of India’s
Independence, Prime Minister Manmohan Singh climbed into his
bullet-proof soapbox in the Red Fort to deliver a
passionless, bone-chillingly banal speech
to the nation. Listening to him, who would have guessed that he was
addressing a country that, despite having the second-highest economic
growth rate in the world, has more poor people than 26 of Africa’s
poorest countries put together? “All of you have contributed to India’s
success,” he said, “the hard work of our workers, our artisans, our
farmers has brought our country to where it stands today.... We are
building a new India in which every citizen would have a stake, an India
which would be prosperous and in which all citizens would be able to
live a life of honour and dignity in an environment of peace and
goodwill. An India in which all problems could be solved through
democratic means. An India in which the basic rights of every citizen
would be protected.” Some would call this graveyard humour. He might as
well have been speaking to people in Finland, or Sweden.
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If
our prime minister’s reputation for “personal integrity” extended to
the text of his speeches, this is what he should have said:
“Brothers and sisters, greetings to you on
this day on which we remember our glorious past. Things are getting a
little expensive I know, and you keep moaning about food prices, but
look at it this way—more than six hundred and fifty million of you are
engaged in and are living off agriculture as farmers and farm labour.
But your combined efforts contribute less than 18 per cent of our GDP.
So what’s the use of you? Look at our IT sector. It employs 0.2 per cent
of the population and accounts for 5 per cent of our GDP. Can you match
that? It is true that in our country employment hasn’t kept pace with
growth, but fortunately 60 per cent of our workforce is self-employed.
Ninety per cent of our labour force is employed by the unorganised
sector. True, they manage to get work only for a few months in the year,
but since we don’t have a category called “underemployed”, we just keep
that part a little vague. It would not be right to enter them in our
books as unemployed. Coming to the statistics that say we have the
highest infant and maternal mortality in the world—we should unite as a
nation and ignore bad news for the time being. We can address these
problems later, after our Trickle-Down Revolution, when the health
sector has been completely privatised. Meanwhile, I hope you are all
buying medical insurance. As for the fact that the per capita foodgrain
availability has actually decreased over the last 20 years—which happens
to be the period of our most rapid economic growth—believe me, that’s
just a coincidence.
“My fellow citizens, we are building a new
India in which our 100 richest people, millionaires and billionaires,
hold assets worth a full 25 per cent of our GDP. Wealth concentrated in
fewer and fewer hands is always more efficient. You have all heard the
saying that too many cooks spoil the broth. We want our beloved
billionaires, our few hundred millionaires, their near and dear ones and
their political and business associates, to be prosperous and to live a
life of honour and dignity in an environment of peace and goodwill in
which their basic rights are protected.
Warrior for whom? Rahul with the Dongria Kondhs in Orissa
“I am aware that my dreams cannot come true
by solely using democratic means. In fact, I have come to believe that
real democracy flows through the barrel of a gun. This is why we have
deployed the Army, the Police, the Central Reserve Police Force, the
Border Security Force, the Central Industrial Security Force, the
Pradeshik Armed Constabulary, the Indo-Tibetan Border Police, the
Eastern Frontier Rifles—as well as the Scorpions, Greyhounds and
Cobras—to crush the misguided insurrections that are erupting in our
mineral-rich areas.
“Our experiments with democracy began in Nagaland, Manipur and
Kashmir. Kashmir, I need not reiterate, is an integral part of India. We
have deployed more than half-a-million soldiers to bring democracy to
the people there. The Kashmiri youth who have been risking their lives
by defying curfew and throwing stones at the police for the last two
months are Lashkar-e-Toiba militants who actually want employment, not
azadi. Tragically, 60 of them have lost their lives before we could
study their job applications. I have instructed the police from now on
to shoot to maim rather than kill these misguided youths.”
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In
his seven years in office, Manmohan Singh has allowed himself to be
cast as Sonia Gandhi’s tentative, mild-mannered underling. It’s an
excellent disguise for a man who, for the last 20 years, first as
finance minister and then as prime minister, has powered through a
regime of new economic policies that has brought India into the
situation in which it finds itself now. This is not to suggest that
Manmohan Singh is not an underling. Only that all his orders don’t come
from Sonia Gandhi. In his autobiography (
A Prattler’s Tale),
Ashok Mitra, former finance minister of West Bengal, tells his story of
how Manmohan Singh rose to power. In 1991, when India’s foreign exchange
reserves were dangerously low, the Narasimha Rao government approached
the International Monetary Fund (IMF) for an emergency loan. The IMF
agreed on two conditions. The first was Structural Adjustment and
Economic Reform. The second was the appointment of a finance minister of
its choice. That man, says Mitra, was Manmohan Singh.
Over the years, he has stacked his cabinet and the bureaucracy with
people who are evangelically committed to the corporate takeover of
everything—water, electricity, minerals, agriculture, land,
telecommunications, education, health—no matter what the consequences.
Sonia Gandhi and her son play an important part in all of this. Their
job is to run the Department of Compassion and Charisma and to win
elections. They are allowed to make (and also to take credit for)
decisions which appear progressive but are actually tactical and
symbolic, meant to take the edge off popular anger and allow the big
ship to keep on rolling. (The best example of this is the rally that was
organised for Rahul Gandhi to claim victory for the cancellation of
Vedanta’s permission to mine Niyamgiri for bauxite—a battle that the
Dongria Kondh tribe and a coalition of activists, local as well as
international, have been fighting for years. At the rally, Rahul Gandhi
announced that he was “a soldier for the tribal people”. He didn’t
mention that the economic policies of his party are predicated on the
mass displacement of tribal people. Or that every other bauxite
“giri”—hill—in the neighbourhood was having the hell mined out of it,
while this “soldier for the tribal people” looked away. Rahul Gandhi may
be a decent man. But for him to go around talking about the two
Indias—the “Rich India” and the “Poor India”—as though the party he
represents has nothing to do with it, is an insult to everybody’s
intelligence, including his own.)
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The
division of labour between politicians who have a mass base and win
elections, and those who actually run the country but either do not need
to (judges and bureaucrats) or have been freed of the constraint of
winning elections (like the prime minister) is a brilliant subversion of
democratic practice. To imagine that Sonia and Rahul Gandhi are in
charge of the government would be a mistake. The real power has passed
into the hands of a coven of oligarchs—judges, bureaucrats and
politicians. They in turn are run like prize race-horses by the few
corporations who more or less own everything in the country. They may
belong to different political parties and put up a great show of being
political rivals, but that’s just subterfuge for public consumption. The
only real rivalry is the business rivalry between corporations.
A senior member of the coven is P. Chidambaram, who some say is so
popular with the Opposition that he may continue to be home minister
even if the Congress were to lose the next election. That’s probably
just as well. He may need a few extra years in office to complete the
task he has been assigned. But it doesn’t matter if he stays or goes.
The die has been rolled.
In a
lecture at Harvard,
his old university, in October 2007, Chidambaram outlined that task.
The lecture was called ‘Poor Rich Countries: The Challenges of
Development’. He called the three decades after Independence “the lost
years” and exulted about the GDP growth rate which rose from 6.9 per
cent in 2002 to 9.4 per cent by 2007. What he said is important enough
for me to inflict a chunk of his charmless prose on you:
“One would have thought that the challenge of development—in a
democracy—will become less formidable as the economy cruises on a high
growth path. The reality is the opposite. Democracy—rather, the
institutions of democracy—and the legacy of the socialist era have
actually added to the challenge of development. Let me explain with some
examples. India’s mineral resources include coal—the fourth-largest
reserves in the world—iron ore, manganese, mica, bauxite, titanium ore,
chromite, diamonds, natural gas, petroleum and limestone. Common sense
tells us that we should mine these resources quickly and efficiently.
That requires huge capital, efficient organisations and a policy
environment that will allow market forces to operate. None of these
factors is present today in the mining sector. The laws in this behalf
are outdated and Parliament has been able to only tinker at the margins.
Our efforts to attract private investment in prospecting and mining
have, by and large, failed. Meanwhile, the sector remains virtually
captive in the hands of the state governments. Opposing any change in
the status quo are groups that espouse—quite legitimately—the cause of
the forests or the environment or the tribal population. There are also
political parties that regard mining as a natural monopoly of the State
and have ideological objections to the entry of the private sector. They
garner support from the established trade unions. Behind the
unions—either known or unknown to them—stand the trading mafia. The
result: actual investment is low, the mining sector grows at a tardy
pace and it acts as a drag on the economy. I shall give you another
example. Vast extent of land is required for locating industries.
Mineral-based industries such as steel and aluminium require large
tracts of land for mining, processing and production. Infrastructure
projects like airports, seaports, dams and power stations need very
large extents of land so that they can provide road and rail
connectivity and the ancillary and support facilities. Hitherto, land
was acquired by the governments in exercise of the power of eminent
domain. The only issue was payment of adequate compensation. That
situation has changed. There are new stakeholders in every project, and
their claims have to be recognised. We are now obliged to address issues
such as environmental impact assessment, justification for compulsory
acquisition, right compensation, solatium, rehabilitation and
resettlement of the displaced persons, alternative house sites and
farmland, and one job for each affected family....”
Allowing “market forces” to mine resources “quickly and efficiently”
is what colonisers did to their colonies, what Spain and North America
did to South America, what Europe did (and continues to do) in Africa.
It’s what the Apartheid regime did in South Africa. What puppet
dictators in small countries do to bleed their people. It’s a formula
for growth and development, but for
someone else. It’s an old, old, old, old story—must we really go over that ground again?
Homing in Chidambaram, arriving in Parliament (Photograph by Jitender Gupta)
Now that mining licences have been issued with the urgency you’d
associate with a knockdown distress sale, and the scams that are
emerging have run into billions of dollars, now that mining companies
have polluted rivers, mined away state borders, wrecked ecosystems and
unleashed civil war, the consequence of what the coven has set into
motion is playing out. Like an ancient lament over ruined landscapes and
the bodies of the poor.
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Note
the regret with which the minister in his lecture talks about democracy
and the obligations it entails: “Democracy—rather, the institutions of
democracy—and the legacy of the socialist era have actually added to the
challenge of development.” He follows that up with the standard-issue
clutch of lies about compensation, rehabilitation and jobs.
What compensation?
What solatium?
What rehabilitation? And
what
“job for each family”? (Sixty years of industrialisation in India has
created employment for 6 per cent of the workforce.) As for being
“obliged” to provide “justification” for the “compulsory acquisition” of
land, a cabinet minister surely knows that to compulsorily acquire
tribal land (which is where most of the minerals are) and turn it over
to private mining corporations is illegal and unconstitutional under the
Panchayat (Extension to Scheduled Areas) Act or PESA. Passed in 1996,
PESA is an amendment that attempts to right some of the wrongs done to
tribal people by the Indian Constitution when it was adopted by
Parliament in 1950. It overrides all existing laws that may be in
conflict with it. It is a law that acknowledges the deepening
marginalisation of tribal communities and is meant to radically recast
the balance of power. As a piece of legislation, it is unique because it
makes the community—the collective—a legal entity and it confers on
tribal societies who live in scheduled areas the right to
self-governance. Under PESA, “compulsory acquisition” of tribal land
cannot be justified on any count. So, ironically, those who are being
called “Maoists” (which includes everyone who is resisting land
acquisition) are actually fighting to uphold the Constitution. While the
government is doing its best to vandalise it.
Between 2008 and 2009, the ministry of panchayati raj (village
administration) commissioned two researchers to write a chapter for a
report on the progress of panchayati raj in the country. The chapter is
called ‘
PESA, Left-Wing Extremism and Governance: Concerns and Challenges in India’s Tribal Districts’. Its authors are Ajay Dandekar and Chitrangada Choudhury. Here are some extracts:
“The Central Land Acquisition Act of 1894 has till date not been
amended to bring it in line with the provisions of PESA.... At the
moment, this colonial-era law is being widely misused on the ground to
forcibly acquire individual and community land for private industry. In
several cases, the practice of the state government is to sign
high-profile MoUs with corporate houses and then proceed to deploy the
Acquisition Act to ostensibly acquire the land for the state industrial
corporation. This body then simply leases the land to the private
corporation—a complete travesty of the term ‘acquisition for a public
purpose’, as sanctioned by the act....
There are cases where the formal resolutions of gram sabhas
expressing dissent have been destroyed and substituted by forged
documents. What is worse, no action has been taken by the state against
concerned officials even after the facts got established. The message is
clear and ominous. There is collusion in these deals at numerous
levels....
The sale of tribal lands to non-tribals in the Schedule Five areas is
prohibited in all these states. However, transfers continue to take
place and have become more perceptible in the post-liberalisation era.
The principal reasons are—transfer through fraudulent means, unrecorded
transfers on the basis of oral transactions, transfers by
misrepresentation of facts and mis-stating the purpose, forcible
occupation of tribal lands, transfer through illegal marriages,
collusive title suits, incorrect recording at the time of the survey,
land acquisition process, eviction of encroachments and in the name of
exploitation of timber and forest produce and even on the pretext of
development of welfarism.”
In their concluding section, they say:
“The Memorandums of Understanding signed by the state governments
with industrial houses, including mining companies, should be
re-examined in a public exercise, with gram sabhas at the centre of this
inquiry.”
Here it is then—not troublesome activists, not the Maoists, but a
government report calling for the mining MoUs to be re-examined. What
does the government do with this document? How does it respond? On April
24, 2010, at a formal ceremony, the prime minster released the report.
Brave of him, you would think. Except, this chapter wasn’t in it. It was
dropped.
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Half
a century ago, just a year before he was killed, Che Guevara wrote:
“When the oppressive forces maintain themselves in power against laws
they themselves established, peace must be considered already broken.”
Indeed it must. In 2009, Manmohan Singh said in Parliament, “If
left-wing extremism continues to flourish in parts which have natural
resources of minerals, the climate for investment would certainly be
affected.” It was a furtive declaration of war.
(Permit me a small digression here, a moment to tell a very short
Tale of Two Sikhs. In his last petition to the Punjab governor, before
he was hanged by the British government in 1931, Bhagat Singh, the
celebrated Sikh revolutionary—and Marxist—said: “Let us declare that the
state of war does exist and shall exist so long as India’s toiling
masses and the natural resources are being exploited by a handful of
parasites. They may be purely British Capitalist or mixed British and
Indian or even purely Indian.... All these things make no difference.”)
If you pay attention to many of the struggles taking place in India,
people are demanding no more than their constitutional rights. But the
Government of India no longer feels the need to abide by the Indian
Constitution, which is supposed to be the legal and moral framework on
which our democracy rests. As constitutions go, it is an enlightened
document, but its enlightenment is not used to protect people. Quite the
opposite. It’s used as a spiked club to beat down those who are
protesting against the growing tide of violence being perpetrated by a
State on its people in the name of the “public good”. In a recent
article in
Outlook (May 3),
B.G. Verghese came out waving that club in defence of the State and big
corporations: “The Maoists will fade away, democratic India and the
Constitution will prevail, despite the time it takes and the pain
involved.” To this, Azad replied.
It was the last piece he wrote before he was murdered (
Outlook, July 19, 2010).
“In which part of India is the Constitution prevailing, Mr Verghese?
In Dantewada, Bijapur, Kanker, Narayanpur, Rajnandgaon? In Jharkhand,
Orissa? In Lalgarh, Jangalmahal? In the Kashmir Valley? Manipur? Where
was your Constitution hiding for 25 long years after thousands of Sikhs
were massacred? When thousands of Muslims were decimated? When lakhs of
peasants are compelled to commit suicide? When thousands of people are
murdered by state-sponsored Salwa Judum gangs? When adivasi women are
gangraped? When people are simply abducted by uniformed goons? Your
Constitution is a piece of paper that does not even have the value of a
toilet paper for the vast majority of the Indian people.”
After Azad was killed, several media commentators tried to paper over
the crime by shamelessly inverting what he had said in that piece,
accusing him of calling the Indian Constitution a piece of toilet paper.
If the government will not respect the Constitution, then perhaps we
should push for an amendment to the Preamble itself. “We, the People of
India, having solemnly resolved to constitute India into a Sovereign
Socialist Secular Democratic Republic” could be substituted with “We,
the upper castes and classes of India, having secretly resolved to
constitute India into a Corporate, Hindu, Satellite State....”
The insurrection in the Indian
countryside, in particular in the tribal heartland, poses a radical
challenge not only to the Indian State, but to resistance movements too.
It questions the accepted ideas of what constitutes progress,
development and indeed civilisation itself. It questions the ethics as
well as the effectiveness of different strategies of resistance. These
questions have been asked before, yes. They have been asked
persistently, peacefully, year after year, in a hundred different
ways—by the Chhattisgarh Mukti Morcha, the Koel Karo and Gandhamardhan
agitations—and hundreds of other people’s movements. It was asked most
persuasively and perhaps most visibly by the Narmada Bachao Andolan, the
anti-dam movement in the Narmada Valley. The Government of India’s only
answer has been repression, deviousness and the kind of opacity that
can only come from a pathological disrespect for ordinary people. Worse,
it went ahead and accelerated the process of displacement and
dispossession to a point where people’s anger has built up in ways that
cannot be controlled. Today, the poorest people in the world have
managed to stop some of the richest corporations in their tracks. It’s a
huge victory.
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Those
who have risen up are aware that their country is in a state of
Emergency. They are aware that like the people of Kashmir, Manipur,
Nagaland and Assam, they too have now been stripped of their civil
rights by laws like the Unlawful Activities Prevention Act (UAPA) and
the Chhattisgarh Special Public Security Act (CSPSA), which criminalise
every kind of dissent—by word, deed and even
intent.
During the Emergency era, grim as it was, people still allowed
themselves to dream of bettering their lot, to dream of justice. When
Indira Gandhi declared the Emergency on the midnight of June 25, 1975,
she did it to crush an incipient revolution. The Naxalite uprising in
Bengal had been more or less decimated. But then millions of people were
rallying to Jayaprakash Narayan’s call for ‘Sampoorna Kranti’ (Total
Revolution). At the heart of all the unrest was the demand for Land to
the Tiller. (Even back then, it was no different—you needed a revolution
to implement land redistribution, which is one of the directive
principles of the Constitution.)
Hail Britannia Securitymen at CWG HQ (Photograph by Sanjay Rawat)
Thirty-five years later, things have changed
drastically. Justice, that grand, beautiful idea, has been whittled down
to mean human rights. Equality is a utopian fantasy. The word has, more
or less, been evicted from our vocabulary. The poor have been pushed to
the wall. From fighting for land for the landless, revolutionary
parties and resistance movements have had to lower their sights to
fighting for people’s rights to hold on to what little land they have.
The only kind of land redistribution that seems to be on the cards is
land being grabbed from the poor and redistributed to the rich, for
their landbanks which go by the name of SEZs. The landless (mostly
Dalits), the jobless, the slum-dwellers and the urban working class are
more or less out of the reckoning. In places like Lalgarh in West
Bengal, people are only asking the police and the government to leave
them alone. The adivasi organisation called the People’s Committee
Against Police Atrocities (pcapa) began with one simple demand—that the
Superintendent of Police visit Lalgarh and apologise to the people for
the atrocities his men had committed on villagers. That was considered
preposterous. (How could half-naked savages expect a government
officer
to apologise to them?) So people barricaded their villages and refused
to let the police in. The police stepped up the violence. People
responded with fury. Now, two years down the line, and many gruesome
rapes, killings and fake encounters later, it’s all-out war. The pcapa
has been banned and dubbed a Maoist outfit. Its leaders have been jailed
or shot. (A similar fate has befallen the Chasi Mulya Adivasi Sangh in
Narayanpatna in Orissa and the Visthappen Virodhi Ekta Manch in Potka in
Jharkhand.)
People who once dreamt of justice and equality, who dared to demand
land to the tiller, have been reduced to demanding an apology from the
police for being beaten and maimed—is this progress?
Fine tooth Securitymen on a combing operation in Dantewada (Photograph by Tribhuvan Tiwari)
During the Emergency, the saying goes, when Mrs Gandhi asked the
press to bend, it crawled. And yet, in those days, there were instances
when national dailies defiantly published blank editorials to protest
censorship. (Irony of ironies—one of those defiant editors was B.G.
Verghese.)
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This
time around, in the undeclared emergency, there’s not much scope for
defiance because the media is the government. Nobody, except the
corporations which control them, can tell it what to do. Senior
politicians, ministers and officers of the security establishment vie to
appear on TV, feebly imploring Arnab Goswami or Barkha Dutt for
permission to interrupt the day’s sermon. Several TV channels and
newspapers are overtly manning Operation Green Hunt’s war room and its
disinformation campaign. There was the identically worded story about
the “1,500-crore Maoist industry” filed under the byline of different
reporters in several different papers. Almost all newspapers and TV
channels ran stories blaming the pcapa (used interchangeably with
“Maoists”) for the horrific train derailment near Jhargram in West
Bengal in May 2010 in which 140 people died. Two of the main suspects
have been shot down by the police in “encounters”, even though the
mystery around that train accident is still unravelling. The Press Trust
of India put out several untruthful stories, faithfully showcased by
the
Indian Express, including one about Maoists mutilating the
bodies of policemen they had killed. (The denial, which came from the
police themselves, was published postage-stamp size hidden in the middle
pages.) There are the several identical interviews, all of them billed
as “exclusive”, with a female guerrilla about how she had been “raped
and re-raped” by Maoist leaders. She was supposed to have recently
escaped from the forests, and the clutches of the Maoists, to tell the
world her tale. Now it turns out that she has been in police custody for
months.
The atrocity-based analyses shouted out at us from our TV screens is
designed to smoke up the mirrors, and hustle us into thinking: “Yes, the
tribals have been neglected and are having a very bad time; yes, they
need development; yes, it’s the government’s fault, but right now there
is a crisis. We need to get rid of the Maoists, secure the land and then
we can help the tribals.”
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As
war closes in, the armed forces have announced (in the way only they
can), that they too are getting into the business of messing with our
heads. In June 2010, they released two “operational doctrines”. One was a
joint doctrine for air-land operations. The other was a doctrine on
Military Psychological Operations which “constitutes a planned process
of conveying a message to select target audience, to promote particular
themes that result in desired attitudes and behaviour, which affect the
achievement of political and military objectives of the country.... The
Doctrine also provides guidelines for activities related to perception
management in sub-conventional operations, specially in an internal
environment wherein misguided population may have to be brought into the
mainstream”. The press release went on to say that “the doctrine on
Military Psychological Operations is a policy, planning and
implementation document that aims to create a conducive environment for
the armed forces to operate by using the media available with the
Services to their advantage”.
A month later, at a meeting of chief ministers of Naxalite-affected
states, a decision was taken to escalate the war. Thirty-six battalions
of the India Reserve Force were added to the existing 105 battalions,
and 16,000 Special Police Officers (civilians armed and contracted to
function as police) were added to the existing 30,000. The home
secretary promised to hire 1,75,000 policemen over the next five years.
(It’s a good model for an employment guarantee scheme: hire half the
population to shoot the other half. You can fool around with the ratios
if you like.)
Two days later, the army chief told his senior officers to be
“mentally prepared to step into the fight against Naxalism.... It might
be in six months or in a year or two, but if we have to maintain our
relevance as a tool of the state, we will have to undertake things that
the nation wants us to do”.
By August, newspapers were reporting that the on-again-off-again
option of using the air force was on again. “The Indian air force can
fire in self-defence in anti-Maoist operations,” the
Hindustan Times
said. “The permission has been granted but with strict
conditionalities. We cannot use rockets or the integral guns of the
helicopters and we can retaliate only if fired upon.... To this end, we
have side-mounted machine-guns on our choppers that are operated by our
Garuds (IAF commandos).” That’s a relief. No integral guns, only
side-mounted machine-guns.
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Maybe
“six months or in a year or two” is about as long as it will take for
the brigade headquarters in Bilaspur and the air base in Rajnandgaon to
be ready. Maybe by then, in a great show of democratic spirit, the
government will give in to popular anger and repeal AFSPA, the Armed
Forces Special Powers Act (which allows non-commissioned officers to
kill on suspicion) in Manipur, Nagaland, Assam and Kashmir. Once the
applause subsides and the celebration peters out, AFSPA will be recast,
as the home minister has suggested, on the lines of the Jeevan Reddy
report. (To sound more humane but to be more deadly.) Then it can be
promulgated all over the country under a new name. Maybe that will give
the armed forces the impunity they need to do what “the nation” wants
them to do—to be deployed in the parts of India against the poorest of
the poor who are fighting for their very survival.
Maybe that’s how Comrade Kamala will die—while she’s trying to bring
down a helicopter gunship or a military training jet with her pistol. Or
maybe by then she will have graduated to an AK-47 or a Light Machine
Gun looted from a government armoury or a murdered policeman. Maybe by
then the media “available to the Services” will have “managed” the
perceptions of those of us who still continue to be “misguided” to
receive the news of her death with equanimity.
Manipur on fire Another face of resistance
So here’s the Indian State, in all its democratic glory, willing to
loot, starve, lay siege to, and now deploy the air force in
“self-defence” against its poorest citizens.
Self-defence. Ah, yes. Operation Green Hunt is being waged in
self-defence by a government that is trying to restore land to poor
people whose land has been snatched away by Commie Corporations.
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When
the government uses the offer of peace talks to draw the deep-swimming
fish up to the surface and then kill them, do peace talks have a future?
Is either side genuinely interested in peace or justice? One question
people have is, are the Maoists really interested in peace? Is there
anything they can be offered within the existing system that will
deflect the Maoists from their stated goal of overthrowing the Indian
State? The answer to that is, of course not. The Maoists do not believe
that the present system can deliver justice. The thing is that an
increasing number of people are beginning to agree with them. If we
lived in a society with a genuinely democratic impulse, one in which
ordinary people felt they could at least
hope for justice, then the Maoists would be only be a small, marginalised group of militants with very little popular appeal.
The other contention is that Maoists want a ceasefire to take the
heat off themselves for a while so that they can use the time to regroup
and consolidate their position. Azad,
in an interview to
The Hindu
(April 14, 2010), was surprisingly candid about this: “It doesn’t need
much of a common sense to understand that both sides will utilise the
situation of a ceasefire to strengthen their respective sides.” He then
went on to explain that a ceasefire, even a temporary one, would give
respite to ordinary people who are caught in a war zone.
The government, on the other hand, desperately needs this war. (Read the business papers to see
how
desperately.) The eyes of the international business community are
boring holes into its back. It needs to deliver, and fast. To keep its
mask from falling, it must continue to offer talks on the one hand, and
undermine them on the other. The elimination of Azad was an important
victory because it silenced a voice that had begun to sound dangerously
reasonable. For the moment at least, peace talks have been successfully
derailed.
There is plenty to be cynical about in the discussion around peace
talks. The thing to remember is that for us ordinary folks no peace
talks means an escalating war.
Over the last few months, the government has poured tens of thousands
of heavily armed paramilitary troops into the forest. The Maoists
responded with a series of aggressive attacks and ambushes. More than
200 policemen have been killed. The bodies keep coming out of the
forest. Slain policemen wrapped in the national flag; slain Maoists,
displayed like hunters’ trophies, their wrists and ankles lashed to
bamboo poles; bullet-ridden bodies, bodies that don’t look human any
more, mutilated in ambushes, beheadings and summary executions. Of the
bodies being buried
in the forest, we have no news. The theatre
of war has been cordoned off, closed to activists and journalists. So
there are no body counts.
Brute force CRPF jawans killed in Dantewada (Photograph by Reuters, From Outlook, September 20, 2010)
On April 6, 2010,
in its biggest strike ever, the People’s Liberation Guerrilla Army
(PLGA) ambushed a CRPF company in Dantewada and killed 76 policemen. The
party issued a coldly triumphant statement. Television milked the
tragedy for everything it was worth. The nation was called upon to
condemn the killing. Many of us were not prepared to—not because we
celebrate killing, nor because we are all Maoists, but because we have
thorny, knotty views about Operation Green Hunt. For refusing to buy
shares in the rapidly growing condemnation industry, we were branded
“terrorist sympathisers” and had our photographs flashed repeatedly on
TV like wanted criminals.
What was a CRPF contingent doing, patrolling tribal villages with 21
AK-47 rifles, 38 INSAS rifles, seven SLRs, six Light Machine Guns, one
stengun and one 2-inch mortar? To ask that question almost amounted to
an act of treason.
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Days
after the ambush, I ran into two paramilitary commandos chatting to a
bunch of drivers in a Delhi car park. They were waiting for their VIP to
emerge from some restaurant or health club or hotel. Their view on what
is going on involved neither grief nor patriotism. It was simple
accounting. A balance-sheet. They were talking about how many lakhs of
rupees in bribes it takes for a man to get a job in the paramilitary
forces and how most families incur huge debts to pay that bribe. That
debt can never be repaid by the pathetic wages paid to a jawan. The only
way to repay it is to do what policemen in India do—blackmail and
threaten people, run protection rackets, demand payoffs, do dirty deals.
(In the case of Dantewada, loot villagers, steal cash and jewellery.)
But if the man dies an untimely death, it leaves the families hugely in
debt. The anger of the men in the car park was directed at the
government and senior police officers who make fortunes from bribes and
then so casually send young men to their death. They knew that the
handsome compensation that was announced for the dead in the April 6
attack was just to blunt the impact of the scandal. It was never going
to be standard practice for every policeman who dies in this sordid war.
Small wonder then that the news from the war zone is that CRPF men
are increasingly reluctant to go on patrol. There are reports of them
fudging their daily log-books, filling them with phantom patrols. Maybe
they’re beginning to realise that they are only poor khaki trash, cannon
fodder in a Rich Man’s War. And there are thousands waiting to replace
each one of them when they are gone.
On May 17, 2010,
in another major attack, the Maoists blew up a bus in Dantewada and
killed about 44 people. Of them, 16 were Special Police Officers (SPOs),
in other words, members of the dreaded government-sponsored people’s
militia, the Salwa Judum. The rest of the dead were, shockingly,
ordinary people, mostly adivasis. The Maoists expressed perfunctory
regret for having killed civilians, but they came that much closer to
mimicking the State’s “collateral damage” defence.
Last month, the Maoists kidnapped four policemen in Bihar and
demanded the release of some of their senior leaders. A few days into
the hostage drama, they killed one of them, an adivasi policeman called
Lucas Tete. Two days later, they
released the other three.
By killing a prisoner in custody, the Maoists once again harmed their
own cause. It was another example of the Janus-faced morality of
“revolutionary violence” that we can expect more of in a war zone, in
which tactics trump rectitude and make the world a worse place.
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Not
many analysts and commentators who were pained by the Maoist killing of
civilians in Dantewada noticed that at exactly the same time as the bus
was blown up by the Maoists in Dantewada, the police had surrounded
several villages in Kalinganagar in Orissa, and in Balitutha and Potko
in Jharkhand, and had fired on thousands of protesters resisting the
takeover of their lands by the Tatas, the Jindals and Posco. Even now,
the siege continues. The wounded cannot be taken to hospital because of
the police cordons. Videos uploaded on YouTube show armed riot police
massing in the hundreds, confronted by ordinary villagers, some of whom
are armed with bows and arrows.
The one favour Operation Green Hunt has done ordinary people is that
it has clarified things to them. Even the children in the villages know
that the police works for the “companies” and that Operation Green Hunt
isn’t a war against Maoists. It’s a war against the poor.
There’s nothing small about what’s going on. We are watching a
democracy turning on itself, trying to eat its own limbs. We’re watching
incredulously as those limbs refuse to be eaten.
Of all the various political
formations involved in the current insurrection, none is more
controversial than the CPI (Maoist). The most obvious reason is its
unapologetic foregrounding of armed struggle as the only path to
revolution. Sumanta Banerjee’s book
In the Wake of Naxalbari is
one of the most comprehensive accounts of the movement. It documents
the early years, the almost harebrained manner in which the Naxalites
tried to jumpstart the Indian Revolution by “annihilating the class
enemy” and expecting the masses to rise up spontaneously. It describes
the contortions it had to make in order to remain aligned with China’s
foreign policy, how Naxalism spread from state to state and how it was
mercilessly crushed.
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Buried
deep inside the fury that is directed against them by the orthodox Left
as well as by the liberal intelligentsia is an unease they seem to feel
with themselves and a puzzling, almost mystical, protectiveness towards
the Indian State. It’s as though, when they are faced with a situation
that has genuine revolutionary potential, they blink. They find reasons
to look away. Political parties—and individuals—who have not, in the
last 25 years, ever lent their support to say, the Narmada Bachao
Andolan, or marched in solidarity with any one of the many peaceful
people’s movements in the country, have suddenly begun to extol the
virtues of non-violence and Gandhian satyagraha. On the other hand,
those who have been actively involved in these struggles may strongly
disagree with the Maoists; they are wary, even exasperated, but they do
see them as a part of the same resistance.
Eyes left The Left biggies at a New Delhi rally (Photograph by AFP, From Outlook, September 20, 2010)
It’s hard to say who dislikes the Maoists more: the Indian State, its
army of strategic experts and its instinctively right-wing middle
class, or the Communist Party of India (CPI) and Communist Party of
India (Marxist), usually called the CPI(M), and the several splinter
groups that were part of the original Marxist-Leninists, or the liberal
left. The argument begins with nomenclature. The more orthodox
Communists do not believe that “Maoism” is an “ism” at all. (The
Maoists, in turn, call the mainstream parliamentary Communists “social
fascists” and accuse them of “economism”—basically, of gradually
bargaining away the prospect of revolution.)
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Each
faction believes itself to be the only genuinely revolutionary Marxist
party, or political formation. Each believes the other has
misinterpreted Communist theory and misunderstood history. Anyone who
isn’t a card-carrying member of one or the other group will be able to
see that none of them is entirely wrong or entirely right about what it
says. But bitter splits, not unlike those in religious sects, are the
natural corollary of the rigid conformity to the party line demanded by
all Communist parties. So they dip into a pool of insults that dates
back to the Russian and Chinese revolutions, to the great debates
between Lenin, Trotsky and Stalin, to Chairman Mao’s red book, and hurl
them at each other. They accuse each other of the “incorrect
application” of “Marxist-Leninist-Mao Zedong Thought”, almost as though
it’s an ointment that’s being rubbed in the wrong place. (My earlier
essay
Walking with the Comrades
landed directly in the flight-path of this debate. It got its fair
share of entertaining insults, which deserve a pamphlet of their own.)
Other than the debate about whether or not to enter electoral
politics, the major disagreement between the various strands of
Communism in India centres around their reading of whether conditions in
the country are ripe for revolution. Is the prairie ready for the fire,
as Mao announced in China, or is it still too damp for the single spark
to ignite it? The trouble is that India lives in several centuries
simultaneously, so perhaps the “prairie”, that vast stretch of flat
grassland, is the wrong analogy for India’s social and political
landscape. Maybe a “warren” would be a better one. To arrive at a
consensus about the timing of the revolution is probably impossible. So
everybody marches to their own drumbeat. The CPI and the CPI(M) have
more or less postponed the revolution to the afterlife. For
Charu Majumdar,
founder of the Naxalite movement, it was meant to have happened 30
years ago. According to Ganapathi, current chief of the Maoists, it’s
about 50 years away.
Today, 40 years after the Naxalbari
uprising, the main charge against the Maoists by the parliamentary Left
continues to be what it always was. They are accused of suffering from
what Lenin called an “infantile disorder”, of substituting mass politics
with militarism and of not having worked at building a genuinely
revolutionary proletariat. They are seen as having contempt for the
urban working class, of being an ideologically ossified force that can
only function as a frog on the back of “innocent” (read primitive)
jungle-dwelling tribal people who, according to orthodox Marxists, have
no real revolutionary potential. (This is not the place perhaps to
debate a vision that says people have to first become wage-earners,
enslaved to a centralised industrial system, before they can be
considered revolutionary.)
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The
charge that the Maoists are irrelevant to urban working-class
movements, to the Dalit movement, to the plight of farmers and
agricultural workers outside the forests is true. There is no doubt that
the Maoists’ militarised politics makes it almost impossible for it to
function in places where there is no forest cover. However, it could
equally be argued that the major Communist parties have managed to
survive in the mainstream only by compromising their ideologies so
drastically that it is impossible to tell the difference between them
and other bourgeois political parties any more. It could be argued that
the smaller factions that have remained relatively uncompromised have
managed to do so because they do not pose a threat to anybody.
Whatever their faults or achievements as bourgeois parties, few would
associate the word “revolutionary” with the CPI or CPI(M) any more.
(The CPI does play a role in some of the struggles against mining
companies in Orissa.) But even in their chosen sphere of influence, they
cannot claim to have done a great service to the proletariat they say
they represent. Apart from their traditional bastions in Kerala and West
Bengal, both of which they are losing their grip over, they have very
little presence in any other part of the country, urban or rural, forest
or plains. They have run their trade unions into the ground. They have
not been able to stanch the massive job losses and the virtual
disbanding of the formal workforce that mechanisation and the new
economic policies have caused. They have not been able to prevent the
systematic dismantling of workers’ rights. They have managed to alienate
themselves almost completely from adivasi and Dalit communities. In
Kerala, many would say they have done a better job than other political
parties, but their 30-year “rule” in West Bengal has left that state in
ruins. The repression they unleashed in Nandigram and Singur, and now
against the adivasis of Jangalmahal, will probably drive them out of
power for a few years. (Only for as long as it takes Mamata Banerjee to
prove that she is not the vessel into which people should pour their
hopes.)
No lonely furrow Maoist cadre in Dantewada jungles
Still, while listing a litany of their sins, it must be said that the
demise of the mainstream Communist parties is not something to be
celebrated. At least not unless it makes way for a new, more vital and
genuinely Left movement in India.
The Maoists (in their current as well as
earlier avatars) have had a different political trajectory. The
redistribution of land, by violent means if necessary, was always the
centrepiece of their political activity. They have been completely
unsuccessful in that endeavour. But their militant interventions, in
which thousands of their cadre—as well as ordinary people—paid with
their lives, shone a light on the deeply embedded structural injustice
of Indian society. If nothing else, from the time of the Telangana
movement, which in some ways was a precursor to the uprising in
Naxalbari, the Naxalite movement, for all its faults, sparked an anger
about being exploited and a desire for self-respect in some of the most
oppressed communities. In West Bengal, it led to Operation Barga (a
bargadar is a sharecropper), and to a far lesser extent in Andhra
Pradesh, it shamed governments into carrying out some land reform. Even
today, all the talk about “uneven development” and “exploitation” of
tribal areas by the prime minister, the government’s plans to transfer
Joint Forest Management funds from the forest department directly to the
gram panchayats, the Planning Commission’s announcement that it will
allocate Rs 14,000 crore for tribal development, has come as a strategy
to defuse the Maoist “menace”. If those funds do end up benefiting the
adivasi community, instead of being siphoned away by middlemen, then the
“menace” surely ought to be given some credit. Though the Maoists have
virtually no political presence outside forested areas, they do have a
presence, an increasingly sympathetic one, in the popular imagination as
a party that stands up for the poor against the intimidation and
bullying of the State. If Operation Green Hunt eventually becomes an
outright war instead of a “sub-conventional” one, if ordinary adivasis
start dying in huge numbers, that sympathy could ignite in unexpected
ways.
Among the most serious charges levelled against the Maoists is that
its leaders have a vested interest in keeping people poor and illiterate
in order to retain their hold on them. Critics ask why, after working
in areas like Dandakaranya for 30 years, they still do not run schools
and clinics, why they don’t have check-dams and advanced agriculture,
and why people were still dying of malaria and malnutrition. Good
question. But it ignores the reality of what it means to be a banned
organisation whose members—even if they are doctors or teachers—are
liable to be shot on sight. It would be more useful to direct the same
question to the Government of India that has none of these constraints.
Why is it that in tribal areas that are not overrun by Maoists, there
are no schools, no hospitals, no check-dams? Why do people in
Chhattisgarh suffer from such acute malnutrition that doctors have begun
to call it “nutritional aids” because of the effect it has on the human
immune system?
In their censored chapter in the ministry of panchayati raj report,
Ajay Dandekar and Chitrangada Choudhury (no fans of the Maoists—they
call the party ideology “brutal and cynical”) write:
“So the Maoists today have a dual effect on the ground in PESA areas.
By virtue of the gun they wield, they are able to evoke some fear in
the administration at the village/block/district level. They
consequently prevent the common villager’s powerlessness over the
neglect or violation of protective laws like PESA, for example, warning a
talati, who might be demanding bribes in return for fulfilling the duty
mandated to him under the Forest Rights Act, a trader who might be
paying an exploitative rate for forest produce, or a contractor who is
violating the minimum wage. The party has also done an immense amount of
rural development work, such as mobilising community labour for farm
ponds, rainwater harvesting and land conservation works in the
Dandakaranya region, which villagers testified had improved their crops
and improved their food security situation.”
In their recently published empirical analysis of the working of the
National Rural Employment Guarantee Scheme (NREGA) in 200
Maoist-affected districts in Orissa, Chhattisgarh and Jharkhand, which
appeared in the
Economic and Political Weekly, authors
Kaustav Banerjee and Partha Saha say:
“The field survey revealed that the charge that the Maoists have been
blocking developmental schemes does not seem to hold much ground. In
fact, Bastar seems to be doing much better in terms of NREGA than some
other areas...on top of that, the wage struggles, the enforcement of
minimum wages can be traced back to the wage struggles led by the
Maoists in that area. A clear result that we came across is the doubling
of the wage rates for tendu leaf collection in most Maoist areas....
Also, the Maoists have been encouraging the conduct [sic] of social
audits since this helps in the creation of a new kind of democratic
practice hitherto unseen in India.”
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the talk of ‘uneven development’ by the PM today, the plans to transfer
joint forest management funds to gram panchayats, has come as a
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Implicit
in a lot of the debate around Maoists is the old, patronising tendency
to cast “the masses”, the adivasi people in this case, in the role of
the dim-witted horde, completely controlled by a handful of wicked
“outsiders”. One university professor, a well-known Maoist-baiter,
accused the leaders of the party of being parasites preying on poor
adivasis. To bolster his case, he compared the lack of development in
Dandakaranya to the prosperity in Kerala. After suggesting that the
non-adivasi leaders were all cowards “hiding safely in the forest”, he
appealed to all adivasi Maoist guerrillas and village militia to
surrender before a panel of middle-class Gandhian activists (handpicked
by him). He called for the non-adivasi leadership to be tried for war
crimes. Why non-adivasi Gandhians are acceptable, but not non-adivasi
Maoists, he did not say. There is something very disturbing about this
inability to credit ordinary people with being capable of weighing the
odds and making their own decisions.
In Orissa, for instance, there are a
number of diverse struggles being waged by unarmed resistance movements
which often have sharp differences with each other. And yet between them
all, they have managed to temporarily stop some major corporations from
being able to proceed with their projects—the Tatas in Kalinganagar,
Posco in Jagatsinghpur, Vedanta in Niyamgiri. Unlike in Bastar, where
they control territory and are well-entrenched, the Maoists tend to use
Orissa only as a corridor for their squads to pass through. As the
security forces are closing in on people and ratcheting up the
repression, they have to think very seriously about the pros and cons of
involving the Maoists into their struggles. Will its armed squads stay
and fight the State repression that will inevitably follow a Maoist
“action”? Or will they retreat and leave unarmed people to deal with
police terror? Activists and ordinary people, falsely accused of being
Maoists, are already being jailed. Many have been killed in cold blood.
But a tense uneasy dance continues between the unarmed resistance
movements and the CPI (Maoist).
On occasion, the party has done irresponsible things which have led
to horrible consequences for ordinary people. In 2006, at the height of
the tension between the Dalit and adivasi communities in Kandhamal
district, the Maoists shot dead Laxmanananda Saraswati, leader of the
Vishwa Hindu Parishad (VHP), a fascist outfit of proselytisers, working
among adivasis to bring them “back into the Hindu fold”. After the
murder, enraged Kandha tribals who had been recently converted to
Hinduism were encouraged to go on a rampage. Almost 400 villages were
convulsed with anti-Christian violence. Fifty-four Panna Dalit
Christians were killed, more than 200 churches burnt, tens of thousands
had to flee their homes. Many still live in camps unable to return. A
somewhat different, but equally dangerous situation is brewing in
Narayanpatna and Koraput, districts where the Chasi Mulya Adivasi Sangh
(which the police say is a Maoist “front”) is fighting to restore land
to adivasis that was illegally appropriated by local moneylenders and
liquor dealers (many of them Dalit). These areas are reeling under
police terror, with hundreds of adivasis thrown in Koraput jail and
thousands living in the forests, afraid to go home.
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have to think very seriously about involving the Maoists in their
struggles. Will its armed squads stay and fight state repression that
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People
who live in situations like this do not simply take instructions from a
handful of ideologues who appear out of nowhere waving guns. Their
decisions of what strategies to employ take into account a whole host of
considerations: the history of the struggle, the nature of the
repression, the urgency of the situation and the landscape in which
their struggle is taking place. The decision of whether to be a Gandhian
or a Maoist, militant or peaceful, or a bit of both (like in
Nandigram), is not always a moral or ideological one. Quite often, it’s a
tactical one. Gandhian satyagraha, for example, is a kind of political
theatre. In order for it to be effective, it needs a sympathetic
audience which villagers deep in the forest do not have. When a posse of
800 policemen lay a cordon around a forest village at night and begin
to burn houses and shoot people, will a hunger strike help? (Can
starving people go on a hunger strike? And do hunger strikes work when
they are not on TV?) Equally, guerrilla warfare is a strategy that
villages in the plains, with no cover for tactical retreat, cannot
afford. Fortunately, people are capable of breaking through ideological
categories, and of being Gandhian in Jantar Mantar, militant in the
plains and guerrilla fighters in the forest without necessarily
suffering from a crisis of identity. The strength of the insurrection in
India is its diversity, not uniformity.
Since the government has expanded its
definition of “Maoist” to include anybody who opposes it, it shouldn’t
come as a surprise that the Maoists have moved to centrestage. However,
their doctrinal inflexibility, their reputed inability to countenance
dissent, to work with other political formations and, most of all, their
single-minded, grim, military imagination makes them too small to fill
the giant pair of boots that is currently on offer.
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in a lot of debate around Maoism is the tendency to cast “the masses”,
the adivasis in this case, as the dimwitted horde, incapable of taking
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(When
I met Comrade Roopi in the forest, the first thing the techie-whiz did
after greeting me was to ask about an interview with me published soon
after the Maoists had attacked Rani Bodili, a girls’ school in Dantewada
which had turned into a police camp. More than 50 policemen and SPOs
were killed. “We were glad,” she said, “that you refused to condemn our
Rani Bodili attack, but then in the same interview you said that if the
Maoists ever come to power, the first person we would hang would
probably be you. Why did you say that? Why do you think we’re like
that?” I was settling into my long answer but we were distracted. I
would probably have started with Stalin’s purges—in which millions of
ordinary people and almost half of the 75,000 Red Army officers were
either jailed or shot and 98 out of 139 Central Committee members were
arrested, gone on to the huge price people paid for China’s Great Leap
Forward and the Cultural Revolution, and might have ended with the
Pedamallapuram incident in Andhra Pradesh, when the Maoists, in its
previous avatar as People’s War, killed the village sarpanch and
assaulted women activists for refusing to obey their call to boycott
elections.)
Who for? Is the aluminium for other nations’ arms industries?
Coming back to the question: Who can fill that giant pair of boots?
Perhaps it cannot, and should not be, a single pair of feet. Sometimes
it seems very much as though those who have a radical vision for a
newer, better world do not have the steel it takes to resist the
military onslaught, and those who have the steel do not have the vision.
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are capable of being Gandhian in Jantar Mantar, militant in the plains,
guerrilla fighters in the forests. The strength of the insurrection in
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Right
now, the Maoists are the most militant end of a bandwidth of resistance
movements fighting an assault on adivasi homelands by a cartel of
mining and infrastructure companies. To deduce from this that the CPI
(Maoist) is in principle a party with a new way of thinking about
“development” or the environment might be a little far-fetched. (The one
reassuring sign is that it has cautiously said that it is against big
dams. If it means what it says, that alone would automatically lead to a
radically different development model.) For a political party that is
widely seen as opposing the onslaught of corporate mining, the Maoists’
policy (and practice) on mining remains pretty woolly. In several places
where people are fighting mining companies, there is a persistent view
that the Maoists are not averse to allowing mining and mining-related
infrastructure projects to go ahead as long as they are given protection
money. From interviews and statements made by their senior leaders on
the subject of mining, what emerges is just a sort of “we’ll do a better
job” approach. They vaguely promise “environmentally sustainable”
mining, higher royalties, better resettlement for the displaced and
higher stakes for the “stakeholders”. (The present minister for mining
and mineral resources too, thinking along the same lines, stood up in
Parliament and promised that 26 per cent of the “profits” from mining
would go into “tribal development”. What a feast
that will be for the pigs at the trough!)
But let’s take a brief look at the star attraction in the mining
belt—the several trillion dollars worth of bauxite. There is no
environmentally sustainable way of mining bauxite and processing it into
aluminium. It’s a highly toxic process that has been exported out of
their own environments by most western countries. To produce one tonne
of aluminium, you need about six tonnes of bauxite, more than a thousand
tonnes of water and a massive amount of electricity. For that amount of
captive water and electricity, you need big dams, which, as we know,
come with their own cycle of cataclysmic destruction. Last of all—the
big question—what is the aluminium for? Where is it going? Aluminium is
the principal ingredient in the weapons industry—for other countries’
weapons’ industries. Given this, what would a sane, “sustainable” mining
policy be? Suppose, for the sake of argument, the CPI (Maoist) were
given control of the so-called Red Corridor, the tribal homeland—with
its riches of uranium, bauxite, limestone, dolomite, coal, tin, granite,
marble—how would it go about the business of policymaking and
governance? Would it mine minerals to put on the market in order to
create revenue, build infrastructure and expand its operations? Or would
it mine only enough to meet people’s basic needs? How would it define
“basic needs”? For instance, would nuclear weapons be “a basic need” in a
Maoist nation-state?
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day capitalism is forced to tolerate non-capitalist societies in its
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Judging
from what is happening in Russia and China and even Vietnam, eventually
communist and capitalist societies have one thing in common—the dna of
their dreams. After their revolutions, after building socialist
societies that millions of workers and peasants paid for with their
lives, both countries now have unbridled capitalist economies. For them
too, the ability to consume has become the yardstick by which progress
is measured. For this kind of “progress” you need industry. To feed the
industry you need a steady supply of raw material. For that you need
mines, dams, domination, colonies, war. Old powers are waning, new ones
rising. Same story, different characters—rich countries plundering poor
ones. Yesterday, it was Europe and America, today it’s India and China.
Maybe tomorrow it’ll be Africa. Will there be a tomorrow? Perhaps it’s
too late to ask, but hope has little to do with reason.
Can we expect that an alternative to what looks like certain death
for the planet will come from the imagination that has brought about
this crisis in the first place? It seems unlikely. The alternative, if
there is one, will emerge from the places and the people who have
resisted the hegemonic impulse of capitalism and imperialism instead of
being coopted by it.
Here in India, even in the midst of all the violence and greed, there
is still immense hope. If anyone can do it, we can do it. We still have
a population that has not yet been completely colonised by that
consumerist dream. We have a living tradition of those who have
struggled for Gandhi’s vision of sustainability and self-reliance, for
socialist ideas of egalitarianism and social justice. We have Ambedkar’s
vision, which challenges the Gandhians as well as the Socialists in
serious ways. We have the most spectacular coalition of resistance
movements with experience, understanding and vision.
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lives low down on the ground, its arms around the people who battle
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Most
important of all, India has a surviving adivasi population of almost
100 million. They are the ones who still know the secrets of sustainable
living. If they disappear, they will take those secrets with them. Wars
like Operation Green Hunt will make them disappear. So victory for the
prosecutors of these wars will contain within itself the seeds of
destruction, not just for adivasis, but eventually, for the human race.
That’s why the war in Central India is so important. That’s why we need a
real and urgent conversation between all those political formations
that are resisting this war.
The day capitalism is forced to tolerate non-capitalist societies in
its midst and to acknowledge limits in its quest for domination, the day
it is forced to recognise that its supply of raw material will not be
endless is the day when change will come. If there is any hope for the
world at all, it does not live in climate change conference rooms or in
cities with tall buildings. It lives low down on the ground, with its
arms around the people who go to battle every day to protect their
forests, their mountains and their rivers because they know that the
forests, the mountains and the rivers protect them.
The first step towards reimagining a world gone terribly wrong would
be to stop the annihilation of those who have a different imagination—an
imagination that is outside of capitalism as well as communism. An
imagination which has an altogether different understanding of what
constitutes happiness and fulfilment. To gain this philosophical space,
it is necessary to concede some physical space for the survival of those
who may look like the keepers of our past, but who may really be the
guides to our future. To do this, we have to ask our rulers: Can you
leave the water in the rivers? The trees in the forest? Can you leave
the bauxite in the mountain?
If they say they cannot, then perhaps they should stop preaching morality to the victims of their wars.
