Archive for June, 2008

Remembering the Horror in Bangladesh

Monday, June 30th, 2008

My grandparents, for some reason saved their copies of the Illustrated Weekly from the fifties onwards. They only stopped saving them during the Emergency in the mid-seventies, the censorship of that era probably made the gesture meaningless. We spent our winter holidays at their home in Allahabad, and I would spend hours leafing through those old magazines. Which is how I found out about the Bangladesh War of Independence in 1971, years after the fact. From the BBC:

The crisis was precipitated when East Pakistanis (who later became Bangladeshis) voted overwhelmingly in favour of autonomy and West Pakistan responded by sending in its army.

Hundreds of thousands of people were killed, including Hindus, political activists, intellectuals and students. The Pakistani army carried out “collective punishment” where they suspected villagers of helping the freedom fighters.

Thousands of women were raped, millions fled into India. Bangladeshis say the killings amounted to a genocide and that three million people died.

Sometimes one can pin-point the exact moment one’s sense of self and the world changes irrevocably. Reading about that war was a moment like that. I must have been about ten, and it dawned on me that the world could be an anonymously cruel place. I did not know what the words ‘rape’ or ‘massacre’ meant, but it didn’t matter. The horror of 1971 was hard-wired into my brain.

I had an occasion to recall that feeling on reading about an effort in Bangladesh to prosecute perpetrators of the atrocities for war-crimes. One of the main organizations behind this effort is the War Crimes Fact Finding Committee, which is pressuring the Government of Bangladesh to go over its documents, gathered over 19 years and prosecute those responsible. Interestingly, many of the people it wants to be brought to justice are those who collaborated with the Pakistani army in the massacres:

In one of the most notorious incidents of the war, more than 150 academics and journalists (including BBC reporter Nizamuddin Ahmed) were rounded up in Dhaka on the eve of Pakistan’s defeat and killed by members of a group call Al-Badr, which was allegedly made up of members of the religious party Jamaat-e-Islami.

Jamaat-e-Islami is a coalition partner in the present government, so this is a very large skeleton rattling in its cupboard. And true to form, as things go in these circumstances, Dr. Hassan, one of the organizers of the movement, has received death threats for his trouble.

To find out more about this particularly dark period in Bangladesh’s history look at the Bangladesh Genocide Archive. I didn’t quite have the stomach to go through it. Wikipedia has a good entry about the war and its political and cultural context.

Potted Plants

Sunday, June 22nd, 2008

Here is a micro-play I wrote a while back.

POTTED PLANTS-OR SAY SOMETHING IF YOU SEE SOMETHING

CHARACTERS
Mabel-a little old lady
June-Mabel’s neighbor, entering middle age

LOCATION
A neat little garden in front of a semi-detached townhouse.

TIME
A lovely summers day

JUNE
Your roses are beautiful

MABEL
So they are. I never believed in false modesty, but I can certainly say a nice thank you. Thank you.

JUNE
What is your secret?

MABEL
Kill your husband and bury him in the garden.

JUNE
Ha, ha, you are funny.

MABEL
Yes, funny how Frank makes such good fertilizer.

JUNE
Com’on Mabel

MABEL
You are right…

JUNE
Yeah, not even in your dreams

MABEL
Speaking of dreams, I dreamed last night that Frank went to Pakistan

JUNE
What for?

MABEL
He wanted to get one of them Pashtun outfits, you know the long shirt and the baggy pants, and grow a beard.

JUNE
And then?

MABEL
Well, he went off and joined the Taleban.

JUNE
Wow. Where is Frank anyway?

MABEL
He went out of town.

JUNE
But Frank never goes anywhere.

MABEL
Well, he’s gone now.

JUNE
That is strange.

MABEL
Oh well, gotta go.

JUNE
Go where Mabel? Something the matter?

MABEL
At my age? no.

JUNE
You are being evasive. Its Frank, isn’t it? Where is he?

MABEL
I told you. He is fertilizer.

JUNE
More like a fertilizer bomb.

MABEL
No, just for the roses.

JUNE
He grew a beard you said.

MABEL
In my dream.

JUNE
What? you were in on it, it was your dream too? eh! death to America. Your dream. Our biggest nightmare.

MABEL
Frank is buried in the garden.

JUNE
You mean he will be in the garden of paradise with a hundred virgins.

MABEL
You are crazy.

JUNE
Not as crazy as you. You freedom hater you. (she whips out her cell phone and punches 911)
Hello, Homeland Security. I saw something and want to say something. A woman just helped her husband go to Pakistan and become a terrorist.

MABEL
I keep telling you, I killed Frank and buried him in the rosebed. (June ignores her and continues to talk into the phone in a whisper) Hey! listen to me. I killed my husband and buried…

(CURTAIN as Rose and Mabel go on repeating their dialogue and action)

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