Academia and the Political

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A Conversation between Prasanta Chakravarty and Pothik Ghosh

 

 

 

 

Institutions and Their Sites

Prasanta: Over the past few years there has been a steady shift in the way the academic world is being reorganised and engineered in India. If the break-up of the USSR and the fall of the Berlin Wall gave an impetus to the initial set of policy shifts in the early nineties, the UPA II has been far more ruthless and clinical in its push and success for a set of reforms in the educational sector that is in consonance with larger social changes we witness. The public relations have been quite effective on the face of it. The middle class too, in some sense, is now ready and bloodthirsty to usher in rank consumerism and globalised politics in education. The economic downturn over the past few years has paradoxically emboldened the government to experiment with further reforms and surveillance. In this context, different kinds of responses are emerging from within the educators and intellectuals themselves. One form of response intrigues me a lot—the response of the responsible institution builder, the one who is inclusive, large hearted and reaches out to various ‘stakeholders’.

 
Pothik: You do, indeed, have very good reasons to be intrigued. But my question is how exactly should one map such responses, both in terms of their symbolic economy, and their articulation within the constitutive political-economic structure of the university as an exclusive and exclusivist site of intellectual production? Don’t you think such responses, which are discursively grounded in liberalism, function more as ideological legitimation for the policy-bound neoliberal offensive on our education system, the higher education system in particular, rather than anything else – namely, a liberal politics to democratise the university? Given the changed character of the conjuncture, is it even possible for such liberal responses to be truly effective with regard to democratisation of the university in any small measure? For, what else can the persistence of liberal politics in a neoliberal conjuncture be save an ideology that legitimises the latter and its attendant state-formation and institutional architecture? The principal question for those interested in resisting such all-out neoliberal attack on the liberal institution of the university, and its humanist ethos, in order to deepen the process of its democratisation, is how to envisage a critical struggle that is simultaneously directed both at the authorities and this petty-bourgeois layer of liberal intermediaries in their myriad variety from among the academic community. Can such a politics be imagined without making problematisation and critique of the bourgeois-liberal conception of academics as an exclusive and exclusivist modality of intellectual production, and university as its constitutive material-institutional site, its integral part?

 
That brings me to your assertion about the middle class being, “in some sense now ready and bloodthirsty to usher in rank consumerism and globalised politics in education”. I do not dispute the correctness of such a statement, and, yet, I tend to think that the way you have framed the problem bespeaks a nostalgic and moral registration of the same. Here I would wish to repeat my earlier concerns in a slightly different register. Is it possible, for instance, to develop an effective and comprehensive critique of the neoliberal commodification of education in terms of education as a right? After all, is not the liberal discourse of rights, on which most current critiques of commodification of education have willy-nilly tended to base themselves, structurally and epochally continuous with the neoliberal discourse and practice of commodification (which ought to be read as marketisation)? I mean what unites the two moments — embedded liberalism of early capitalism and neoliberalism of late capitalism — is epochality of the capitalist structure or logic of commodity fetishism, which includes as much the commodity fetish as the fetish character of the socio-economic relations that are its constitutively objective condition of possibility. To the extent that differential inclusion is the conceptual and structural presupposition for the discourse and practice of the politics of rights, such politics is nothing but the concrete expression and reproduction of the fetish character of social relations. That, in other words, is the capitalist specificity of power relations — the socially mediated nature of power.

 
Don’t you think the institutionalised system of education in general, and the institutionalised system of higher education in particular, has, right from its inception, been integral to the segmentation of labour-power and labour market, and thus the stratification of the entire formation of production and socialisation? Therefore, can a struggle against the neoliberal reorganisation of our education system, the university particularly, be truly effective unless it becomes constellationally integral to a larger radical movement that seeks to decimate the epochal capitalist logic of segmentation of labour-power by confronting that logic in its conjuncturally specific and concrete mediation?

 

Between Democratisation and Negation: Love in the Time of the Public Sphere

Prasanta: You have brought up two very specific points of interest. The first is the very definition of a university—which you feel by its very nature is a liberal humanist institution and hence the role of the professors who reach out in order to get into a game of balancing various stakeholders, or ask for time from the parliament and so forth in order to actually fortify liberal democratic structures of governance are actually fulfilling their role at best as social democrats. I can see your critique has a lasting point, for you are seeking a (a) a reconsideration of the institution of university itself and (b) that such institutions and its members, students and functionaries cannot function in void but rather have to relate to material changes that are happening outside of such cocooned world. These are important arguments.

 

To the first—whether a radical critique of the university itself is required is a point that has been thought by a few in different ways. There is one that is currently doing the rounds. It is a further refined way of ushering in speculative capital and knowledge economy by divesting universities all together and creating virtual worlds and MOOCs by dint of which the university, as we know, that is old liberal humanist idea of the university, will vanish and more utilitarian, job-oriented and shared virtual courses will be developed. This is actually divesting the university of its residual public functions.

 

On the other hand, we know that there have been experiments with other kinds of universities and educational fora. Tagore’s Visvabharati experiment comes immediately to mind, in which the university is neither cut off from the local structures of everydayness and community values nor is it glibly parochial. It is a nationalist-international experiment actually. Isabel Hofmeyr has recently directed us to the practices and printing culture of Phoenix Farm in the way Gandhi had worked it out and has made us particularly aware of the very idea of ‘slow reading’ of texts, whereby a whole different mode of existence and education could be conceived outside of the vagaries of the market and disciplinary practices of a Weberian work ethic.

 

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But I am also thinking about Jose Marti’s excellent essay in this context, titled ‘A False Concept of Public Education’, written for La Nacion in 1886. Marti is arguing for love and openness in education in the true utopian spirit, but without sacrificing diligence and rigour—which is spontaneous, not crafted. A few lines are worth quoting: “Why improve public instruction in its outer form and in the material resources—a labour of constant and impassioned tenderness—if the teachers who transmit it…have not been able to save themselves from the malign influence of this national life so lacking in expansion and love? Why accumulate rules, distribute texts, grade courses, erect buildings, pile up statistics…which hardens and embitters, or discontented or impatient young people who are like flocks of birds outside of school….”

 

It is quite apparent that Marti is asking for a much more fundamental change in our institutions. (a) The power to say no—a politics of total and wholesale negation not just of schools and universities as we have known but of a mentality, a culture of competition, and (b) to be able to sensually and joyously relate learning to the very materiality of life itself—for men are not men, but are like flocks of birds. He is asking us to reject the grand project of sterile and repugnant knowledge accumulation for mere human flourishing and growth. The intermediaries, the scholars asking for time in order to implement their own idea of scholarship, are neither negating nor joyously embracing the sensual materiality of our existence. We must rethink the university radically and reject the reptilian scholars and dons who seek to reach out and argue for inclusion and time. Now is the time to create possibilities of radical antagonism by utter and total rejection of the powers-that be.

 

The other point of the idea of commodification and the possibility of its being co-opted within a rights discourse is well taken. I was not trying to undermine the issue of production. The point is not to see education as basic right for every individual and so forth, as liberal democratic set up might conceive it. What I meant was that the segmentation that you are talking about is getting more visibilized now with divisions within the classes becoming sharper and the arriviste class has no qualms now in radically dividing and destroying our better public institutions and opting for rapid and ruthless private means in order to further their own privileged interests. The point I am trying to raise here is about a highly subtle form of betrayal by our best minds, by opting and encouraging a politics of responsibility and a climate of the possible, in times when we need to go all out, cry blue murder and seek radical negation. Without fanfare. We must create alternative structures and platforms of education, nay sharing perhaps, which will reject division of labour that you are referring to.

 

Pothik: Let me to begin in a desultory fashion. You have contended how the “arriviste class” — another way of articulating your earlier formulation of the new middle class, I suppose – has, as an integral part of the neoliberal state-formation, had “no qualms…in radically dividing and destroying our better public institutions and opting for rapid and ruthless private means in order to further their own privileged interests”. While I fully concur with the need to confront this class on the terrain of those institutions that are bearing the brunt of its offensive, the strategy of such class struggle can neither be radical nor effective if it continues to think and envisage itself in terms of the systemically given and epochal binary of the ‘good’ public versus the ‘evil’ private. Instead, one would do well to begin by problematising this (eroding) liberal idea and reality of the public in the same movement that one engages the neoliberal assault on it in a no-holds-barred class warfare. Is not the liberal idea of the public, and its institutional actuality, bourgeois to begin with? Does that, therefore, not imply that we seek the roots of the current neoliberal offensive on such an idea and its institutional materiality precisely in the structural-genetics (or architectonic) of the latter.

 

I am compelled to ask again, is not the neoliberal conjuncture, and all that it entails in terms of the policy offensive of its state-formation on the education sector, the outcome of the recomposition of the liberal conjuncture of early capitalism due to the unfolding and extended reproduction of the epochal logic of capital constitutive of the latter? I would, in fact, ask the same question when you similarly argue that the policy attempt to transform the university into an institutionality for developing and disseminating “utilitarian job-oriented and shared virtual courses” “actually (amounts to) divesting the university of its residual public functions”. However, the public-versus-private line of argument, in the context of fighting the privatising assault of neoliberal capital on the public good of education, can be productive only if we think of and affirm the idea of the public in terms of the “proletarian public sphere”. A conception that is radically antagonistic to and separate from the Habermassian liberal-bourgeois public sphere constitutive of “communicative rationality”. The former conception is anticipated by Walter Benjamin in some of his entries in ‘One-Way Street’, and finds full-fledged conceptual formulation in a collaborative work by Oskar Negt and Alexander Kluge.

 

You also contend that one of the ways in which the idea of radical critique of the university, which I insisted upon earlier, has been thought of “is a further refined way of ushering in speculative capital and knowledge economy by divesting universities altogether and create virtual worlds and MOOCs by which the university as we know—that is old liberal humanist idea of the university will vanish and more utilitarian job-oriented and shared virtual courses will be developed”. Now, I would entirely agree with such an argument if what it’s implying is that such an interpretation of the idea of radical critique of the university must be stoutly resisted as a mischievous and equivocal misinterpretation of that radical idea by the powers-that-be in order to surreptitiously garner the consent of the progressive and radical sections of the university community for its pernicious neoliberal agenda. But if the intended implication of such an argument is that one must steer clear of broaching the idea of radical critique of the university because it is pre-programmed for abuse — that, I know from personal experience, is the reason why many ‘state socialist’ progressive academics of Delhi University tend to come up with such an argument – then I would disagree vehemently with it. There should be no confusion in our minds that such neoliberal measures, even though they may at times come couched in the idiom of radical critique of the university as a liberal-humanist institution, is the obverse of such critique. Such measures are tantamount to an increasing actual subsumption of the university by capital, and not its radical, anti-capitalist critique by any stretch of imagination.

 

Notwithstanding some difference in our respective strategic perspectives, you too, in the final analysis, are arguing for the need to envisage resistance against the neoliberal assault on the academia and the concomitant struggle to democratise the university as “radical negation”. One that will “create alternative structures and platforms of education, nay sharing perhaps, which will reject such division of labour that you are referring to”. On that score, our strategic perspectives clearly appear to be in sync. Yet, given that your understanding of the situation is through an insider’s direct experience, what I would be more interested in is how you adumbrate the concretely specific (tactical-programmatic) terms in which the academic community (students, teachers and other non-teaching employees) can, in your reckoning, collectively start envisaging and articulating such a strategy of radical negation in its praxical actuality.

 

In that context, I would wish to critically reflect on Tagore’s Vishwabharati experiment? as your example of one of the many alternative educational forms to that of the bourgeois liberal-humanist university. You are absolutely right in drawing sympathetic attention to Vishwabharati as Tagore’s realisation of his vision of “the university (being) neither cut off from the local structures of everydayness and community values nor (being) glibly parochial” but being “a nationalist-internationalist experiment”. Your juxtaposition of Gandhi’s Phoenix Farm experiment in South Africa with Tagore’s Vishwabharati model is, in that context, quite appropriately relevant. The methodological convergence between Tagore’s pedagogical vision – embodied not merely by Vishwabharati but also by his Sri Niketan experiment – and Gandhi’s “Nayi Taleem”, the differences in their larger philosophical and political presuppositions notwithstanding, are there for everyone to see. Tagore’s pedagogical vision that undergirded his Vishwabharati experiment, not unlike Gandhi’s “Nayi Taleem”, was based on envisaging the organicity of ideas (the mental or the intellectual) to the materiality of everyday life. As a result, his Vishwabharati experiment can be seen as an attempt to articulate and establish a more intersubjective and thus dynamic process of knowledge production that would effect the collapse of the educator/educated hierarchy and, in the process, pose as its performative dimension the form of dissolution of the bourgeois liberal academy as an exclusive and exclusivist site of intellectual production. That Tagore’s Vishwabharati has become the UGC’s Vishwabharati, however, reveals that a structural gap has intervened between Tagore’s educational philosophy and its effect.

 

The question is, where exactly can this gap between philosophy and its effect be located? As far as I am concerned, the problem lies precisely in the way Tagore conceives of the materiality of everyday life. Tagore, while seeking to ensure that Vishwabharati , as an alternative form of intellectual production, was not “cut off from the local structures” of such everydayness, grasped everyday life not as an ontology of critique and politics but in terms of an anthropological invariant that is objectively given in and as diverse life-forms in their localised specificities. Not surprisingly, and in spite of the best of intentions, this inevitably led once again to the restoration of the logic of subject/object duality, rendering the Tagorean form of the intersubjective pedagogical process an ideological practice that legitimises the appropriative, accumulationist and alienating modality of the academic production of knowledge and ideas.

 

For me, the Marti essay you cite, will always pose a far more radical approach to the problem of education, and not merely because it declaratively calls for the subversion and decimation of academia as a privileged site of intellectual production but because by stressing on the centrality of “love” and the attendant spirit of sharing and openness to a democratic sociality of education (and intellectual production) it clearly indicates that the question of democratisation of education and knowledge production cannot be adequately and effectively addressed outside the context of transformative politics. For love is possible — as Pasolini seems to be repeatedly telling us through his poetry, novels and films (especially, The Hawks and the Sparrows) – only in and as abolition of power. Badiou too has explicated this Pasolinian concern in his own inimitable way. The radical philosopher, following Lacan, conceptualises love as an ‘intersubjectivity’ of encounter (“relationality of the non-relational”), and not an intersubjectivity of relationality, and thus power. Clearly, the negation of the latter is the inescapable condition of possibility of the former. For this reason Badiou terms love “the basic unit of communism”. Love is, therefore, affirmative negation, which in turn is nothing but the revolutionary politics of class struggle. Such politics of radical antagonism is not a conflict of classes along the axis of perpetual friend/enemy divide, a la Carl Schmitt. It is, instead, a war, as Marx would say, for the abolition of classes and not equality among them. In other words, this would be a war that inheres in love as its necessary condition of possibility. Not for nothing did Victor Serge describe revolutionary politics as “war without hate”.

 

The centrality of love and the spirit of openness and sharing (communisation) to the sociality of an egalitarian process of education and a democratising modality of intellectual production in Marti’s tradition of politics as education has evidently been carried forward by the transformative political project of Latin American liberation theology, and the current tendencies of South American radical politics that in all its diversity has come out of that legacy of liberation theology. Paolo Freire’s acutely politicised and highly radicalised educational philosophical legacy of “pedagogy of the oppressed” and “pedagogy of hope”, which now stands generalised as a form of critical political inquiry beyond Latin America, is a typically representative example of the political project of liberation theology.

 

Love as the basis of the sociality of education and knowledge production opens up the new intersubjectivity of encounter – as opposed to relationality – both at the level of educator/educated, and thus also at the level of the subject and object of knowledge production. It’s in this context that Freirean “pedagogy of the oppressed”, with its moorings in liberation theology and its ethico-political conception of wisdom of love (as opposed to love of wisdom), which it evidently shares with Marti, rearticulates Marx’s critique of anthropologistic “contemplative materialism” of Feurbach – “the educator must be educated” — from within the cultural specificity of its own experiential universe. This universe is one where religion is experienced and affirmed in its internal division as alienated and “non-alienated” (Enrique Dussel’s conception of Christian religion and theology as an idiom of critical praxis and non-alienated social being).

 

This dialogic and radical intersubjective modality of the Freirean “pedagogy of the oppressed” and “pedagogy of hope” has strong affinities with the modality of teaching/learning that Ranciere, through his post-Althusserian historico-philosophical investigations into the lives and cultures of the working class-in-formation in 19th century France, particularly in his, The Ignorant Schoolmaster, unearths and affirms. The form of knowledge that such dialogic, radical and praxological modality of education and intellectual production yields is what Nietzsche called “gay science” – a short-circuit between the finite particularity of experience and the infinite generality of knowledge to produce the singular-universality of praxological science. This is neither the time nor the place for a philosophical excursus. Nevertheless, I feel compelled to clarify, by making a minor digression, that even as I affirm gay science as the form of knowledge that is produced in and by the dialogic and praxological intersubjective modality of pedagogy, I am not a Nietzschean.

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To return once again to the question of a more egalitarian and democratised modality of education and/or intellectual production. What, in a more precise and operative sense, is the methodology for actualising the Freirean pedagogical principle of radically dialogic intersubjectivity? Freire’s “pedagogy of the oppressed”, which defines liberation “not as a gift, not self-achievement, but a mutual process”, is based on the mutualist concept of “conscientizaco” (conscientisation) that is an indispensable part of Latin American liberation theology and its cultural and linguistic universe of the “dialogics” of fraternal love. Freire writes by way of explanation: “The important thing from the point of view of libertarian education, is for the people to come to feel like masters of their thinking by discussing the thinking and views of the world explicitly or implicitly manifest in their own suggestions and those of their comrades. Because this view of education starts with the conviction that it cannot present its own program but must search for this program dialogically with the people, it serves to introduce the pedagogy of the oppressed, in the elaboration of which the oppressed must participate.”

 

Of  Unhinged Loose Can(n)ons and Revolutionary Pedagogy

Prasanta: In the light of your quite clear and patent articulations, let me clarify two things. First, let me elaborate further on what I mean by a politics of negation as far as education is concerned. And second, let me also tentatively consider whether there are ways to evade and bypass the available options in India right now, and think of some other ways of sharing. I must say that my position is rather minimal, rudimentary and halting in aspiration. This is not because it is a question of being righteous. What I am sanguine about is a necessity to think afresh, and stay clear of certain gestures and modes in and through which the game of higher education is played in India within the academia. I repeat—unlike you (since I draw salary from an institution directly under the government ) — I do not consider myself outside of this structure at all. Hence, these promptings and reflections.

 

As I see it, there are two sides to the idea of negation. One is coming straight from trying to make sense of the idea of liberal public which you rightly critique. One notices in academia—a pattern, a perpetuating tapestry, which is also a surer staircase to certain notions of success. This pattern, this tacit consensus, cutting across political positions asks us to act responsibly in all circumstances. We have a most wonderful articulation of this mode of behaviour in Max Weber’s watershed essay, ‘Politics as a Vocation’, where he makes a distinction between an ethic of conviction or ultimate end and an ethic of responsibility. The crusader, for Weber, religious and revolutionary alike (characteristically the liberal makes no distinction between the two) engage in a politics of ends. This is a dangerous form of romantic indulgence to Weber. He sees the revolutionary or the man of conviction as a windbag, a poser and a populist. The mature man, on the other hand, is aware of a responsibility for the consequences of his conduct. This ethic of responsibility is a ‘spiritual calling’ for the large-hearted liberal. Only this man, the responsible man, can be bequeathed with the reins of the world—of the political arena, of schools and colleges, of factories and assembly lines, of various kinds of administration. This is how liberals relate governance to well being.

 

Now, such motivated zeal for building institutions around an order of responsibility gets further complicated in academicians who see themselves as opposing the liberals and take a different position in scholarship and styling—for example, various modes of communitarianism—invoking philosophies of Levinas, Charles Taylor or Gandhi or such ethical modalities of practice, is one curious phenomenon. Sometimes such positions are taken by left-liberals who, having little independent left motivation, always and eventually move into the same Weberian mode of responsibility at the earliest opportunity. I recall a short story by Shambhu Mitra titled ‘Aranya’, where the protagonist, Anil Roy, comes out with a stunning, blasphemous statement at one point: “Tomader moner bhetore kono thakurghor nei. Leftism er buli aar nirlojjo opportunism er barnoshankar shontan tomra.” (You don’t have a sanctum-sanctorum within your soul? You are a monstrous hybrid progeny of left posturing and rank opportunism). I have seen this quite closely inthe workings of a couple of research institutes in India—how the ruthless magic of critical left intelligentsia works!

 

What happens in such cases is that the stands taken inevitably become inward looking and instead of actually relating to material practices, even actual communist or communitarian practice, become academicised, austere, bonsai-ised. Thereafter the story is predictable—friends are mobilized, coteries are formed, politeness prevails and swords are unsheathed stealthily. This is how the game is played—by a strange institutional logic and you dare disturb the applecart at the peril of being sidelined systematically from the scene altogether. I see all forms of ideologies happily coexisting in this mode of maturity—the ex-Trot can dine with the nativist, the radical humanist with the soft-Hindutva guy. No problem at all. Either flag bearing, jesting or magic! This is not to say that one is looking for something authentic and righteous outside the game. But the stakes of the game need to be slotted somewhere much higher.

 

The whole mode is deeply and completely risk averse, anti-romantic, shuns conviction and has little to do with intellectual practice. It is here that one needs to invoke The Ignorant Schoolmaster as you have rightly done (though you have distanced yourself from that tradition at the same time). One must unequivocally root for a certain naiveté and surefooted stance in matters of higher education. While I see your critique of Tagore and Gandhi perfectly well, I feel there are moments of dissension and negation that must operate at two levels at the same time. On one hand, at the level of ‘praxical actuality’ as you have suggested. Here it is important to take the fight to ‘friends’ who are acting and egging on responsibility and counter that with sweeping modes of irresponsibility all the time. There is a very interesting word in Bangla and I am sure there are cognates in most languages: paglachoda. This refers to a certain mode of unpredictability in a social actor, someone who is unhinged in his acts and therefore most deeply irresponsible. For practising utter and complete negation, one needs such naïve and rigorous paglachodas in dozens. Paglachodas do not have the burden of radicalism. They have no burden to agitate and save the world. Most of all they have no burden to act conscientiously. They can come from multiple dispensations: classists, romantics, Dalit activists, Marxists, having other new social motivations and so forth. The common minimum  baseline is their refusal to give in to predictability and accountability. Only such people can talk back to authority with little at stake and think and spread the Marti variety of love and non-sentimentality.
There are ways of being irresponsible that would disturb and negate the logic of institution building. One must practice those in the academia all the time so that the protocols of moderation and disciplining are queered repeatedly. One can, for example remain silent and keep the opponents at tenterhooks—while taking crucial oppositional positions when time and occasion requires taking some institutional decisions. But one also has to be careful while talking about negation. Italo Calvino, taking stock of the post-1960s generation , in his lovely piece ‘Right and Wrong Uses of Literature’, asked the pertinent question that after the days of great theoretical breakthroughs and dismantling of humans from the human sciences and so on in the last century, one felt that the ground had been cleared for some new works of art and new structuring. But what came out of it—Nothing!: “ The new political radicalism of the students of 1968 was marked in Italy by a rejection of literature. It was not the literature of negation that was proposed , but the negation of literature.” Of course, Calvino is talking here about the rejection of the wishy-washy notion of a committed writer and it is leading to nothing that is sharper or complex or critical. Calvino’s own replies to this predicament do not always impress me but the point about negation is well taken. Another way to ask the question is to ponder how is it possible to uphold rigorous intellectual pessimism (which is the most important quality to be honed of one has to triumph over this all round barbaric dance of happiness) and yet practice commitment and conviction?

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The obverse, the more positive side to negation is to seek out more paglachodas  around you, around your locality, around regions, nationally and globally—for such politics is about forging that many-headed hydra about which Linebaugh and Rediker had informed us long ago. From my little experience in the academia I cannot but agree with Arvind Krishna Mehrotra’s recent pronouncement: “ The great betrayal of our literature has been primarily by those who teach in the country’s English departments, the academic community whose job it was to green the hill sides by planting them with biographies, scholarly editions, selections carrying new introductions, histories, canon-shaping (or canon-breaking) anthologies, readable translations, revaluations, exhaustive bibliographies devoted to individual authors, and critical essays….” Surely, Mehrotra is trying to impart and induce guilt somewhere, which is not a good idea, but he is right in the sense that the academia has lost touch with the wider cultural and political questions altogether. It has lost touch altogether with the anonymous, defeated people around us. Encouraging and practising forms of responsibility is the most surreptitious way of propagating neoliberalism at this point.

 

Pothik: You have raised some rather interesting, and important, issues here. However, the only way I can hope to do some measure of justice to them is by taking a slightly long detour. One that must begin by clarifying in some detail why I, a complete outsider to the world of professional academics both in terms of credentials and stakes, should be interested in this engagement at all. The first, and most obvious, reason would be that as a Marxist inclined towards the actuality of militant revolutionary politics, I find the terrain of institutionalised academics, as it concretely is at this historical juncture, open and fertile for subjective intervention. But there is another more important reason. One that has to do less with how radical negation can be envisaged in the concrete specificity of the university, and more about how the revolutionary working-class movement itself (and those committed to it) can and must think the twin-problems of political education and revolutionary organisation.

 

Here I wish to make what might, at first glance, appear to be a dangerously scandalous statement: only the party of the proletarian revolution can be the new university. Before some of our ‘radical’ethicist friends in the academia (and even some outside it), with their deep sense of attachment to what they think is their academic/intellectual autonomy, go for my jugular, let me quickly and without much ado clarify what I am proposing here. I am most certainly not calling for the takeover of the university by this or that really-existing organisation or ‘party’ of the left. I am, in fact, doing precisely the opposite. I am, in calling for the (sublated) dissolution of the university into an active form of the revolutionary movement (the party), also unambiguously stressing on the ineluctable need to reconceptualise the existing modality of political education within the larger working-class movement, and its material form — the sundry sectist and sectarian organisations or ‘parties’.

 

Clearly, if the new university must be the party of the proletarian revolution, the party of the proletarian revolution cannot be the old university. To think, or talk, in terms of really-existing leftist organisations displacing or taking over the university would be to think in terms of competition of different hegemonies. That would, I must clarify, still be the case even if one were to talk of such takeover of the university by a hitherto non-existent, ideal organisation that will nevertheless not be essentially different from the ones that are already around. The question, therefore, is not about finding or building that best organisation which can take over the university. The question is not of takeover of the command system of the university at all. The question really is of envisaging a modality and form of intellectual production, which in the process of struggling against the materiality of hierarchical and hierarchising command systems of bourgeois institutions (state apparatuses) such as the university – or really-existing working-class political organisations for that matter — tends to seize control of them in order to decimate them even as they constitute themselves into a form that precludes the hierarchising and hierarchical system of command. It’s in this sense that a Marxist would, or at any rate should, envisage control of factories and universities by workers (including academic workers such as teachers and students). Otherwise it would amount to, regardless of what eventually prevails – the university under the leadership of the current authorities, or the university as subservient to a leftist organisation or ‘party’ – reproduction of the structural logic of hegemony. It would not, in any sense, be the counter-hegemonic critique of the structural-causality of domination and competition that the envisioning of the proletarian-revolutionary party as the new university is meant to be an articulation of.

 

The really-existing sectist and sectarian organisations and/or ‘parties’ of the working-class movement are, as far as their modality of political education is concerned – which is basically the modality of production and dissemination of political knowledge/intellect –no different from the hierarchical and hierarchising modality of intellectual production that the university, as a bourgeois liberal idea, is an embodiment of. In such circumstances, to unreflexively envisage an opposition of really-existing working-class political organisations or ‘parties’ against the university would amount to no more than a politics that seeks to effect displacement of ideology, which is precisely how ideology works and reproduces itself. Such a struggle, by virtue of being unreflexively posed against a dominant institution, would be a reproduction of the structural-functionality of ideology-in-internal-displacement and thus a perpetuation of hegemony as a principle. That, needless to say, would render such struggle a competition between two identities, even as it makes of the working-class organisations and/or ‘parties, in their unreflexive opposition to the university, as much of an ideological state apparatus as the university they seek to oppose.

 

The sundry really-existing organisations of the left and their unreflexive political orientations reveal that the modality of political education dominant within the working-class movement — one that they materially incarnate in being the unreflexive, and sectist and sectarian groups they empirically are – is the same bourgeois modality of exclusive/exclusivist intellectual production. There is one minor but crucial difference, though. And that is, unlike the university, the really-existing leftist organisations occupy, in objective historical terms, subordinate positions and are thus, in precisely those objective terms, ranged against really-existing institutional forms of domination. It is this that for me renders them more likely starting-points than the university for the transformation of the hierarchical and hierarchising bourgeois modality of intellectual production and education into a radically democratic and egalitarian modality of social being that is constitutive of the simultaneity of abolition and obviation of the hierarchical duality between the mental/intellectual and the material/manual. Such objective difference should not, however, be taken to mean that the intended transformation would be automatic.

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The question now is what will the intervention, which would effect such transformation, consist of. I think Ranciere’s post-Althusserian departure — which began with Althusser’s Lesson and which in terms of theoretical, if not also thematic, problematic unites his Proletarian Nights, The Philosopher and His Poor and last, but not least, The Ignorant Schoolmaster — provides some interesting insights on that score. I must, however, immediately also state that for me those insights are not so much in the affirmative, programmatic direction that Ranciere’s critical departure from Althusserian Leninism takes. A direction that I think is libertarianist and one, therefore, that I am loath to adopt. Instead, they lie in what his critique reveals, with indisputable precision, to be the trouble with (Early) Althusser’s philosophical Leninism.

 

In your earlier response you say I invoke Ranciere’s ‘The Ignorant Schoolmaster’ only to distance myself from that tradition. Let me try to be more pointedly specific why that is so. I earlier wrote, “Nevertheless, I feel compelled to clarify, by making a minor digression, that even as I affirm gay science as the form of knowledge that is produced in and by the dialogic and praxological intersubjective modality of pedagogy (a la Ranciere’s The Ignorant Schoolmaster), “I am not a Nietzschean.” Allow me to clarify further. In my reckoning, while gay scientificity is most certainly a critique of the metaphysical modality of infinite totalisation, whose mode of production/reception of knowledge is hierarchical and hierarchising, in Nietzsche it articulates and poses a conception of finite freedom as critique of infinite totalisation. I, on the other hand, tend to think in terms of a Marxian gay science – which can most likely be derived from Marx’s Theses on Feurbach – that would pose the singular-universal in its transfiniteness, and not as the singularity of finite freedom, as an affirmative critique of the metaphysical modality of infinite totalisation, and its constitutively hierarchical mode of knowledge production.

 

Now, at last, I come to where I had been trying to get to for a while. And it is the analogy — right after my heart — that you seem to be drawing between literature and education by citing Italo Calvino’s celebrated essay, ‘The Right and Wrong Uses of Literature’. Let me at the very outset say I share your reading of that essay, both in your appreciation and criticism of it. However, I must in my own language, and from the vantage-point of my political position, spell out how I encounter the twinned problematics of negation of literature and literature of negation. That will not only render evident the precise reason why I agree with you but also underscore, I think, crucial divergences between us on what we respectively infer from our otherwise convergent positions on that question. I do not in anyway subscribe to the idea of negation of literature as its abandonment or rejection. I think that to be a romantic conception of negation of literature, which deceives us by its radical appearance about the intentionality of its unconscious that is patently reactionary. Instead, I would pose an anti-romantic conception of negation of literature — which comes to me through Benjamin’s Schlegelian-romantic idea of a work of literature being self-sufficient in being both the work it is and its own criticism, and Brecht’s “gestic”, and thus de-aestheticising, conception of art. Here the negation of literature is meant not to be its rejection or abandonment, but its extenuation – going through literature to come out at its antipodes. This conception of negation of literature as its extenuation clearly indicates that negation of literature is a tendency rather than an ontic situation. In that context, the validity of literature of negation would lie precisely in it being a discourse of kenotic literary self-transcendence, rather than an aestheticised form or genre. Hermann Broch’s ‘The Death of Virgil’ — which is an example of a work of literature being both a declarative and performative manifesto for the overcoming of literature — immediately comes to mind. There are a few more modernist literary works — which through their respective structural compositions light up this path of kenotic literary self-transcendence — that I would like to mention here: Calvino’s ‘If On a Winter’s Night A Traveller’, Julio Cortazar’s ‘Hopscotch’ and Raymond Roussel’s ‘Locus Solus’. Augusto Boal’s “theatre of the oppressed” — a synthesis of Brecht’s “theatre of instruction” and Freire’s “pedagogy of the oppressed” — is, for me, personally one of the most important examples of art being the principle of its own overcoming and transfiguration into transformative politics.

 

Therefore, this approach of negation of literature clearly shows that it’s neither about literature being privileged over life as its determining moral norm nor life being privileged over literature as its determining aesthetic imperative. It is not about literature being a reflection of reality, or reality being a reflection of literature. Rather, the point is to envisage and grasp literature in terms of the real of the reflection it is. The problem, from my Marxist vantage-point, is, how can literature be reconstituted as life, not be its determination, even as life, in the same movement, reconstitutes itself as its own critique into literature, or other discursive forms. In other words, the negation of literature as its extenuation means to radically negate the privilege of literature over life. Something that would, in the same movement, have to be the negation of privileging of life over literature. That would mean to break with the hierarchising and competitive binary/duality of life and literature to be reconstituted as a synthetic singularity that is neither life nor literature but something that is greater than the sum of its parts. That something would be politics in its praxical materiality. But is this politics the system that reconciles life and literature in their mutually subjectivating, competitive and hierarchising duality? That would be its Hegelian explication. From a Marxian point of view, however, politics would be a synthetic singularity that constitutes itself in, through and as a break with both the identities of literature and life, and thus with their systemic unity as a hierarchicising and competitive duality of identities. This singularity would be a new ontological order constitutive of the simultaneity of negation of literature by life and life’s own negation of itself. This would be what Althusser conceptualised as “process without subject” in Marx. Badiou’s “singular-multiple” and “multiple without one” are even more rigorous conceptualisations of the same. This process has a constellational formation in which ‘literature’ and ‘life’ are preserved as moments constitutive of the constellational formation of this process of disarticulation or dispersion, even as they are simultaneously cancelled as identities (subjects) and the mutually subjectivating structures they found.

 

Clearly, revolutionary praxis, or communism, as the actuality of this process without subject in its constellational and constellating formation is not the wiping out of the particularities of literature and life, and their difference. Rather, it is the particularities of literature and life, and their difference, wrenching themselves free from the capitalist system — which commoditises them by putting them in a relationship of competitive duality with regard to one another — by reconstituting themselves as the singularity of the process without subject. This compels me to contend that Marxism as a theory and concept of this constellated and constellational formation of revolutionary praxis is — contrary to both its proponents among the really-existing organisations and ‘parties’ of the left, and its poststructuralist detractors — not a theory of a politics to homogenise difference to sameness. Yet, Marxism is not, I would argue, a philosophy of difference. Instead, I would, following Badiou, term it a “philosophy for the event” or a philosophy for non-identity.

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Therefore, literature of negation must pose its own reconstitution as negation of literature and be reconstituted thus, even as negation of literature simultaneously poses its own critique by being simultaneously reconstituted as literature. Such a process would be constitutive of the constellating singularity or anti-dialectic of politics (praxis). Politics (or praxis) would, therefore, be about the actuality of deployment of difference in the uninterruptedly simultaneous deployment of the difference of literature of negation and negation of literature with regard to one another. Similarly, techniques of democratisation of education (intellectual production/dissemination) would fulfil themselves as their tendential democratising aim only when they are simultaneously both themselves and the constitutive moment of the unfolding of the larger constellational movement of socio-political transformation they, in emerging as methodology or techniques of educational democratisation, incipiently posit.

 

Therefore, to return to an earlier formulation, production of politics as practical critique of politics of production (capitalism) is the only context within which methods and forms of democratic pedagogy and egalitarian knowledge production can emerge, and fulfil what they in their emergence were meant to accomplish. In other words, production of politics as critique/radical antagonism of politics of production is both the modality and form(s) of non-alienated, creative activity and thus democratised production and reception of knowledge (ideas organic to the materiality of such activity). In that context of production of politics, the traditional relationship of hierarchy and competition between the so-called pure and technical sciences on one hand, and the human and social sciences on the other – based as they are on the structurally divisive conception of disciplinarity – also tends to collapse. That is because the production of social and/or economic needs (the domain of pure and technical sciences) is, in such a situation, integral to and not separate from the production of politics (as praxis of continuous struggle to perpetually reorganise the social-industrial process, and whose moment of social theory is composed of discursivities of that which traditionally exist as the separate disciplinarities of the human and social sciences).

 

Also, I don’t think that a Marxist must necessarily reject the ethics of the self. On my part I certainly don’t! My problem, however, is with theorising such ethics as the exhaustion of politics. For me, ethics is no more, but also no less, than a necessary constitutive moment, at the level of abstraction of the individual self, of what I think politics to be – the never-ending, uninterrupted process of dispersion or disarticulation. And it’s for this reason that I find myself approaching what you call your minimal position with great caution. That is, of course, not to say I reject such a position out of hand.

 

Allow me to excerpt some portions from an article (‘The Siren Songs of Neo-traditionalism’), which I wrote in 2003, to better elucidate my position on minimalism with particular reference to our institutionalised education system. The article, which is a polemical engagement with some Indian theorists of radical communitarianism and their affirmation of Tagore and Gandhi, criticizes, among other things, JNU sociologist Avijit Pathak’s alternative Tagorean-Gandhian take on education.

 

“…Avijit Pathak…is of the opinion that a radical arithmetic teacher in the classroom of an elite bourgeois school can make a lot of difference by his ‘different’ methodology of teaching and radicalise a few of his students. He may be right but that process of radicalisation will be chancy to say the least and will be superficial and normative at best. For a paradigm shift in the field of education, it is important to realise the context and the mode of production within which such bourgeois schools operate and the limitations of their classrooms as far as complete radicalisation is concerned. For, the counter-hegemonical knowledge, which a few teachers might want to disseminate in a bourgeois classroom that is the agency for distributing the commodity of education, can only be consumed and can hardly give rise to a context within which students also become producers and the teacher-taught distinction is abolished.

 

“So, voluntarism is a generous impulse only insofar as it enables the voluntarist to see its limitations, compelling him to find a way of transcending it. Revolutionary practice, according to Lenin, is impossible without a revolutionary theory. The question that one needs to ask today is: what will revolutionary theory serve if there is no revolutionary practice? Thus pedagogy, for a Marxist, can only be a conceptual part of his political praxis and cannot be tackled in isolation. Any attempt to do so is either bound to fail gloriously or be coopted. Examples of such failures abound. And the blame lies not merely at the doorstep of such civil rights and pedagogical groups as Eklavya, but also the sundry communist parties, which have failed to create a revolutionary praxis that could have constellationally integrated such attempts. The result is that Eklavya’s Hoshangabad Science Teaching programme — with its radical pedagogical techniques of imparting science education to villagers without the benefit of established laboratories — had to be run under the patronage of the Madhya Pradesh government, which could capriciously decide to dispense with it.”

 

Clearly, my argument is not that a radical teacher should not attempt to do such things in his individual professional capacity within his professional domain. Without doubt he should. That would be his politics, as a (minimalist) ethics of responsibility for the other, at the level of abstraction of the individual self. The problem sets in when he assumes that such minimalistic intervention can exhaust politics, instead of envisaging it as the beginning of its unfolding. I think it is good to be a romantic without upholding romanticism. Similarly, I would say, it’s good to be minimalistic without being a minimalist or an upholder of minimalism as a philosophical ground. But what would that entail for an individual teacher or academician? As far as I can see, it ought to mean that while he/she does all he/she can as an individual in his/her domain of professional academics to radicalise the situation, he/she cannot afford to see that as exhausting the praxis of radical negation. Not even in terms of what he/she can do as an individual. He/she cannot, for instance, afford to say, ‘This is all I will or can do as an individual teacher by way of contributing to the project of radical negation and then it’s really up to the others in other domains – say, the domain of practical movemental politics – to take that project forward or work at its unfolding.’ He/she must, to my mind, strive towards integrating what he/she does as an individual pedagogue and researcher, to enable the project of radical negation within the institutionalised set-up of our education system, with its beyond of practical movemental politics of socio-economic transformation.
But when I say that I don’t mean that he/she should necessarily feel compelled to hit the streets. Albeit, it would be nice if that were to happen too. As far as I am concerned, it would be politically more productive and meaningful if a teacher or academician figures and explicates why he/she should, from his concrete situation as a worker engaged in intellectual production in the academic domain, hit the streets, rather than hit the streets impelled by a vague and voluntaristic sense of political commitment or responsibility.

 

In fact, the most important task for an academician inclined towards the project of radical negation of institutional hierarchy in intellectual production would be to do what he/she can do as an individual radical pedagogue and researcher in the institutionalised setting of the academia and simultaneously seek to integrate with the really existing movements of the left, both within the university and outside it. An integration that would, first and foremost, be premised on developing a critique of those really-existing movements, and their leadership and orientation. Here I should clarify that this critique cannot, in the manner of the radical public intellectual a la Sartre, rest content with being merely philosophical, even as that intellectual envisions his/her own participation in movements by basing such voluntaristic participation on his/her integration with movements through this philosophical type of critique. Rather, it must be a theoretical critique, which is both a philosophical critique of the programmatic orientation of movements in question in terms of its underlying approach and, in the same movement, be an attempt to enact that philosophical critique as a concrete alternative programme and programmatic methodology to the ones that those movements are already embodiments of. Such a move at critical integration would tend to short-circuit the generality of philosophical critique and its radical public intellectual with the specificity of the programmatic methodology and its pragmatics of the organic intellectual of the movements to produce the science of praxis and its Jacobin revolutionary intellectual. As far as I am concerned, the question the intellectual– the educator or the vanguard if you will – needs to primarily ask is not how he/she can best direct and lead the working-class movement, but how the movement can become its own intellectual – Marx’s “class-for-itself” – to render the educator/vanguard redundant.

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What I have sought to describe above as the modality of integration of academicians with the larger working-class movement constitutes, I believe, a move in that direction of the working-class movement becoming its own intellectual. This is a project that we, at Radical Notes, have christened “academics beyond academia”.

 

Forms of Antagonism

 Prasanta: I hear your position once again with much clarity. And that will help us in understanding our meeting grounds and divergences and I believe such realisation will make this exchange even more dialogic. There are a few things that you take for granted as a committed Marxist of a certain kind—and for such a principled position I have the highest respect. But politics and art, their coming together at various nodes, as I see it, may not always tally with such a principled position. Or there could be other powerful positions that take on varieties of liberalism headlong.

 

I have already said I am deeply cautious of a politics of responsibility—one that may come from various quarters. See, the ideas which are so significant to you—as a belief, as a given, which is also scientifically argued. Programmatically. They are deeply important for someone who is seeking some form of social justice in literature. What you have called life means a kind of social given (say as opposed to the idea of life in critics who write on biopolitics, seek pre-Socratic ways of life, or even practice civic politics). Say, democracy or praxis or radical—these are words that that are so deeply fraught and such careful debates have gone into these words that there is a certain valances and weight that they occupy in our lives. Justifiably. On the other side—we tend to pit concepts like—say, foundational or reactionary. This is a valid form of practising antagonistic politics. And a powerful one. But this does not exhaust the domain of the political. For instance, one may speak from the vantage point of the ancien regime or be deeply illiberal, say the political ideas given currency by the likes of Leo Strauss, Francois Chateaubriand or Ananda Coomaraswamy and yet how superbly they all are alive to the complexities of life and its relationship to art and literature. A student of politics and art cannot and does not necessarily work on social justice, howsoever noble such a position might be. The idea of justice is one among a few other competing political claims. Here, I am simply taking forms of reactionary politics much more seriously rather than aligning with such positions. This is a dangerous path but a path, I believe, that must be traversed nevertheless.

 

I think materiality concerns form—a political study of forms—that must go beyond the ‘photographic details’ of social realism. Politics like literature is always something beyond existing forms of politics. Ranabir Samaddar has asked us quite sagely, I think , that in order to conceive of such politics—in academia or elsewhere, the political critic becomes a detective, an investigator, alive to the variegated. In this context, say, political rhetoric as a methodological tool for the student of literature and politics is very important to me. Here the political is literary—literally! And this domain is absolutely material. Rhetoric is not always realized through the ‘art of speaking well’ as Quintilian used to say, but by the processes of speaking ‘silently’ or ambiguously or allegorically. This is how one often makes sense of muffled, garbled pragmatism and read the subtleties of movements and issues. This is how you be with reptiles all the time, pose like them and yet work tirelessly to undercut their methods and influence. You learn to parley and yet practice antagonism . Garrulity, silence and their movement in texts and utterances gather prime significance here. It is imperative to understand for instance, how he arch royalist, Thomas Hobbes masterfully uses such amazing literary prose to pursue his readers through centuries (Quentin Skinner has highlighted this aspect). This appreciation of the materiality of language leads us to the bottom of absolutism and reactionary politics sometimes. Students of political science are not trained to work on rhetoric, whereas students of literature still consider Hobbes to be a ‘background’ read to creative literature. Consideration of rhetoric makes one aware of form—literary and political, precisely by skirting bland formalism. Taking strong positions is a must, but premature totalisation is not.

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But while we differ on these accounts, I agree with you on the necessity to connect and attach academia with life in general and with the material world in particular. I am also totally in agreement with you (though I realize the importance of gaming, parleys and negotiations in life) on the point that politics and art must be brought together to trace and work out antagonism . An uncompromising antagonism that can only come from practising intellectual pessimism. Happy, pragmatic agonism is a malady that besets academia as well as the disciplines of humanities and the social sciences as a block.

 

But a politics of antagonism can be practised, and practised with an uncompromising vigour, only by being alive to positions that are constantly shifting, evolving—at multiple fronts. For understanding other modes of antagonism, we must come out of this pressure to prove how radical we are in comparison with our compatriots. This urge to be a radical and seek radicalism in order o appreciate the political is actually another form of competition—to always be at the forefront of our struggles and be representative of such battles.  For instance, we know how antagonism has been pitted on a friend vs enemy fulcrum, or have been set between the ancients and moderns, or erected between the humans and the non-humans and so on. I am myself—in this exchange, (even as you have highlighted the question of production and class antagonism) have tried to emphasize a politics of minimalism (you have gauged correctly) and gay abandon—collective, free, strongly anti-liberal— against a certain framing of responsibility and maturity. I do not see this as voluntarism. Nor as individual acts of resistance and so forth—but facilitating collective, non-communitarian acts. This paglachoda impulse that I have referred to earlier will resist three things at the same time:

 

a) the mode of geometrical elegance that the logic of left-liberalism brings with it.

b) a mode of assurance and succor that stadial historicism usually provides us (as if learning from the past will necessarily give us a blueprint for the future).

c) a larger mode of contractarian thought, which is the basis of moderate mainstream European enlightenment pedagogy.

 

The paglachoda impulse steers clear of such certainties. It is an impulse that is painstaking, non-garrulous and rigorous. This is what my training in literature has given me and this is where politics can become most angry and volcanic. This impulse needs to be spread among everyone who dares to dream on and dares to be on the side of the losers of history. With no iota of sentiment.

 

I have thoroughly and particularly enjoyed the candid nature of this conversation Pothik. Let us continue on the path of ideas that develop from life and life alone.

 

Pothik: Need I say the feeling is mutual. Besides, Prasanta, all thanks is due to you for having initiated the whole thing in the first place.

Now, for two minor points of clarification. One, life, for me, is not a social given. I follow the Adorno of Negative Dialectics in criticising (and eschewing) the premature end of philosophy for sociology as a positivist empiric of life in its social givenness: “Philosophy, which once seemed obsolete, lives on because the moment to realize it was missed. The summary judgment that it had merely interpreted the world, that resignation in the face of reality had crippled it in itself, becomes a defeatism of reason after the attempt to change the world miscarried.” Sure, Adorno emphatically turns or orientates the concept towards what he calls “nonconceptualities”. But nonconceptuality is not life in the givenness of its positivist empiric. Instead, it is the “adventure of the concept” (Badiou). Yet, to pose the adventure of the concept against life as a social given is not to hierarchically privilege concept over life as a norm. Badiou, in the ‘Preface’ to his The Adventure of French Philosophy, writes: “We were not seeking a clear separation between life and concept, nor the subordination of existence to the idea or the norm. Instead, we wanted the concept itself to be a journey whose destination we did not necessarily know.” The way a Marxist would conceive of the counter-systemic lifeworld is, therefore, not empirically given forms of life but this adventure of the concept.

 

If you recall, I have critiqued Tagore’s approach to education and pedagogy precisely because it is premised on a conception of life as a social given. In fact, when I pose the constellating (uninterruptedly processual) singularity of the simultaneity of life negating literature and literature negating life as a break with the life/literature duality and its systemic/horizonal constitutivity (dialectic), it is precisely the interrogation of this anthropological conception of the givenness of life that is at stake.

 

As a matter of fact, the way I tend to conceive of life is not very distant from Foucault’s (and particularly, Agamben’s) “biopolitics”. To that extent, I completely understand practices you refer to as radical alternatives – especially, the pre-Socratic ways of life. That, I have known, through Foucault’s turn, particularly, in his late phase, towards the modalities of life in Classical Antiquity. I have no intention of rejecting them out of hand. My only problem is with the Foucauldian suggestion that such pre-Socratic life modalities can in themselves be modern forms of alternative and radical politics on account of their emphasis on withdrawal. The question is, can such life-forms of withdrawal, and their constitutive modality of ascesis, based as they are on an “ethics of discomfort”, beat, as Foucault seems to suggest, the tug and pull of what he calls the “pastoral” productivity of modern power? My contention would be that, in the final analysis, such politics of continuous (sequentially continuous) withdrawal from the (systemic) operations of power — underpinned as it is by an ethics of discomfort – does not escape the thrall of such power, and comes to be inscribed within and articulated by its systemic horizon. That is because such practices are constitutive of an inadequately radical anti-dialectic.

 

And that, I would contend, is on account of the anti-dialectic of such practices emerging from a (premature) abandonment of the dialectic, and not its extenuation – going through the dialectic to come out at its antipodes. The (phenomenologically reduced) subjectiveness of such ethics of discomfort, or de-teritorialisation, must become its own materiality if life has to escape the thrall of the objectivity of the system of power. Only through this process can life-forms transform themselves into what a Marxist called the lifeworld. And this materialisation of the ethics of discomfort — wherein it no longer exists as an ethical subjectiveness but becomes, instead, the sublated and constitutive cognitive moment of its own actuality – cannot occur as long as power in its systemic objectiveness exists. Clearly, not only the abolition of this systemicness of power is at stake but what, more fundamentally, is an issue here is the abolition of objectivity as such, together with its constitutive horizon of objective/subjective duality. In other words, the subjectiveness of ethics of discomfort will have to transform itself into its own “subjective-materiality” (Badiou), which is nothing but the singular materialised, or, more accurately, materialising as itself. For, as long as objectivity (embodied in the systemicness of power) exists in separate (alienated) duality to the subjective of the ethicality of discomfort, no amount of withdrawal from such power can emancipate the former from the latter.

 

That is precisely what the complete lesson of Foucault’s conception of modern power as pastorally productive – one that Foucault himself is not arguably faithful to the end – amounts to. In other words, what lies in between such withdrawing ascesis, as the embodiment of the ethics of discomfort, and the systemicness of power in its separate objectivity, is a distance of no distance. But unless the ascetics of withdrawal take a measure of this immeasurable distance of no distance, and enforce it, it will be power in its systemicness that will take its own measure of the same, and enforce it. That would, as far as I am concerned, amount to re-inscription of anti-capitalism within capitalism, and the articulation of the former by the latter. As Badiou tells us, subtraction and negation cannot be without one another. What he calls subtractive ontology is a radically new affirmative or ontological order that has negation as its indispensable and integral dimension. That, I would contend, is the lesson yielded by a close reading of Marx’s critique of Proudhon, and Marx and Engels’ critique of such “utopian socialists” as Robert Owen. Such critiques by Marx and Engels do not constitute a rejection of the (ethical) models of anarchists such as Proudhon and “utopian socialists” such as Owen. Rather, it’s an attempt to critique those models or approaches for their incompleteness in order to light up the path for their actualisation as a Badiouian subjective-materiality, which I must say here is radically distinct from Lukacs’ Hegelian conception of the proletariat as a subject-object –a closed sociology — of anti-capitalism.

 

Please do not get me wrong. I am, by no means, questioning the validity of Foucault’s conceptualisation of modern power as productive and pastoral in its operation. In fact, I consider it to be the strongest and most valid aspect of the Foucaudian model of modern power. I tend to think that most recent debates between many Marxists (especially, the communistological Marxists) and Foucauldians on whether power relations ought to be privileged over class/social relations, or vice-versa, has, by and large, been unproductive and, at times, plain pointless. To my mind, Marxian conceptualisation of capital as class/social relations is not at all a rejection of power relations. Rather, it’s an attempt to demonstrate that capital is nothing but a specific historicity (a historico-logical form) of power. One in which power is always socially mediated and never present or accessible in its naked, unmediated form. When Foucault speaks of two models of power, by methodologically privileging the panoptic and productive architectonics of power over its exclusionary and repressive architectonics, which he correctly contends is characteristic of the operation of power in the medieval period, he too is pointing at precisely this specific historicity of socially mediated power. One that Marx and Marxists call capitalism. The problem with the Foucauldian approach lies elsewhere. It arises from its abandonment of the Marxian approach of political economy and its critique, which it arguably misreads as being an epistemology. As a consequence, it correctly grasps the modern historicity of power to be productive — which is basically grasping power as being socially mediated – but since it does not seek to understand this nature, or constitutivity, of modern power in terms of valorisation of labour-power and transfer of value, it does not understand the fact that “govermentality” and “biopower” are levels of abstraction, whose constitutive logic is political economy. Political economy (or capital), I should reiterate yet again, is nothing but the modality of operation and reproduction of socially mediated power. Therefore, Foucault’s biopolitics, as a frame of radical practical critique, is incomplete and, in being unreflexive about its incompleteness, is ultimately cooptable. And that is because the conceptions of biopower and governmentality, which it both founds and is based on, do not account for how valorisation of labour-power and the concomitant imposition of work have, in a sense, logical or constitutive primacy over biopower in terms of determining the vector of human bodies. For, what else is labour-power but the abstraction of bodily capacities, which is constitutive of a system of differential inclusion.

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The failure, or the refusal, to understand biopower in terms of its dialectic of mutual constitutivity with valorisation of labour-power, which in turn is integral to value-creation and thus the concomitant transfer of value, prevents Foucauldians from understanding how the pre-Socratic ways of life, whose modality is that of ascesis and withdrawal from power, results in continuous production and reproduction of hierarchies between the human and the non-human. It is, therefore, hardly surprising that “ethics of discomfort”, and its politics of ascesis and withdrawal, eventually yields a politics of styling of the self and dandyism. We would do well to remember that it is precisely this contradiction at the heart of dandyist politics that Baudelaire, the foremost proponent of dandyism, grappled with in his work, especially in his Intimate Journals.

 

This brings me to my second point of clarification. Literature, for me, is not merely a form of social justice. My Badiouian-Marxian inclinations hardly afford me such an easy way out. The way I encounter the twinned-problematics of negation of literature and literature of negation, I think, ought to have made that amply clear. I tend to ascribe relative autonomy to the site of the aesthetic. Let me explain myself once again. Literature, for me, is a specified site of aesthetic experience, in which the sensousness of forms, without doubt, has primacy. But what, for me, is inseparable from forms, and the sensuous and affective experience they effectuate, is the materiality of the forms in question. And this materiality of forms is — as Bakhtin’s works have demonstrated with great rigour — their performative dimension, which animates the forms in question and is rendered accessible precisely through the mediation of affective and sensuous (aesthetic) experience historically bound up with those formal effects.

 

Literature (art in general) is both a determinate field of occurrence – and, therefore, interruption too — of the (evental) experience. Hence, it also lends itself to being read, and/or envisaged, against its grain, as an allegory for the reconstitution of the experiential eventality at another generic level of abstraction. Only in being the latter does literature become a pursuit for what you call social justice. I, for my part, prefer to term it the non-total and open entirety of the process of politics. But then literature can be the latter only by being the former. That is the reason why the aesthetic experience is a constitutive moment of politics as a process of perpetual dispersion. My only insistence, therefore, is that even as one experiences the Dionysian gaiety and abandon, one grasp the science of this gaiety for such experience of gaiety to keep overcoming the limits that structurally inhere in it due to its inescapable ontological condition of being determinate. What is at stake, therefore, is the dialectical simultaneity of, to use Gajanan Madhav Muktibodh’s words, “gyanatmak samavedana” (knowledgeable affectivity) and “samavedanatmak gyan” (affective knowledge).

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Pothik Ghosh: is Author of Insurgent Metaphors (Aakar, 2010) and a member of the Radical Notes collective. His short monograph on Bangladeshi writer Akhtaruzzaman Elias and the politics of his literature is forthcoming from Phoneme Publishers.

Prasanta Chakravarty: teaches English literature at the University of Delhi.

Theatre, Number, Event: A Second Appraisal

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Prathama Banerjee

[ HUG reproduces a second appraisal and an early critique of Soumyabrata Choudhury's newly published book Theatre, Number, Event: Three Studies on the Relationship between Sovereignty, Power and Truth, IIAS, Delhi, 2013. The writer was a panelist in the recently organised session at C.S.D.S. , New Delhi on the occasion of the release of the book.  This is the concluding essay in this series.]

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Soumya is a very old friend from my university days, and it is a special feeling to be discussing his book.  In that it is indeed a discussion rather than a comprehensive review of the book, and I do not even claim to do justice to the book’s ambitious narrative and unusual analytic frame.  Soumya is an extraordinary mind.  He is a philosopher, a literature student, a performer, a director of plays, a teacher and now I see also a historian.  The book, therefore, like he himself, is a challenge for any friend and comrade, who like me shares his passion for politics and philosophy, but thinks very differently, perhaps even incommensurably.  What I shall say by way of discussing the book is then a kind of response to this intimate challenge that Soumya poses before me.

First, let me present briefly how I read Soumya’s book.  The book is about sovereignty – sovereignty as simultaneously political sovereignty and sovereignty of thought, sovereignty as that of philosophy on the one hand and on the other, of the king/Christ/state and eventually of that impossible, uncountable entity, namely the people.  Soumya works through a series of historical moments, though not chronologically (something to which we shall come back later) – 5th century BC Greece with its theatre and its civic assemblies of gods, citizens, faceless slaves and women, 12th century Europe with its notion of Christian theological kingship, 8th-9th century Byzantium with its controversy regarding the question of the icon and the idol and the worship and circulation of the same, 18th century France with its revolution, terror and increasingly medicalised madness, and finally the contemporary with its war on terror and its democratic revolutions.  Soumya’s project is to tease out histories of the constitution of sovereign power in this long story of Europe (and he shall argue the world).

Soumya implies that the history of sovereignty is produced at two levels – one, as the story of the sovereign as a figure and two, as the question of the ground, the basis, the founding principles of sovereignty. The figures of sovereignty as they appear in history, and yet fail to acquire full presence and stability (which is what the whole story is about), are the Greek gods with their strategic intelligence and liturgical role, the consecrated Christian king backed by the notion of eucharist transformation that transubstantiates the inscrutable idea of divinity into flesh, and the post-revolutionary republican people, counted as a disassembled numerical order of populations and while being mobilized as the One, the singular Nation.  The ground of sovereignty on its part appears in two senses.  One as jurisdiction – of law, administration and taxation – that appear through history as fisc and empire and patrie, in different ways assigning a territoriality, a world-extension to sovereignty itself.  The ground also appears as the ground of thinking the power of the universal, which in the history of Europe appear as philosophy and theology and in modern times, mathematics.  Through what Soumya calls a  ‘commensuration’ of the figure and the ground, the book goes on to show that the ground of thought is also the ground of sovereignty, the ground which underpins the exercise of both power and truth.

Soumya’s story is full of fascinating moments – as when he demonstrates that the imperative of governmentality is as old as and indeed part of the imperative of sovereignty; or when he lays out the long history of tithes and taxes in Europe as a dialectic between the debt to and debt of the sovereign; or when he excavates an older history of the economy as a domain of regulation mapped by the circulation of Christian icons, making the economy into God’s worldly plan for the salvation of mankind.  We do not have time here to dwell on these details, though each of these by itself can be major point of discussion.  I shall only mention here that in Soumya’s imagination, all these discrete moments make up what he calls an ‘inconsistent’ history of sovereign power, i.e. a history without unity or necessity.  This means, in my understanding, that no straight-forward chronological or successional history is possible for sovereignty, precisely because the career of sovereignty is also repeatedly a history of its siege, its failure, its dysfunctionality – the manifestation of the groundlessness, the voiding of sovereignty, despite its cunning, its ruses and indeed its claim to truths.  In that sense, despite its historicity, sovereignty, at different times must be set up anew, following its own failure.  The place of the French Revolution in the book is precisely to show up such a moment of the failure of sovereign power and of the difficult search for a new ground and a new figure of sovereignty, namely the people.  As Soumya shows through his reading of Michelet’s history of the French revolution, it is not as if forms of sovereignty, power and truth make successive paradigm shifts in a long history of political society, but that everything must be recommenced, the present reinvented every time, by rewriting once again its past and its future, following upon the defaulting of an earlier form of sovereign presence.

Soumya’s account of the career of sovereignty is persuasive in its own terms, but in my eyes, the account comes up against a critical unresolved question – namely, the question of the relationship between history and philosophy.  Soumya imagines this relationship as a kind mismatch – sometimes there is the glimpse of geological metaphors, a faultine, an abyss – between the metaphysics of truth and the structure of possible actualisations of power, between the philosophical mandate and the historical logic. It is this perpetually restless, quaking faultine between history as actualization and philosophy as the axiomatic instance, as he aptly calls it, which causes what he calls torsion, a violent twisting, of thought – a torsion through which thought moves as it were.   In my reading, however, this formulation retains the place of history and the place of philosophy somewhat undisturbed, even though teetering on both sides of the abyss – while I would have thought that it were precisely those places, those habitations of history and philosophy that would come under question in his account.  My feeling is that this is because Soumya does not face squarely the different ways in which modern western philosophy has harnessed history to itself – or the ways in which history and philosophy have sought to take each other’s place through time.  Of course, in modern times and with Hegel, history itself – world history to be precise – was transfigured into a philosophy of global sovereignty.

But even if we consider the Hegelian moment passé, there is another way in which philosophy continues to harness history to itself even today.  In the western tradition, philosophy operates as always already history of philosophy, through which not only is an exclusive philosophical canon set up, but more importantly a strange contemporaneity is set up amongst philosophers of diverse times and contexts, from Plato to Marx, from antiquity to today, such that thought appears to undo its own historicity and assume an infinite, universal and eternal form, becoming in a way thought unto itself.  In other words, in this tradition philosophy becomes its own history in such as way as to pitch itself beyond the ephemeral and the contingent – that being the truth-procedure of western philosophy itself.  And even when a contemporary philosopher such as Alain Badiou – who seems to hugely influence Soumya – grants autonomy to history, he does so in the name of the Event with capital E – making true history incumbent upon emblematic dates, exceptional events and proper names.  But this precisely is the imagination of history against which subalterns have had to struggle incessantly, in the name of long durations as well as contingencies, of the everyday and the quotidian, of the anonymous and the defeated.

All this is not to argue against Soumya’s effort at bringing philosophy and history together within the same frame.  On the contrary, that is exactly the importance of the book. This is only to say that one cannot any longer presume to be innocent about the close complicity, and not just the antagonism, between history of a kind and philosophy of a kind.  Indeed, one cannot be innocent about history itself, and I do sense such an innocence in Soumya.  One cannot presume, in obedience to Badiou, that the event with capital E will show itself inexorably and obviously and force new thought, new truths, and new subject-bodies who appear purely in fidelity to the event.   Instead, it is in the very process of historicisation, in the assigning of a new past and a new future to it, that an event becomes an Event.  In other words, it is precisely through new periodisations that politics moves – as our experience with the regime of the modern tells us at our own peril. I think it is critical the way Soumya makes the choice and arranges the sequence of his historical instances – whether Greece or Byzantium or France, whether classical, medieval or modern.  But he hesitates to make the political stakes in his choice explicit.  I also think that he is too quick in the way that he extrapolates a global paradigm of sovereignty from these very particular and local European instances.  I am not quite certain that this seamless passage into the global is not the residual conceit of philosophy itself – even if this philosophy is humbled before the contingency of the event.
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But Soumya does make a critical move away from the Badiou-kind of history-philosophy problematic – not only because he seeks to theorise sovereignty (taking Foucault on board, Foucault whom Badiou does not consider a philosopher) rather than truth or being or subjectivity, but also because he inflects his story of philosophy and history by a third entity – namely, theatre.  He does not use quite use theatre in the way that Badiou or Ranciere or Virno does – by raising questions of spectatorship, passivity, agency, publicity, community so on i.e. by making the question of theatre isomorphic with the question of politics itself.  Soumya invokes theatre from perspective of theatre itself, but he also does not reduce it to a generalized notion of performance which leads to trite observations such as politics is performative and so on.  Soumya counterpoises theatre with philosophy, and I shall add also history.  This is because theatre dislodges both the philosopher’s truth and the historian’s real.  As Soumya says, theatre puts forth the mask, the actor’s mask, which is in a disjunctive relationship with any natural, ontological or legal position.  Theatre also displaces the map of subjects and objects by distributing figures on the stage merely though a logic of positions rather than through epistemologics.  In that sense, Soumya reconfigures the history-philosophy binary into the evocative triad of history-philosophy-theatre.  But once again, Soumya does much less with theatre than he promises, tantalizingly, in the beginning of the book.  At the very end of the book, however, he quotes a long passage from Antonin Artaud, where he says (and I quote from the quote) “Once the plague is established in the city, normal order collapses. …At this point, theatre establishes itself.  Theatre that is to say the momentary pointlesslessness which drives people to useless acts without immediate profit or point.”  This Soumya proposes is a moment of exception to both the law and the liturgy of sovereignty – leading to a kind of activation beyond the limits of civic and cultural participation.   I really wish that Soumya would write more on this other notion of action and subjectivity that theatre helps us imagine.

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Prathama  Banerjee  is Fellow, C.S.D.S., New Delhi.  She is the author of the book Politics of Time: Primitives and History-Writing in a Colonial Society, published in 2006.

Violence, Innocence, Opportunism

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K. Balagopal

The public arena is witness to dispirited discussion of the ineffectiveness of people’s movements, which are at the most able to slow down things, and nothing more. The discussion often turns around violence and non-violence, not as moral alternatives but as strategic options. Those who are sick of sitting on dharna after dharna to no effect are looking with some envy at violent options, while many who have come out of armed groups find the Narmada Bachao Andolan (NBA) fascinating.

It is good that there is some openness in the matter now, for dogmatic attitudes have done considerable harm. To say that one should not be dogmatic about violence may be morally a little unsettling but it is a defensible position even without adopting a relativistic attitude towards the preciousness of life or a casual attitude towards one’s moral responsibility for injury caused in the course of a struggle. More of that in the right context. But the discussion will unavoidably be based on assessments of the effectiveness of the alternatives, and a distant view is likely to colour the reality with hopes and assumptions, even illusions. A realistic assessment of what each strategy has been able to achieve would better inform the debate.

The plain and stark fact is that while all strategies have been effective in curbing some injustice, none has succeeded in forcing the government to take back a single major policy in any sphere. And none has been able to reverse the trends inherent in the structures of society and economy. Yet no serious political movement or social struggle we know of is only for softening oppression or improving relief. The general understanding is that governance of the country – and may be the systemic infrastructure of society – is fundamentally wrong and needs remedying, maybe overturning. Do we know of any effective strategy for that? I am not talking of political strategies, but strategies of struggle that will successfully put pressure upon the State and the polity to stop them in their tracks. The struggle may be built around class or caste or any other social combination. It may in the end seek reform or the upturning of the polity. It may operate mainly or in part within the polity or keep out of it altogether. Whichever it is, the common problem is this: the experience of this country is that governments do not stop doing some thing merely because it has been demonstrated to be bad. Or even contrary to constitutional directives and goals. They stop only if going along is made difficult to the point of near impossibility. No democratic dispensation should be thus, but Indian democracy is thus. Short of that, you demonstrate the truth of your critique till you are blue in the face or shout till you are hoarse in the throat, it is all the same.

This is the question that haunts all movements, and none has an answer. All strategies, whether violent or peaceful, have found that they are not without success, if by success is meant stemming of local forces of oppression or the local manifestation of global forces, and improving the situation of its victims at the margin or even more. One does not wish to belittle these achievements, and in any case its beneficiaries are grateful, and belittling makes no difference to them. But any attempt to go beyond that has been faced with an insuperable wall which defines the limits of Indian democracy.

The naxalites – in particular the largest of them, the Maoists – are generally credited with having used strategies of violent struggle to great effect. That they have had substantial effect on the local social and political structures is beyond doubt. From Telangana to Bihar, local society would not be what it is but for their effect in turning much of it upside down. That they have often acted as a very effective deterrent to knavery and charlatanry of all kinds too is true. But looking back on nearly forty years of the naxalite movement, one is surprised how few are the important policy decisions of the State or tendencies inherent in the logic of unequal development that the naxalites have been able to stall. In fact, one cannot off-hand think of even one. They themselves may answer that it is because they have not tried. It is true that their strategic thinking does not turn around defeating the State politically but mobilizing against it militarily. Hence inflicting major political defeats or reversing trends of unequal or destructive development is not on their agenda. Yet it is also true that even if they tried they would not know how to go about stalling such decisions or forces. To put it simply, you can hold a gun to a landlord’s head but Special Economic Zones or the Indo-US Nuclear Deal have no head to put a gun to. This degree of simplification of the issue may be criticized as unfair, and one would readily agree that Maoist violence is not just the armed action of individual Robinhoods. Nevertheless, after dressing up this skeleton with sufficient flesh and blood to make it real, you still do not get away from the basic truth of the caricature.

It is not just the abstractness of these issues that makes violence ineffective as an option against them. After all they do have concrete manifestations that can be confronted by violent mobilisation or armed action. But the subtlety of forms of power other than the feudal makes focused confrontation of a violent kind difficult to operationalise. Violence may be good or bad, necessary or unnecessary, but it is always crude. Intelligent exercise of power, on the other hand, is subtle. So is capitalist rationality, in general. It is sometimes but not always crudely oppressive. It also comes with promises of a better life for the middle classes and employment for the poor. It spreads its operational incidents all over and each of them offers its own rationality. It gives a little and takes a lot but it gives at one place and takes at another. It speaks in a dozen tongues, each offering a limited rationality, while the totality is hidden behind layers or opacity and subterfuge. Its lies require intelligent nailing, and its logistics requires subtle handling to immobilize it. For in the better kind of agitational strategy the object of popular mobilization is to immobilize the opponent, and that is where violent methods score over peaceful methods. But whom or what do you immobilize to make an SEZ inoperable?

And then there is the law and its machinery of enforcement. The law of course does not turn the other way when violent mobilization is used against a landlord or a local oppressor. But neither are the stakes as high nor is social disapproval so strong then as when alleged schemes of development or alleged policies of national security are obstructed by violent mobilization. Agitations disrupt normal life, violent agitations more so. The insecurity and uncertainty this creates can be exploited by the State to either incite the people against the agitators even to the point of getting them lynched or to cover up for the violent methods of suppression it employs. It can even get righteously suppressive. And when the stakes are high social disapproval can be engineered beyond its normal levels. We are all aware of how much hatred the State can generate against agitations, especially violent ones, if it believes that its vital interests are affected. And that can be the justification for lawless enforcement of law, the more lawless the more righteous the anger it can whip up in society.

One option then is to throw up one’s hands and say that it is futile to fight an evil beyond a point while it remains in power. And that the real task is to gain political power and replace the fount of evil. This makes sense from one angle but misses the point from another and begs the question from a third. It misses the point because at one level the question we are posing to ourselves is not about this society or this polity, but about democracy as such and the amenability of governance to correction by popular disapproval. To say that we need not spend too much time over this because we wish to come to power and then we will not face this problem is no answer. It begs the question from another angle because if you do not know how to mobilize people in effective numbers against evil governance, how are you sure you know how to mobilize them for capture of State power?

Peaceful mobilization has one advantage over violent mobilisation. A larger number of people can participate in it, and it can choose its targets and devise its methods of agitation more subtly. It gives space for dialogue even the while agitation goes on, dialogue not so much with the establishment as with society, and so the vital dimension of critique is alive without suspending the agitation to clear space for it, and this is essential in any struggle against an opponent who operates in a universe of intelligent rationality. This is one reason why peaceful methods of struggle are not only morally but also politically healthier. But in terms of its effectiveness in reversing policy decisions or structural trends, peaceful methods are even more ineffective than violent methods. Quite plainly, dharnas and street plays and hartals and half-an-hour-at-a-time road blocks and street corner speeches and jathas can go on for ever and ever and neither the State nor the Ambanis lose any thing. This is what often makes activists cynical and gives them that urge to seek an appointment with the Maoists. When they are so tempted they think the only problem they have had with violence is that it is morally problematic and physically unsafe. It is assumed that it is necessarily more effective. It isn’t, and it has not been.

Can we turn to the law to make governance answerable to popular disapproval other than at election time? Constitutional democracy as we know it in India gives little scope for such a hope but PILs have held a lot of fascination for activists. Much of it is born of out of ignorance of the law as much as the sociology of adjudication. The average intelligent Indian thinks of PIL as the modern equivalent of the bell which the better kind of king is reputed to have strung outside his palace for the desperate citizen to tug at and get an instant hearing and instant justice. The average intelligent Indian also thinks that all the limitations of judicial power that he or she is otherwise familiar with will vanish when the Courts sit to hear PILs, namely that they become benign despots who can set every wrong right by passing a condign order. Desperation can be the only reason for these illusions. Less excusable is the ignorance of the sociology of adjudication. Judges, taken as a class, are at one with most of the political and economic tendencies since liberalisation for no more subtle reason than that they belong to the social class that has benefited and will benefit much more from these tendencies. Extremely derisive comments about PILs are made with juvenile exuberance by the Supreme Court these days to send out a signal that the activist or desperate citizen need not take the trouble to go all the way to New Delhi. Law journals report some divergence of opinion and even snide comments about judicial activism in the Supreme Court, but the divergence is between conservative judicial activism and conservative aversion to it.

There is no option but to devise ways of stopping the system in its depredations. Since Indian democracy has not learnt to respect reasoned criticism unless it is armed with the strength to physically prevent the execution of the policies criticized, ways of achieving such strength must be sought by agitational movements. In principle the best method is to mobilize the people likely to be affected in large numbers and physically sit in the path of the State and Capital. But then the people in their concreteness are riven by diversity of interests and insularity of communities, crushed by poverty and misery, weakened by the disease of opportunism even at the lowest levels which has been the greatest contribution of the Congress party to Indian political culture, enfeebled by attachment to their political patrons, and disillusioned with empty rhetoric and moral corruption of agitations and movements. In particular, they see that activists who were in an earlier generation characterized by sacrifice of personal concerns are no longer the same. To my mind, this is the greatest disservice done by the NGOs, but this culture is now common to a large section of political activists, too. On the other hand, the very effect of politicization has been that the people have lost their innocence and often weigh the costs and benefits of struggle with greater caution than in the past. One cannot blame them, especially when the caution is reinforced by the fact that activists themselves exhibit the same attitude these days. All this combines to make strong mobilisation difficult and tempts honest activists to look for short cuts, ranging from armed action to PILs. But there are no short cuts.

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K Balagopal was an uncompromising human rights activist, mathematician and lawyer, working mostly from Andhra Pradesh, and known for his work on civil liberties and human rights. His Telugu essay ‘Cheekati Konaalu’ was a path-breaking one, in which he directly questioned the violation of human rights by those who claimed that they were working for a radical revolution. His public criticism of the acts of violence by Maoists attracted severe criticism from the naxalites. Following his comments on the violence in Lalgarh in West Bengal, Maoist Central Committee member, Mallojula Koteshwar Rao had challenged Balagopal to visit Lalgarh resistance area to know the real picture.

 

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Phanishwar Nath Renu on Satinath Bhaduri

[HUG translates part of Phanishwar Nath Renu’s reminiscences on Satinath Bhaduri and his times. The original piece appears in Satinath Shawrone (Reminiscing Satinath), edited by Subal Gangopadhaya & compiled by Madhumay Pal in 1972. The work was re-published by Prakash Bhavan in January 2013.]

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Bhaduriji…!

We used to call him Bhaduriji. I mean, we, the boys from Zila Purnea. Not Bhaduri-moshai, or Satuda, nor Comrade Satinath or Bhaduribhai. Simply Bhaduriji. He used to love Purnea more than India. So the context of my knowing him will remain Purnea. My father was a mid-level kisaan in a village nearby, and often he used to get engaged in various land related court cases. So, I used to know the names of all the big and minor wakils of that area—right from the ones seen in the sub-divisional court to those practicing in the zila kachehri. That is how I came to know about the Chhotababu of the Bhaduri household. One day baba took me to his chamber and I was immediately admonished for not touching his feet. It is at that moment that I spotted that all encompassing, winsome smile on Chhotababu’s face: “Good that you have not touched my feet or else I would have ended up cross-examining your baba about this sudden urge to train you in the right etiquettes,” he said.

On the way back baba started telling me about him: “What a man! No pride of learning whatsoever. Does not utter a word more than what is required. The senior wakils at the bar-library would vouch by his legal digests and commentaries. And handwriting? Likhnewale ki ungliya chum lu! And we all knew that Chhotababu was the tennis champion of the Station-Club. And indeed I saw him playing one day—no fanfare, no karamati—Chhotababu returning each serve with effortless ease. And no reaction betrayed on his face, whether he won or lost a point. Such was his focus and nonchalance.

When I was at Biratnagar (Nepal), studying at Krishna Prasad Koirala’s ashram of a school Adarsh Vidyalaya, I received  a letter from Baba: Chhotababu had left wakalati and had joined the Congress, the letter said. He does not stay in his bungalow anymore but lives in an ashram at Tikapatti, a fringe locality. And has started walking barefooted I was stunned for a few hours and began constructing in my mind a certain tapestry: a lonesome itinerant figure with his trademark smile, charkha-jhola-kambal slung on his side, walking down the village path. Unperturbed by fashion and commotion.

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Within:

By then I had joined the Student Federation. It was in 1942 that I met Bhaduriji for the second time. This time: at Bhagalpur Central Jail. I could see his smiling visage from a distance among the other time-servers in the Segregation Ward. He had also recognized me instantly: “You, here? Shabbash!” And then without giving me any time, this man of few words, started a rare unwinding. He turned to the assembled political prisoners: “This boy made a fool of the daroga of Farebgunj, do you all know? The daroga and some constables and chowkidars encircled their house, intending to trace the volumes on hanging and sacrifice that appeared in Chand and Hindpanch magazines respectively. They had a search warrant too. And young Renu got hold of a red khaddar gunny-bag and put up this little act as if he was taking off to school. Of course those books were in that bag. The daroga, truth be told, actually did express some suspicion but was fooled by his seemingly innocuous reply.” I became red with embarrassment—that was such an insignificant incident. What a thing to tell in front of such big political leaders! But that little incident broke the ice and instantly made my relationship easy with many prisoners thereafter.

Of course Bhaduriji was one of the star football players in jail and I always witnessed his steely nonchalance on and off the field. One day, after a volleyball match, he quietly asked me: “Don’t you know how to handle the volleyball?  Badminton? Tennis—anything? Why, will your name be stricken off from the Student Federation rosters if you indulge in games and sports?”  I was embarrassed. Actually, he was right. Student leaders would not look too kindly on young boys who would take interest in sports. That was not the ‘political field.’

There were five communal messes in our ward during that period. But Bhaduriji was swapaki—used to cook his own food. There was this man Anath-babu, who ran the mess where I was enrolled. But he used to always admonish me for my tea-drinking sprees.  I believe he had this secret mission of reforming me of this habit. So, he would take half a cup of milk, begin pouring a pale red tea ‘liquor’ over the milk and start his daily rant.  Every single day. Twice. All that I recall of it was tannic acid and tannin and the distortions and contortions of his facial muscles even as he tried to impress upon me my stupidity. One day I had had enough, rushed to Bhaduriji and asked whether he would allow me to have my tea with him. At this, he enquired what was wrong with the mess. I replied pat that Anath-babu and his gang would not allow me my daily dose of tannic acid.  He started chortling. The more I tried to explain that I actually meant ‘flavor,’ the more he would laugh his heart out. “No, no, you are correct,” he said, “But do you know the amount of tannin that a pot of tea contributes gets far outstripped by a tiny piece of betel-nut?” And he stopped himself right there.

Soon, I noticed that those who would lecture us on the side effects of guzzling tea would be the ones who consumed the maximum quantity of betel-nuts. Bhaduriji was trying to show the inconsistency of the health-wallahs—the gap between precept and practice. His tremendous and silent humanism would thus shine forth. Unexpectedly, minimally. That day he had narrated to me stories of some of the most famous tea-drinkers in history and how many cups they would gulp down every day. I still remember Gladstone was one of them. At another time, one of my ‘well-wishers’ complained to Bhaduriji that I had again gotten into the habit of smoking. His reply was typical: “Did Renu ever quit smoking? I always get the faint smell of Abdullah Cigarettes around here. May be he will be dismissed from his party if he quits smoking. How can you engage in red-hot political bahas without a fag?” It is only later, when I was alone with him, that he lightly suggested to me that the ‘sundries allowance’ that we used to get could also be utilized for officially acquiring cheap and proscribed Russian books and not just for buying Abdullah Cigarettes.

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Life in jail is a curious leveler.  You begin to detect the masks among different individuals. Our reverence for many big leaders got a severe jolt within the boundaries of the jail. We were witness to astonishing kinds of deviousness in everyday matters.  Circumstances forced us to become iconoclasts—divesting our consciousness of uncritical hero-worship. In such moments of confusion, it was Bhaduriji who would give us clarity and succor through his tireless, unadorned way of living. I recall that we used to get note-books and pencils in jail and many prisoners started writing. Birendranarayan from Bhagalpur would write plays and inspired other prisoners to act out his scripts. Ranen-babu wrote a short treatise in Hindi: Samajvaad ki Moti Baatein. Our Gandhian Rambahadur-babu composed a complicated chart on austere food habits and titled it Gandhivaadi-Aahar. One day Bhaduriji asked the Jail Superintendent to transfer him to the isolated T-Cells. The Superintendent was very surprised at this strange request. Why would one, on his own accord, wish to live in an isolated cell? What kind of prisoner was this? But some of us decided to join him in those cells soon. It is then that I realized why he was so interested in the T-Cell. It was possibly the best place to read and write, away from the din that marked our diurnal life in prison.  One day I chanced upon his ‘manuscript’—a diary of sorts—and could not stop until I finished the whole thing.  I quickly realized the tremendous literary and social power of this work.  He would underplay it, of course. Divert all discussion to other subjects. But what tremendous grace and fortuitousness: I was the first reader of Jagori!  A curious side-effect followed too: since my reading of the manuscript, I would often see someone in jail and think in my mind: “Babaji, your sketch has been etched right to the last detail in Jagori.” And chuckle.

I had never discussed his manuscript with Bhaduriji, save once, when I blurted out: “Bilu too, could not stand blood,” referring to one of the key figures in his novel through whom a section of that astonishing stream of consciousness meandered. He was silent and I did not press further.  But I could gather that he knew what I meant. Actually, a few days ago, while slicing some bread, he had accidentally cut his finger. The moment he saw the blood oozing, Bhaduriji fell senseless. As he gained consciousness and encountered our puzzled, worried looks, he routinely brushed it off: “Ah, you all carry on with you work. It is nothing. I just can’t stand blood.”

In one of the kavi-sammelans in jail I had decided to recite a rather longish poem of mine. Written in free verse. The poem tried to dramatize what might have gone through Gandhiji’s head  just after Kasturba’s death. I was young and it was a precocious bit of writing. At one point I wrote how Gandhiji was thinking about his first kiss with Kasturba and about such intimate moments spent with her. I was possibly thinking about the most human thing to do after the death of one’s beloved. But it stirred a hornet’s nest. The elderly gandhivaadis called the very thought obscene.  I had to sit down; my recitation unfinished. Saddened, I came back to my cell.  Bhaduriji walked in: “I heard the recitation session was very good today. Now, where is your poem?” When he saw the length and the freedom that I took with the metrical structure, he smiled in exasperation. Then, after giving me a hearing, remarked: “So, what did they say? Gandhiji had never kissed Kasturba?” And continued, “You know what? In the free verse mode there may not be any tuk (rhyme) but never ever forgo taal(rhythm). Those two nurtured taal in their relationship, which the world will little appreciate if it continues to vacantly moralize. And yes, why don’t you try writing stories? You do have a fine sense of the situation and the spread.”

Bhaduriji would maintain a small book rack in his cell which housed sundry novels. But also some English writings of M.N. Roy. Those who were in jail with Bhaduriji during the satyagrahi days in Hazaribag used to tell us that deep down Bhaduriji was a Roy-ist—asl mein woh Roy-ist hain, was the inference. This was a way to suggest that he had dubious loyalties, since during the Great War the Radical Humanists supported the Brits. And this running down the ‘other’ has been a standard, time tested way to prove by implication, how authentically radical one’s own position is, isn’t it? So, when I noticed those books on his rack, I asked him impulsively: “So, you still continue to be a Roy-ist, it seems?” “Of course I am,” he replied, “Have you had the chance to read any of M.N. Roy’s works? Do you comprehend, I mean feel, the dialectical process that you all are taught or is it mostly rote learning as Badrilal seems to practice every morning here? Have you read some of Plato’s dialogues? Or Indian philosophy? Not Upanishad. But say thinking about Nyaya and analytical philosophy—not in a faux comparative framework, which is a lazy endeavor, but in order to truly relate to what you and I have been doing?” That day I realized that he was no ist, save Purnia-ist. This incident reminded me of the lore of how a so-called French scholar had once an audience with Bhaduriji and was trying to give him some high-falutin lecture on French literature. After a while, Bhaduriji sought his permission, got a primer on French language from his home library and smilingly requested him to meet him again once he was done reading it (Those of you who have read Shotti Bhraman Kahini and his essay Madhusudan o La Fontaine will know how deep and subtle his knowledge of the French  language and literature was, though otherwise Bhaduriji was a man firmly grounded in the blood and grime of Purnia). Gentle as he was, Bhaduriji would give no indulgence to inanity and glibness. That is possibly one reason why he could not remain in the arena of public politics.

I remember another incident quite vividly. The jail administration had warned us that we could not celebrate January 26 in any form or manner. A day before, a thorough ‘search’ of our cells took place and sundry national flags, boxes of color, red ink, green and red papers—were all confiscated. The plan was to lock us up on January 26, with a threat that in case we indulge in nara-baazi and so on within our cells, there would be a lathi-charge. The gandhivaadis were against any form of programmatic politics. They argued: since we are locked up, we are now helpless. So, being closeted within the four walls of our cells was a form of protest in itself. The administration was naturally happy with this division of opinion. Anyway, we planned to stick to our program, queued up and started the proceedings with a few choicest slogans. Then we started singing bandemataram. The officer among the warders outside gave a shrill order—we could hear him loud and clear. Hearing the order, the gandhivaadis spread their blankets and began spinning charkhas. Presently, we heard the sound of the warders’ quick-march, approaching and approaching ever closer. At that moment Bhaduriji left his writing desk, came up and took his position right in the front row. He was already hit during the satyagraha days at the Purnia Zila Jail. A black mark on his neck bore the sign of that hit. Standing behind him and watching him sing bandemataram, I was wondering whether the lathi would again fall next to that very spot that day.

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After:

After our release from prison, one day I went to meet Bhaduriji. As I approached the Bhattabazar junction, I spied CID inspector ‘muchhedaar Shukla,’ taking a close look at Bhaduriji’s place. The dreaded Azad Dasta was still quite active in Purnia and it is through them that we came to know about some recent killings of the CID wallahs or about some fresh encounters with the police. But why Bhaduriji—he was a pure ahimsak?  And then I recalled that indeed he was one ahimsak who was marked X in jail. The charge against the gandhivaadi Y detainee was “that he was trying to overthrow the government.” And against the left-winger: “that he was trying to overthrow the government by means of terror and violence.” So, I gathered that the X mark was haunting him even outside of the jail. When I reached his place I appreciated the context better. Kuldeep Jha, the secretary of Azad Dasta, had come to meet Bhaduriji the night before and could not take off. He was sleeping peacefully, under mosquito net and all, in one of the basement rooms. When I informed Bhaduriji about the khufia activity, he did not seem to be very bothered.

The Congress was still an illegal association. District level Congress workers would meet periodically to discuss issues related to the Kasturba Memorial Fund. The first of these meetings took place at Bhaduriji’s place. I was present. At that meeting a few Congress workers suggested the publication of a parcha (handbill) to expose, and caution the people about,  the Jan Dasta methods of looting and extortion. Bhaduriji had found this proposal ridiculous and opposed it by making the point that even if it were to be true, this kind of a handbill would  merely help the police. The ones proposing the publication actually nurse a  hidden agenda, to be in the district administration’s nek-nazar. Those who proposed the handbill did not expect such a sharp intervention at all. I laughed my heart out. A few months later there was government decree to all kisaans and shop-owners to contribute money to the National War Fund. This was forcible extortion by the government. People started selling off land and cattle, jewelry and utensils in order to get hold of the amount fixed by the officials by the appointed date. The whole district was suffering, seething silently. The Congressi-babus had just come out of jail and so did not want to expose themselves immediately to this freshly brewing issue. At that point one day, in many leading newspapers, a long letter got published—a letter full of teeming satire, on the pure extortionist techniques that the government had adopted. The District Magistrate was livid and fuming  and immediately sent off a Show Cause Notice to Bhaduriji. We had a merry laugh and argued about its Hindi equivalent: kaaran bataao or dikhaao wajah—what could be more appropriate? But as Bhaduriji began to think of a suitable reply, the DM sent him a letter of apology. We came to know that the Judicial Secretary from Patna had sent a strong memo to the DM, asking him to rescind the charge against Bhaduriji. Thereafter this War Fund tamasha also stopped.

Meanwhile Jagori saw the light of the day—finally, after a few rejections! Some wonderful reviews followed. Awards too. But Bhaduriji was by then an itinerant journeyman. He had quit the Congress in 1947. He had briefly joined our party—C.S.P., but also quit it pretty soon since he realized that not unlike the Congress party—some Zamindar scions actually ran the party. He had no business in raj-kaaj (governance of the new nation) as he used to say. At that point I had also quit the party.  I recall a funny incident of that period. We were all travelling from village to village working for the Party and decided to stay over in a village close to River Parman on a particular night. The comrade who was from that part of the district promised us fish for dinner. So, as we approached the river-ghaat and as the comrade began calling out the names of the local fishermen, to our utter surprise we sighted the fishermen running helter-skelter. The comrade raised his voice further.  More running ensued. Bhaduriji got it. He started cackling: “Arre, first get rid of the red socialist headgear of yours. The poor men are sanguine that we are the police.”

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“You have seen enough Renu. Start chronicling. Via the inner you. The words and feelings that are hidden within you. Unbind them. Let the world know and feel with you,” he told me one day.  I had by then published about a dozen short stories in the magazine Vishwamitra, published from Calcutta. But could not muster the courage to write a novel. Maila Anchal was published in 1954. The day I got hold of my writer’s copy, I ran down the streets, straight to him.  I knew he was so happy and proud for me. Meanwhile, a few local Hindi writers spread the canard that my book was a copy of Bhaduriji’s Dhorai Charit Manas. Om Prakash, the proprietor of Rajkamal Prakashan wrote a letter to Bhaduriji and enquired about the matter. Bhaduriji’s reply was characteristic: “I am sure you have a couple of Hindi writers who are also adept in Bangla. Please ask them to read both the works. Renu has seen life in his own terms; he has evolved by developing his own resources and philosophy.” And told me: “Now you are an ‘all-Hindi figure’; these things are a natural corollary. The more well known you will become, the more you will witness the stingy-ness of soul. Don’t let that deter you. You have seen far sterner stuff. The world awaits you—sundry naysayers hardly matter. Just keep on writing.” For the muharat of Teesri Kasam, both Basu Bhattacharya and Basu Chatterjee came down to Purnia and they wanted Bhaduriji to hold the clap-stick. I was horrified, knowing his doubts about certain Hindi films. But he acquiesced, quite willingly, in fact.

It is impossible to write about our association and the days we lived in one short piece. I have barely narrated some disjointed incidents. Bhaduriji was such an accessible man. One who never ever gave priority to disinterested intellect, though he was the foremost writer-activist-intellectual of our time.  It would be apposite to end this tribute with a couple of lines from his Shotti Bhraman Kahini: “To be ordinary is the real blossoming, the fulfillment of human identity. Extra-ordinariness is a long-nosed caricature of that self. When our sensual soul is no more, we call it thoughtful mind. The limbs of the dead frog dazzle everyone in the frothy brightness.”

 

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Sabotage Not Terrorism

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Alberto Toscano

[The Context: The Tarnac Nine are nine alleged saboteurs arrested in the village of Tarnac, France in November 2008 in relation to a series of instances of direct action. The gendarmerie, French police, entered Tarnac with helicopters and dogs and dragged the suspects from their beds. Around twenty people were arrested on November 11, 2008, and nine of those were charged with "criminal association for the purposes of terrorist activity". Of those nine, Yildune Lévy was released, under review, on Jan 16th 2009 and Julien Coupat was released on May 28 of the same year. The nine are predominantly graduate students from middle-class backgrounds--22 to 34 years old. Five of the nine had been living in a farmhouse on a hill overlooking the village.]

The war on terror, which we were once told was infinite, seems past its sell-by-date. Even David Miliband has declared the term to be “misleading and mistaken.” But its effects on our polities persist. Following an age-old script, laws that had been sold as emergency measures have sunk their roots deep into the practices and mentalities of our governments. All forms of dissent that are linked, however tenuously, to politically-motivated illegal behaviour now fall within the purview of anti-terrorism measures , which claim to a nebulous “security” as their ultimate rationale.

While the geopolitical imperatives that underlay the war on terror are being fundamentally questioned, anti-terrorism continues to be used and abused as a flexible repressive instrument across Europe and beyond. From ecological activism to sociological research, there is little that anti-terrorism legislation cannot cover. The case of the “Tarmac Nine,” which had drawn such attention in France after a series of spectacular arrests on 11 November 2008, is a case in point.

Named after the village in the Corrèze district where a number of the prosecuted lived collectively and ran a grocery store and film club, the case revolves around the accusation that these politicised 20- and 30-somethings were responsible for a series of sabotage actions against the high-speed TGV trainlines in early November, which resulted in massive delays. From the outset, the case has been choreographed by the government, specifically by Sarkozy’s then minister of the interior, Michele Alliot-Marie.

To consider the Tarnac case is to be faced with a pattern for the criminalization of dissent which is becoming ever more general, and which is likely to intensify as Europe (witness the events in Greece over a period of time) is confronted with forms of social conflict which challenge the viability of the socio-economic order.

The French authorities have made it clear that the aim of this highly spectacular operation was to send a pre-emptive message, to nip in the bud the perceived threat of anti-capitalist movements that refuse the parliamentary arena and opt for direct action. This is what the French security services, with the imprecision typical of inquisitions, have been referring to as the “anarcho-autonomist tendency”. They have also referred to these political milieus as “pre-terrorist”.

The term is key. To the extent that terrorism is no longer perceived as a tactic, however repugnant, but as a kind of total crime beyond the pale of explanation or negotiation, the “pre-terrorist” is already on the way to becoming an absolute enemy of the state. This is how the same material act – the sabotage of a train line, for instance – may be perceived as an act of vandalism in one case, and as a political threat to the state in another. The consequences are clear, and they are disturbing.

The implementation of antiterrorist legislation is profoundly arbitrary and selective, hinging on the political proclivities of ministers, magistrates and the police, increasingly acting in concert and bypassing customary legal safeguards, above all the presumption of innocence. If hard evidence is absent – as it seems to be in the Tarnac case – then lifestyle and beliefs will do.

This was the approach taken by the minister of the interior herself. Recognising that there was no sign of attacks against persons in the whole affair, she nevertheless declared: “They have adopted underground methods. They never use mobile telephones, and they live in areas where it is very difficult for the police to gather information without being spotted. They have managed to have, in the village of Tarnac, friendly relations with people who can warn them of the presence of strangers.” The very fact of collective living, of rejecting an astoundingly restrictive notion of normality (using a mobile, living in cities, being easily observable by the police) has itself become incriminating.

The prosecution’s other plank, the alleged authorship by Julien Coupat (the only one of the accused still under preventive incarceration) of an anonymous book entitled The Coming Insurrection, which refers to acts of transport sabotage as part of an anti-capitalist rising of “communes”, also follows the pattern where the “pre” in pre-terrorism is defined by political statements or beliefs at odds with the current order.

The support committee of the Tarnac Nine has lucidly argued that antiterrorism has become a full-fledged method of government, a willfully vague expedient in the arsenal of the modern state. There is much at stake. We are losing the political literacy, and the legal capacity, to distinguish between sabotage and terrorism, vandalism and mass murder, as every oppositional alternative to the status quo is swallowed up under the umbrella of terrorism. In times of crisis and possible turmoil, this one-dimensional thinking is profoundly dangerous, and an insidious threat to everyone’s “security”.

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Alberto Toscano is a lecturer in sociology at Goldsmiths, University of London. He is best known to the English-speaking world for his translations of the work of Alain Badiou, including Badiou’s The Century and Logics of Worlds. He served as both editor and translator of Badiou’s Theoretical Writings and On Beckett. His book Fanaticism: The Uses of an Idea was published in 2010.

“Binadi, You Are Sleeping With The Light On?”

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During our stay in the Presidency jail, we used to organize functions and theatrical shows. This time there were fewer restrictions. The jail authorities helped us in setting up the stage, and we rented dresses and wigs from dressers outside. Consequently, our performances reached quite a high standard of excellence.

Besides, the political prisoners decided to observe all the functions organised by parties outside on political issues. This kept us in close touch with the political world outside and this was instructive for the common prisoners. Still, at times we got bored with everything. One evening I had a strange experience, bordering on reality and illusion. Friends had decided to organise Lenin’s Day. I was usually an observer on such occasions, but this time I decided to participate and resolved to prepare an essay on the subject. So, in the evening I shut myself up in my room and with a wrapper around my feet and a lantern by my side. I reclined with a pen and paper.

There was a chill in the air and I was feeling sleepy. With a firm resolution, I set myself up to the task of preparing a homage to Lenin. I had just penned a few lines when I heard a masculine voice ask me laughingly, “What are you writing?”

I looked up in surprise, and there, beside my bed, I saw Lenin. My body was paralysed. Was I dreaming? But it was more real than any dream. Removing the jumble of books on my table, he said again, “Well, you did not tell me what you were writing.” Nervously, I handed him the paper. After reading it, he returned the paper with a smile on his face.

Finding my tongue, I asked, “Is it too bad?”

“No. Why should it be bad? You Bengalis are never amiss at writing. Creating beautiful nothings with useless words. Even your detractors will agree on this.”

This sudden attack on my people angered me, and in a heated manner I rejoined, “Oh, is that all you know about Bengalis?”

Lenin’s smile became gentle. “No, I did not mean to hurt you. I know how passionately dedicated you are to a cause. But that is not enough.” After a pause he continued, “It’s true, you are always ready to sacrifice everything on a moment’s impulse; but you are totally unfit for the backbreaking and laborious task of pulling up a dying nation. Unless you are ready to lose yourselves with the millions of poverty-stricken destitute…

I spoke up cheerfully, “Oh, don’t you know? We have also started to think along those lines.”

“Who are these ‘we’?”

“Well, we the workers. Today almost all political parties are thinking of mass awakening, mass movement.”

I was interrupted, “You too think in the same way?”

Quite annoyed, I replied, ‘Of course, how could you even ask?”

“Well there is such a world of difference between your thoughts and your actions. With my Russian intelligence, I fail to understand you.”

“What difference do you find?”

“What difference you ask? Your beliefs may be all right, but as a worker, you are a complete failure.”

Disconnected, I stammered, “It’s true, I didn’t do much when I was outside, but I tried. I formed unions in some mills. I led the workers through a successful strike. I visited some villages. I know I did not achieve much, but you know how difficult this kind of work is.”

With a gentle smile he said. “Don’t be downhearted. I am not judging you by your success. I think you don’t understand the nature of the work. Or, realizing the difficulty of the task, you delude yourself. You do not have the forbearance for such self-sacrifice.”

“Why do you say that?”

“You are spending years in jail, side by side with the downtrodden, poverty-stricken people of your country. But how close do you get to them. What effect do you have on their minds? Do you ever try to teach them anything?”

“You know how difficult it is to reach out to them in jail?’

“Difficult,” he roared with his eyes flashing. “The word difficult does not exist in a rebel’s dictionary. If I were in your place…”

“Yes?”

“I would have broken down all barriers and shown them how absurd it is to try and keep people apart.”

Unconvinced, I said, “ Then they would have taken you away and locked you up in a solitary cell.”

‘Well that would have given me the honour of defeat. But what are you doing? You speak of equality, but here in jail you have formed a group of elite intellectuals and are spending your days in luxury. You treat the common prisoners as your servants and have no concern at all for their well-being.”

“What can we do?”

“You can do everything. You can share all your privileges with them; may be it won’t be much, but it will make them think of you as their own. If you think you don’t have enough to share, you can refuse preferential treatment.”

Lots of arguments came piling up: that would only allow the government to save money. Would we able to share such hardship? We were not used to it; our health would break down under the strain. What about our studies? Realising that all these arguments were mere excuses, I remained silent. Lenin continued to look at me, and after a while he asked, “ What are you thinking. It is too difficult, isn’t it? It is easier to put your head in the hangman’s noose than to bear such affliction from day to day, isn’t it so?

I bowed my head in silence. Lenin stood up, “I was right. I knew it. And not only you, I know about all the jails in India. Down from Jawaharlal and Jaiprakash to the communist students and workers of today, the problem is the same. You cannot forget your superior position; you cannot forego the privileges and comforts of your class. You just cannot come close to the destitute millions of your country. Your idea of mass uprising is mostly academic; you accept it with your intellect but you not feel it with your heart. Who knows when, after how many years, a batch of true workers will emerge in this country. I had hoped that it would be India after Russia—but with such workers…

“Binadi” You are sleeping with the light on? Shall I make your bed?” I sat up hurriedly. The exercise book with my half-finished essay lay on the ground. The pencil was still in my hand! At the Lenin Day meeting, I was again a silent observer with nothing to contribute. Someone asked me at the end of the meeting, “What did you think of my speech?”

“It’s useless,” I replied unthinkingly. Seeing her surprised look, I quickly corrected myself, “No, no I didn’t mean it. Your speech was wonderful, as it always is.”

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from Bina Das, A Memoir (translation: Dhira Dhar), Zubaan, 2010.

Bina Das was a member of Chhatri Sangha, a semi-revolutionary organisation for women in Kolkata. On 6 February 1932, she attempted to assassinate the Bengal Governor Stanley Jackson, a former England cricket captain, in the Convocation Hall of the University of Calcutta. She fired five shots but failed and was sentenced to nine years of rigorous imprisonment. After her early release in 1939, Das joined the Congress party. In 1942, she participated in the Quit India movement and was imprisoned again from 1942-45. From 1946-47, she was a member of the Bengal Provincial Legislative Assembly and, from 1947–51, of the West Bengal Legislative Assembly.

Everybody say Ye-Ye!

Michael E. Veal

A humid weekend night in the early 1990s. The scene: outside the Afrika Shrine nightclub in Ikeja, Lagos, Nigeria, home base of the legendary Nigerian musician Fela Anikulapo-Kuti and his thirty-piece orchestra, Egypt 80. Even though the ubiquitous, machine gun toting soldiers of the Nigerian army have a well-deserved reputation for making the lives of ordinary civilians miserable, they are decidedly peripheral to tonight’s scenario. The Shrine is understood to be Fela’s autonomous zone, where his own anarchic, hedonistic law prevails.

The atmosphere is festive as the audience enters, a mixture of students, activists, rebels, criminals, music lovers, and even politicians, policemen, and soldiers arriving incognito. They make their way through the sea of traders hawking their goods by candle light snacks,drinks, cigarettes, and marijuana as the sound of the Egypt 80 spills from inside the open-air club. After purchasing a ticket and being frisked for weapons at the doorway, audience members enter the interior of the Shrine, a semi-enclosed counter-cultural carnival of funky, political music, pot smoking, mysticism, and provocative dancing. Four fishnet-draped go-go cages, each containing a loosely clad female dancer grinding languorously, rise out of the smoky haze. A neon light in the shape of the African continent casts its red glow over the stage. In addition to more food, drink, and marijuana vendors, the rear of the club houses an actual shrine a large altar containing religious objects and photos of Fela’s Pan-Africanist political heroes, including Malcolm X, Marcus Garvey, Kwame Nkrumah, and Sekou Toure, and his late mother, Mrs. Funmilayo Anikulapo-Kuti.

The Egypt 80 band has been playing since midnight, wanning up the crowd with classics from Fela’s older recorded repertoire, such as ”Trouble Sleep” (1972), “Why Blackman Dey Suffer” (1972), “Lady” (1972), “Water No Get Enemy” (1975), “Opposite People” (1975),

“Sorrow, Tears and Blood” (1977), “Dog Eat Dog” (1977), “Beasts of No Nation” (1986), and bandleader/baritone saxophonist Lekan Animashaun’s “Serere (Do Right).” The band is awaiting Fela’s arrival, so these songs are sung by various band members, including

Animashaun (known around the Shrine as “Baba Ani”), second baritone saxophonist Rilwan Fagbemi (known as “Showboy”), Fela’s ten year- old son Seun, and artist/musician Dede Mabiaku, whom Fela often referred to as his “adopted son.” Fela, the “Chief Priest of Shrine,” finally arrives with his retinue around 2 A.M., to tumultuous applause. Dressed tonight in a tight purple jumpsuit stitched with traditional Yoruba symbols and shapes, he makes his way through the crowd to the stage and salutes his audience with the clenched-fist black power salute. He steps up to the mike and pauses, surveying the crowd with mischievous eyes while taking intermittent puffs from a flashlight-sized joint in his hand. Finally he speaks:

Everybody say ye-ye!

The crowd roars in response, and Fela segues directly into the profane, no-holds-barred criticism of the country’s leaders he has offered his audiences for the past two decades:

Bro’s and sisters, if you want to know how corrupt this country is, that word “corruption” has lost its meaning here! Fela arches his eyebrows, thrusts his chest and stomach out, and marches around the stage in imitation of the arrogant and obese ogas (literally “bosses”), men of importance who parade their wealth around Lagos in the midst of suffering:

“Yeah, I’m corrupt, man!”

The crowd bursts into laughter, and Fela continues his monologue:

In fact, corruption has even become a title in this country! In Germany, they have President Kohl. In America, they have President Bush. In England they have Prime Minister Major. Here in Nigeria, we have Corrupted Babangida!

At the mention of their president, the audience shouts in deafening unison “Ole!” (Yoruba for “thief”).

Fela switches into pidgin English and recounts an incident in which the president was snubbed by French president François Mitterand during a recent state visit:

When Corrupted Babangida go for France, Mitterand no wan meet am. He go dey send a cultural minister. He go say Nigeria be nation of thieves. The man was disgraced. When he came back, the fucking army was kicking ass all over Nigeria! Na how many students dem kill fo’ dat one?

The crowd roars in laughter and approval, the Shrine now rocking like a revivalist church:

You see, bro’s and sisters, I know dem. They are nothing but spirit beings. They are the same motherfuckers who sold Africans into slavery hundreds of years ago. In fact, the same spirit who controls Babangida controls Bush and Thatcher too. Everyone is here to play their same role again, and I want you all to know that tonight; Babangida, Obasanjo, Abiola, they have all been here before. That’s why I call this time the era of ”second slavery.”

They don’t have to come here and take us by force our leaders sell us up front. Everybody say ye-ye!

The audience shouts “ye-ye!” punctuated with cries of “yab dem!” (abuse them).

Bro’s and sisters, I’m gonna play for you now, a thing we call M.A.S.S.”Music Against Second Slavery.”

Fela spins around and sternly surveys the orchestra members, who stare at him intently. Slowly, he begins to clap out the song’s tempo to the band, wiggling his slender body to the rhythm. Though short in stature, he wields enormous authority onstage. A guitarist begins a serpentine single-note line, accompanied by a percussionist thumping out a thunderous rhythm atop an eight-foot traditional gbedu drum laid on its side. The audience indicates its growing excitement by yelling Fela’s various nicknames in response: “Omo Iya Aje!” (son of a powerful woman [literally "witch"]), “Baba!” (father), “Abami Eda!” (strange one, or spirit being), “Chief Priest!” “Black President!” Fela raises his hands above his head and waves the percussionists and rhythm section in. Time itself seems to slowly shift along with the sticks and the shekere rattle, whose steady chirping frames an intricate tapestry of spacy rhythm.

Stepping to his electric organ at center stage, Fela begins to improvise around the rhythm with greater and greater density. At the height of his solo, he waves in the ten-piece horn section, which enters dramatically, blaring the song’s theme. With instrumental solos, featured dancers, and audience participation games, it will be another thirty minutes before Fela even begins to sing, but the audience is in delirious, swirling motion. Another night at the Afrika Shrine has begun. Fela will perform from his arrival until dawn. This is partly in the tradition of Lagos night life, but it also results from more pragmatic considerations Lagos is one of the world’s most dangerous cities and travel is extremely ill-advised after dark. In keeping with his policy of only presenting unrecorded material in concert, Fela is playing a repertoire familiar only to regular attendants of the Shrine tonight. ”Chop and Clean Mouth Like Nothing Happened, Na New Name for Stealing” details the Nigerian economy’s plundering by successive heads of state; “Country of Pain” bemoans the hardships of life in post oil boom Nigeria; “Big Blind Country” uses the English blonde wigs worn by Nigerian judges and the hair straightening practised by some African women as metaphors for the “artificial niceness” of the country’s politicians; “Government of Crooks” details the siphoning of the country’s oil wealth by corrupt politicians, bureaucrats, and soldiers; “Music Against Second Slavery” decries the impact of Islam on contemporary Nigerian politics and power relations; “Akunakuna, Senior Brother of Perambulator” criticizes government harassment of petty street traders and other participants in the country’s informal

economy; and “Pansa Pansa” is a defiant battle cry composed in the wake of the brutal 1977 army raid on Fela’s Lagos compound, the “Kalakuta Republic.”

Like most of his music since 1979, these are all lengthy, complex compositions, often lasting forty minutes or more. On stage, Fela combines the autocratic band-leading style and dancing agility of James Brown, the mystical inclinations of Sun Ra, the polemicism of Malcolm X, and the harsh, insightful satire of Richard Pryor. Gliding gracefully around the stage in white face paint, which he says facilitates communication with the spirit world, he is not above interrupting the performance to harangue musicians, sound technicians, or audiences. However, the Egypt 80 band is in top form tonight, executing Fela’s music with energy, clarity, and whiplash precision. On up-tempo numbers like “Government of Crooks” or “Country of Pain,” Fela and the band play with an intensity that thoroughly possesses the Shrine audience. On slower, midtempo numbers like “Chop and Clean Mouth . . . ,” Fela’s highlife and funk roots are evident in the easy rhythmic flow of the percussion section; the chopping, stuttering guitars; and the blaring, syncopated horns. Above it all, Fela alternately jokes with the audience and spits out his political lyrics in angry, declamatory phrases darting between the shrill voices of the six-member female chorus and the guttural, baritone punctuations of the horn section. On “Government of Crooks,” he sings about the government’s complicity in the despoliation of southeastern Ogoniland by foreign oil companies, a state of affairs that had recently culminated in the state execution of Ogoni activist/playwright Ken Saro-Wiwa:

 

All of us know our country

Plenty-plenty oil-e dey

Plenty things dey for Africa

Petroleum is one of them

All di places that get di oil-o

|Now oil pollution for di place

All the farms done soak with oil-o

All the villages don catch disease

Money done spoil di oil area

But some people inside government

All of us know our country

There is plenty oil

Plenty resources in Africa

Petroleum is one of them

All the places where oil lies

Are spoiled with pollution

The farms are soaked by oil leaks

The villages are rife with disease

Money has ruined the oil areas

But some people in government

Dem don become billionaires

Billionaires on top of oil-o

and underhanded crookedness . . .

Have become billionaires

From oil wealth

and underhanded crookedness . . .

On ”Movement Against Second Slavery,” he takes his most insulting potshots at the country’s military government while subtly reprising his famous song “Zombie,” which precipitated a brutal military attack on his compound fifteen years earlier:

FELA: Now come look our president

CHORUS: Zombie! (repeats after every line)

FELA: Na soldier, him be president

He say he want to travel

Travel on a state visit to France

Na so him go,

He go Paris-o

And when he reach there nko

Na ordinary minister meet am

White man go dey tell-e dem:

“We don tire for soldier

Soldier cannot be president

It just be like robbery”

Like armed robber come meet you for house

The armed robber come take over your house

Chop all your food

Fuck all your wives

Take all your money

Hen! Na so soldier government be-o . . .

FELA: Now, look at our president

CHORUS: Zombie!

FELA: A soldier is president

He says he wants to travel

Travel on a state visit to France

And so he went,

He went to Paris

And when he reached his destination

He was met by an ordinary minister

The white man told him:

“We are tired of soldiers

A soldier cannot be president

It’s just like armed robbery”

Like an armed robber coming to your house

The armed robber will take over your house

Eat all your food

Fuck all your wives

Take all your money

Hmm! This is what a military government means . . .

Reflecting Fela’s feeling that his music was as much for education as it was for dancing and entertainment, the Shrine audience enjoyed the music in various ways. Tuesday night audiences tended toward reflection; while some danced singly or in pairs, most enjoyed the music from their seats, listening intently to Fela’s lyrics and freely offering responses or rebuttals to his comments. On these nights, the smell of Indian hemp mixed with the pulse of the hypnotic afrobeat in the thick tropical air, and the Shrine took on the ambience of a psychedelic town meeting held in a dance hall. Friday was mainly a dance night, with the house packed and people on their feet from the time Egypt 80 took the stage until dawn laughing, cheering, and singing along with Fela’s every line. Saturday when Fela presented his ”Comprehensive Show” complete with the Egypt 80 dancers and an enormous, ritual conical “cigar” presumably filled with marijuana and various native herbs was also mainly a dance night, with the most diverse audience of the week; listeners traveled from all over Lagos and beyond to enjoy the music. For some attendees, a visit to the Shrine, with its marijuana smoking, go-go dancers, and antigovernment lyrics, was an act of social rebellion in itself. Others came to engage, examine, or debate Fela’s political philosophy. Still other visitors were content merely to enjoy the music, irrespective of its political sentiments. Each show concluded at dawn with Fela pausing before the shrine in the rear of the building. With intense flames leaping into the air, the “Chief Priest of Shrine” paused, flanked by two young male attendants to salute his ancestors and Pan-Africanist heroes, before returning home as the rest of Lagos awakened with the dawn.

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Michael e. Veal is Professor of Music and African-American Studies,Yale University.

Force and Adoration: Ambedkar’s Maitri

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Aishwary Kumar

In his final work The Buddha and His Dhamma, Bhimrao Ambedkar returns frequently to the concept of maitri, which he most often renders, for the first time in his essay on Marx, as “fellowship”. “Maitri or fellowship towards all must never be abandoned”, he writes in “Buddha or Karl Marx”. “One owes it even to one’s enemy.” In deploying maitri in such a fashion, translating it neither as friendship nor fraternity, and finding its possibility in the actions of the soldier, bandit, magistrate, and even the executioner, the mature Ambedkar departs from the normative rendering of the concept in two ways. Firstly, he understands maitri categorically as that which refuses the foundational distinction between friendship and hostility. Maitri is a gesture that one makes towards the enemy; as such, it militantly exceeds the moral dictates of friendship and fidelity. In his final years, immersed into formulating a rigorously non-humanist and religious critique of religion, Ambedkar deepens the concept of maitri further, including in its ambit not merely the human but also the animal. Maitri”, he claims in The Buddha and His Dhamma, “is extending fellow feeling to all beings, not only to one who is a friend but also to one who is a foe: not only to man but to all living beings.” Indeed, creaturely life, Ambedkar argues, is most proper to maitri precisely because the normative conception of love (karuna), which human beings express only towards their own species, excludes nonhumans. Maitri, on the other hand, makes both the adversary and animal its intimate subject. It is inclusive in a way that the Christian conception of love is not.

 Maitri too is religious and quotidian. Yet unlike love, which harbors despite its best intentions a sacrificial hierarchy at its source¾ in a remarkable and paradoxical neologism, Ambedkar calls religious love (bhakti), and the love for religion, “life-force”¾ maitri is anti-sovereignty and non-theological. Acts of sovereignty, manifest in the sovereign’s right to take life in the precisely name of keeping life sacred and safe, whose most violent instance is the death penalty, contaminates the ethical force of maitri. Even if it is marked by an irreducible religiosity, then, maitri resists the pernicious onto-theological alliance between religion and sovereignty. It does not take life in the name of keeping life unscathed. Nor does it give life in the name of charity or pardon. Instead, maitri gives life, even to the enemy combatant, in the name of absolute equality, in the name of forgiveness that refuses to be identified as such.

It is this religion without religion that Ambedkar thinks when he recovers the encounter between the Buddha and the dreaded bandit Angulimala in his masterwork. In that encounter, what converts the violent bandit is neither the sudden dawning of guilt upon him nor his momentary exposure to divine luminescence. What converts him instead is the truth manifest in the figure of the Buddha himself.  Only this “love of truth” founds the empirical ground of an egalitarian faith and establishes another mode of belief and adoration, one that exceeds both the religious and humanist conceptions of love. Hence Ambedkar’s perennial dissatisfaction with love, affirmed again in The Buddha and His Dhamma, “Love is not enough. What is required is maitri. Perhaps the proper rendering of what the mature Ambedkar calls maitri, then, is neither fraternity nor friendship, even though he alludes to both throughout the 1940s and the 1950s, but rather adoration; an immeasurable gift of belief and compassion (mudita) across the abyss of species difference.

What does this radical reconceptualization of love, this forceful affirmation of life as such, gives us most to think? What might a “religion without religion”, which would, by its very name, also be a religion profoundly aware of its own ineluctable complicity with force and mastery, call forth? In trying to recover Ambedkar’s moral thinking from normative and humanist histories of equality, my intention here is to simply recall that what is living, what exists, and most ontologically, what is, for Ambedkar, is not that which is same but rather that which is wholly other, wholly unequal, and above all, wholly mortal. In this politicization of finitude, this foregrounding of the knowledge of impermanence (sunnyata), Ambedkar does not valorize death or sacrifice in the manner of a satyagrahi, even though he does not renounce the imperative of war and “general mobilization” either. Instead, he recovers in the consciousness of finitude the possibility of an unconditional and collective sacrifice of interest; a sacrifice from which equality amongst mortals might emerge. Thus, in Annihilation of Caste (1936), two decades before his masterwork, and right in the midst of his critique of the antidemocratic structure of Plato’s republic, Ambedkar had already called equality a responsibility towards the “incommensurable”; a responsibility heterogeneous to calculation, substitution, and measure.

A responsibility, in other words, that mobilizes force- and what is annihilation (ucched) if not a call to force- in the name of absolute singularity, in the name of the unequal’s irreproducible and each time unique birth and death.[1] It is on this affirmation of life amidst life’s impermanence that the mature Ambedkar’s ahimsaic adoration would come to hinge. In this paper, I offer an archeology of this adoration, of Ambedkar’s radical attempt to formulate the conditions of a love proper and adequate to politics. I will not trace the infinite variations in which this excessive love appears in his itinerary, in neologisms such as “love of truth”, “love of politics”, and so on. I will only attempt, in a necessarily delimited fashion, to follow the rhythms and vicissitudes of this adoration, this egalitarian excess, that the mature Ambedkar eventually calls maitri.

Mastery and Measure

 How does the late recovery of adoration (maitri) turn the thread of Ambedkar’s enduring thinking about force? Does the move away from sovereignty lead to its attenuation? Or is maitri itself the maturation of that militant critique of force that had begun to take shape as early as Ambedkar’s Columbia University seminars in the 1910s? Is maitri, by turns and simultaneously, force and adoration, founded in love yet necessarily in excess of it? An excess that Ambedkar captures in his equivocal tribute to Ranade when he declares, “I regard my feelings of hatred as a real force. They are only the reflex of the love I bear”? What kind of love is this? And what would this force, this “real force”, be?

In a remarkable passage in Philosophy of Hinduism that deals with the relationship between force and conduct, the later Ambedkar leaves some traces that we may follow. He compares the instinctive urge to satisfy hunger with the impulse to “forge a weapon against the enemy”. Both belong, he argues, to the order of biological and psychological force, in which the body simply makes movements that it deems necessary to survive. These movements, which might entail violence in that they veer towards killing the enemy or predator, are not immoral. They are simply “unmoral”. That is, they cannot be judged by the established norms of morality at all, for these acts are so instinctive, so incalculable, that they cannot be placed in a world of normative values. They cannot be “compared with others, valued, or chosen”. And yet, even if “governed by forces not as moral in purpose”, Ambedkar says, they are “as valuable in result”. Forging a weapon against the enemy is, thus, an ordinary and originary, indeed a pre-ethical, act. It is unmoral and invaluable because it comes before any measure of moral value, before any judgment of faculty or force has been established. “Psychologically” everyone possesses it; everyone must possess it.

In as much as it is not tainted by the “spirit of retaliation”, forging a weapon¾ that most ancient and originary movement of the hand¾ belongs to the order of quotidian and egalitarian force. It is not chosen, it is given equally.[2] Never does Ambedkar­- and we see this emerge in the most militant fashion in Thoughts on Pakistan- attenuate the significance of passion and mastery, of competition and honor for democracy proper. Instead, he renounces hostility precisely to reclaim the equalizing possibilities opened by war in its purest and most ethical sense. Maitri is another name, then, for love that is founded in difference, in an ethical and transformative violence even. It is a passion for that which is equal, if only because with it one shares one’s own finitude and anxiety, and in the final instance, one’s nothingness. Each time singular, maitri is inalienable yet shared, given to mastery and equality alike. Inasmuch it does not renounce difference, it does not give up on honor and competition either. That controversial question in Thoughts, “The Hindus have a difficult choice to make: to have a safe army or a safe border?” marks the founding paradox of that force which will conceptually mature and eventually take form as maitri.

Every now and then, Ambedkar’s conceptualization of force falls into the language of immunity and measure, of spiritual purism and national sovereignty even. Yet by giving it the name of religious responsibility, he also imparts his vision of force an ethical and immeasurable depth. Incandescently announced in the title of Annihilation of Caste, calling for an unconditional destruction of “irreligion”, this force measures itself against nothing but truth. “Religion”, after all, “is concerned with the love of truth.”[3] The annihilator (uccehdvadi) holds itself accountable to no authority or limit. In him, freedom and mastery subsume measure; responsibility comes to be marked by the religiosity of force alone. As Ambedkar memorably puts it, “The moment it degenerates into rules it ceases to be Religion, as it kills responsibility, which is the essence of a truly religious act…I have, therefore, no hesitation in saying that such a religion must be destroyed and I say, there is nothing irreligious in working for the destruction of such a religion.”[4] In sum, annihilating religion in the name of religious responsibility, seeking through immeasurable force what can only be called, thus, a religion without religion. It is the same logic of immeasurability that Ambedkar mobilizes again when a decade later he militantly proclaims, “the slogan of a democratic society must be machinery and more machinery, civilization and more civilization.”[5]

More machinery than whom? Measured against which other civilization? Where is this other democracy? Ambedkar does not say¾ he has perhaps America in mind¾except that this immeasurability is grounded in absolute equality alone. A very singular thought is at work here, one that often gets carried away in the most antidemocratic directions. For in Ambedkar, there are moments when certain forms of masteries, certain variations of the master-serf relationship even, tend to acquire a peculiar sheen of just benevolence, if not equality. But then, that is the very nature of democratic action, the very nature of critique of force, as Ambedkar himself concedes. One can never safely separate its evil from its egalitarian promises. Indeed, only when one is radically possessed by the idea of immeasurability, only when one is unconditionally given over to the emancipatory possibilities of generalized force, that one can write of equality in the manner that Ambedkar writes of it. “A society which does not believe in democracy may be indifferent to machinery”, he claims, “but a democratic society cannot. The former may well content itself with a life of leisure and culture for the few and a life of toil and drudgery for the many.” But not democratic society, he repeats. Authentic equality will come, he declares in a dizzying formulation, only “when machine takes the place of man”.[6]

Saving Virtue

This materialist, almost utopian, dream of the automaton appears in the same threshold decade between 1930 and 1940 that annihilation (ucched), with its explicit call for mastery and mobilization, for religiosity and action, has also entered Ambedkar’s lexicon. Nothing that Ambedkar writes in this decade remains untouched by the categories, figures, tropes, rhetoric, and facts of World War. In works that appear towards the end of the war, Ambedkar returns to an intermittent but unconditionally hostile critique of fascism. If his responsibility towards Nietzsche and nihilism had always been marked by equivocation, his repulsion to Nazism’s claim to spiritual mastery remained unambiguous. It is suggestive that Ambedkar’s most explicit attempt to rescue Nietzsche, the latter’s ethical nihilism even¾ by which he simply means Nietzsche’s capacity to understand the immeasurable virtuosity of force¾ comes in Philosophy of Hinduism. And this equivocal defense is mounted precisely as a critique of those who, in their petty understanding of mastery, have extrapolated and vulgarized Nietzsche’s thinking of force. Of course, Ambedkar clarifies

It is not difficult to see that his philosophy can be as easily applied to evolve a super state as to superman. This is what the Nazis have done. At any rate the Nazis trace their ancestry from Nietzsche and regard him as their spiritual parent. Hitler has himself photographed beside a bust of Nietzsche; he takes the manuscripts of the master under his own special guardianship; extracts are chosen from Nietzsche’s writings and loudly proclaimed at the ceremonies of Nazism, as the New German Faith. Nor is the claim by the Nazis of spiritual ancestry with Nietzsche denied by his near relations. Nietzsche’s own cousin Richard Ochler approvingly says that Nietzsche’s thought is Hitler in action and that Nietzsche was the foremost pioneer of the Nazi accession to power. Nietzsche’s own sister, few months before her death, thanks the fuehrer for the honor he graciously bestows on her brother declaring that she sees in him that incarnation of the Superman foretold by Zarathustra.[7]

Yet precisely because of this vulgar filiation between philosophy and street politics, Ambedkar sees in fascism’s will to mastery not a love of Nietzsche, nor a fidelity to force, but a betrayal of adoration. How can people who shamelessly consecrate an all too human thinker be authentically Nietzschean? Hitler is a perversion- Gandhi will terrifyingly say exemplary- of what Ambedkar usually associates with “direct action”. This perversion contaminates the equality that might have been accomplished in an authentically fought war.[8] Fascist action, given over to idolatry, bust-worship, and ceremonial politics of the street¾ hence, Ambedkar’s comparison of the “gangsterism” of the Muslim League and Hindu Mahasabha with the NSDAP¾ destroys the purity of war.[9] Adoring Nietzsche, fascism attempts to annihilate tradition, seeks to break away from religion, tries to gather unparalleled technological energy in the interest of national reparation, and fails. Nazism, then, is repulsive not because it is nihilistic. Instead, it is a colossal failure because it is not properly, ethically, forcefully, annihilative (ucchedvadi).

Ambedkar himself is scrupulous in his reading of the Anti-Christ and Thus Spoke Zarathustra; rigorous in distinguishing Nietzsche’s own faith from the unfaithful interpretation of his lovers; careful to mark out one Nietzsche text from another. Accustomed by now to being misunderstood by followers and antagonists alike, he is drawn to that Nietzsche who “foresaw for himself a remote public, centuries after his own time to appreciate him.”[10] This poignant line, a direct reference to the confessional sentence that appears in the foreword of The Anti-Christ, also illuminates the mature Ambedkar’s own reconciliation with nationalist grudge over his own mastery of philosophical sources, or as Nietzsche might put it, his “honest [y] in intellectual matters to the point of harshness.”[11] “Nietzsche’s philosophy had become identified”, Ambedkar says, “with will to power, will to violence and denial of spiritual values, sacrifice, servility to and debasement of the common man in the interest of the superman.”[12] It is not Nietzsche himself, not his demand for sacrifice, not his “courage for the forbidden”, not his dream of the Superman that debases force. It is the appropriation of sacrifice by the unfaithful few, paradoxically, that vulgarizes it.

Despite his absolute rejection of equality as sameness, Ambedkar’s Nietzsche believes¾ any philosopher worthy of the name must uncompromisingly believe¾ that at the heart of every revolution there lies the authentic demand for incommensurable equality; that is, equality that refuses to subsume difference. Ambedkar’s Nietzsche, perhaps most importantly, is a thinker of the future, one who “took comfort [and gave Ambedkar some comfort, one might add] by placing himself among the ‘posthumous men’”, and in whose ideas virtue and force were emancipated from their petty cruelties and hierarchical perversions.[13] Even as he finds deplorable resonances of the Manusmriti in Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Ambedkar refuses to deny the genius of Nietzsche’s selfless ambition: conceiving mastery that would be grounded in disinterest (upeksha) and authentic love.

What Ambedkar always feels compelled by, then, is the immeasurable virtuosity of war between those equal in virtue. The promise of equality that comes by way of mastery, even militarized sovereignty, never fails to attract him. This mastery is not of one over another; instead, this is a relational mastery, one that forges kinship between equals. Everyone must equally and dutifully prepare for such an “equalitarian” war. Nonviolence, after all, might be construed as truthful, meaningful in its extra-moral, that is, non-hegemonic and non-normative sense, only when everyone is a soldier, when everyone has the equal right to sacrifice, when each has equally mastered the virtue of selfless war and nonviolence alike. Virtue itself, above all, might sometimes necessitate war. “We wage war, 0 disciples, therefore we are called warriors”, Ambedkar’s Buddha tells his followers.Wherefore, Lord, do we wage war?” they ask him.For lofty virtues, for high endeavor, for sublime wisdomfor these things do we wage war: therefore we are called warriors. Where virtue is in danger do not avoid fighting, do not be mealy-mouthed.” An incommensurable equality then, equality not of measure but of immeasurable mastery: this is where Ambedkar is most Nietzschean, never shying away from virtuous war, never renouncing the ethical value of difference¾ and sometimes competition¾ amongst equals.

 Just Force

If love, freedom, mastery, honor even, are necessarily conjoined, what is, for Ambedkar, mastery proper, mastery that is virtuous and egalitarian? Who is worthy of being such a master? It is that who respects suffering and finitude; who relinquishes civility (vinaya) not even in war; who renounces transcendence for a scrupulous ontology grounded in the unequal’s quotidian and unspectacular mortality alone. Thus, fascism’s spectacle of spiritual ancestry contaminates what might have been its authentic “leveling force”.[14] Let us briefly pause here, on this term “leveling force”, which is a singular way of describing equality, of thinking equality as an extenuation of force. In a vertiginous formulation, Ambedkar describes “unfettered slavery”, that is, the equal right of everyone to own slaves, as an “equalitarian principle”. As long as everyone is a master, as long as one class (Shudra) alone is not enslaved and devoid of mastery, slavery retains its “leveling force”. Barely three passages earlier, Ambedkar had already declared, “In short, justice is simply another name for liberty, equality, and fraternity”.[15]

Now the problem of whether general slavery, while it is certainly egalitarian inasmuch everyone can be a master, is also just, Ambedkar does not resolve. However, it is clear that for him equality within the system of generalized slavery ensues from the fact of equality in virtue. Everyone, without discrimination although not without competition, is seen as equally deserving of having property. Which means, rather than being grounded in charity or compassion of one dominant group towards another, general slavery universalizes¾ no, radically frees¾ responsibility and even maitri. Each touches another freely; each is obliged to another; each defends his neighbor equally; everyone and not the benevolent abolitionist alone are equally responsible for freedom. Everyone, above all, is righteously and legitimately armed. Only in this mastery can authentic nonviolence and love of equals take root.

Assuming there is a grievance, assuming there is consciousness of grievance; there cannot be a rebellion by the lower orders against the Hindu social order because the Hindu social order denies the masses the right to use arms. Other social orders such as those of the Muslims or the Nazis follow the opposite course. They allow equal opportunity to all. They allow freedom to acquire knowledge. They allow the right to bear arms and take upon themselves the odium of suppressing rebellion by force and violence. To deny freedom of opportunity, to deny freedom to acquire knowledge, to deny the right of arms is a most cruel wrong. It mutilates and emasculates man…The Nazis had indeed a great deal to learn from the Hindus. If they had adopted the technique of suppressing the masses devised by the Hindus they would have been able to crush the Jews without open cruelty and would have also exhibited themselves as humane masters.[16]

This is a giddy passage. After all, there is something peculiar¾ something given over to violent measure¾ in a critique of cruelty that nevertheless redraws the world according to a hierarchy of sufferers whose fates, Ambedkar knows fully well, are equal only in their incommensurable suffering. Why this resort to a hierarchy of incommensurable sufferers and unequals? Does such a hierarchy not reduce equality precisely to that which Ambedkar abhors, which is measure? Why does the untouchable have to be the most sovereign unequal, most unequal amongst the world’s unequals? What is at work in this contamination of Ambedkar’s immeasurability, his pure ethics, by mastery and measure?  There is, beyond doubt, a strain of radical conservatism in Ambedkar’s itinerary; one which is often compelled by a vision in which nothing seems more degrading than being banished from the world of senses, barred from light and touch, consigned to shadows and corners. In a fragment of his autobiography composed a few years before Auschwitz, Ambedkar speaks evocatively of his life in a dungeon, away from humanity and light, in the company of animals alone. And this was no incarceration or confinement of the Nazi type. This was life, ordinary, routine, solitary, often homeless, and marked by sleeplessness and death, right in the heart of modern India.

We will have to let go for now this singular moment in Ambedkar’s itinerary of the self¾ indeed that which becomes the very ground of his radical selflessness (anatta)¾ for another occasion. Here, let us only mark that it is this experience and the plea for its singularity that aggressively shapes Ambedkar’s comprehension of suffering of those distant from him in time and place. And yet, while the demand for incommensurability sometimes forces him into seeing elements of freedom even in Roman bondage in ways he finds unavailable to the Hindu untouchable, while it forces him into remorselessly describing even slavery as a “vague gift” for the slave, it is also his intimate knowledge of servitude and confinement that enables him to recover from the Jewish migration from Egypt an exemplary religious force. A militant extenuation of force, a general mobilization of virtue on industrial scale, then, will have always mediated Ambedkar’s religiosity. A revolutionary and ethical violence will have, in his eyes, never compromised his nonviolence (ahimsa). In Ambedkar, religion and machine, maitri and force, faith and knowledge, often cohabit, inseparable yet heterogeneous to one another. For what Ambedkar calls the love of truth is also a certain adoration of force, an affirmation of life in the right to mobilize. Perhaps that is why in The Buddha and His Dhamma, it is the aporetic and sacrificial figure of the soldier that returns most often as the exemplar of maitri, as the true affirmer of species life as such.

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Aishwary Kumar is assistant professor of intellectual history and political theory at Stanford University. The essay first appeared in Seminar 641, January 2013.


[1] See Ambedkar, Annihilation of Caste, in Babasaheb Ambedkar: Writings and Speeches (Govt. of Maharashtra: Education Department, henceforth BAWS), Vol. 1: 60.

[2] See Ambedkar, Philosophy of Hinduism, BAWS, Vol. 3: 82.

[3] Ambedkar, Philosophy of Hinduism, BAWS, Vol. 3: 86.

[4] Ambedkar, Annihilation of Caste (Jalandhar: Bheem Patrika Publications, 1936), 87-88

[5] Ambedkar, What Congress and Gandhi Have Done to Untouchables (Lahore: Classic, 1977; originally published 1945), 295. [Emphasis added]

[6] Ambedkar, What Congress and Gandhi Have Done to Untouchables, 295.

[7] Ambedkar, Philosophy of Hinduism, BAWS, Vol. 3: 74-75.

[8] “Direct action” is one of Ambedkar’s most insurgent and prolific expressions. See for one example, Ambedkar, Essays on Untouchables and Untouchability: Political, BAWS, Vol. 5: 375.

[9] Ambedkar, Pakistan, Or the Partition of India (Bombay: Thacker & Co., 1945), 260.

[10] Ambedkar, India and the Prerequisites of Communism, BAWS, Vol. 3: 117.

[11] “These [with courage for the forbidden] alone are my readers, my rightful readers, my predestined readers: what do the rest matter?¾ The rest are merely mankind.” Nietzsche, The Anti-Christ, (London: Harmondsworth, 1968), 114.

[12] Ambedkar, India and the Prerequisites of Communism, BAWS, Vol. 3: 117. [Emphasis added]

[13] Ambedkar, India and the Prerequisites of Communism, BAWS, Vol. 3: 117.

[14] Ambedkar Philosophy of Hinduism, BAWS, Vol. 3: 26.

[15] Ambedkar Philosophy of Hinduism, BAWS, Vol. 3: 25.

[16] Ambedkar, India and the Prerequisites of Communism, BAWS, Vol. 3: 126-27. [Emphasis added]

The Politics of Shaming

manash

 Manash Bhattacharjee

As the 5th annual gay parade in Delhi walked the streets with colourful pride on 25th November, 2012, I remembered the outrageously disturbing story two years back, which shook every gender sensitive conscience: the alleged suicide of Dr Shrinivas Ramchandra Siras. The possibility of Dr. Siras committing suicide didn’t hold much conviction in the face of everyone’s disbelieving shock upon receiving the news. Those who were empathetically in touch with the AMU professor claimed he was happy about the Allahabad High Court’s decision to stay his suspension. Dr. Siras was also quoted as saying he wanted to go to America, where he would be allowed to live freely as a gay man. He wanted to spend the rest of his life fighting for gay rights. It’s tragic he had to fight the first battle, without luck, for his own life.

 

The Question of Evidence:

If it is a Miracle, any sort of evidence will answer, but if it is a Fact, proof is necessary.

~ Mark Twain

The police and others said it couldn’t be murder as the doors were locked from inside. As if locked doors were such a conclusive clue. The farce of prima facie evidence had always sought to transform countless murders into suicides. Suicide is the official euphemism for murder in India. It has become the most convenient cover-up story. What comes readily to the investigating police officer’s lips is “suicide” whereas the most obvious possibilities of deliberate poisoning or other subtle ways of stage-setting a murder as suicide doesn’t seem to occur to the qualified gentleman. Such a defensive strategy raises more suspicion than hope. Worse is the tacit assumption that suicide is an angst-ridden private act whereas the reasons behind even legitimate suicide cases are socially instigated.

 

The Question of Shame:

Thus speaketh the discerning one: shame, shame, shame – that is the history of man!

~ Nietzsche

The lure of shaming others publicly now has a lethal weapon: the spy-camera. The spy-camera, used to shame something ethically private before the eyes of the public, gets into a dangerously unrestricted territory of manipulation. It ends up being a bizarre syndrome where neo-perverts exploit others for money or revenge. The film LSD showcased how women are used as tools into unknowingly performing sexual acts before a hidden camera for the sake of profit. Other people are made victims of hate because of their queer sexual identity. Their sexual practices are termed ‘immoral’ by the moral police who comprise religiously conservative, heterosexual goons. This psyche was exemplified by those students who surreptitiously filmed Dr. Siras’s consensual sexual act. As if Dr. Siras being gay posed a threat to the paranoid norms of the hyper-masculine, heterosexual brigade. They decided to strike back at the professor with a fascist mindset. It was a premeditated act by the students in the name of stirring up an utterly reactionary public scandal. They saw themselves as representatives of the entire heterosexual community’s moralistic concerns. This seemed to legitimise their act. They gave the impression, as if acting in the larger interest kept them outside charges of private motivations. But what is most private is the pleasure involved in shaming. The pleasure of shaming occurs in the individual, even though it is shared in the larger realm of public consumption. The pleasure of shaming comes from the desire to humiliate. Humiliation is instigated by the breakdown of erotic and altruistic ties among human beings. In such an exceptional situation, hate wages war against shame. Shame is the irreducible, ethical essence of a human being. Humiliation is aimed at the dis-possession of the other’s shame. But it includes the violator’s shamelessness. Shamelessness is the most consciously violent mode of terrorising shame. It can be best defined in modern times as possessed rationality. Humiliation is the most venomous form of shamelessness, while shame, always exposed to the possibilities of assault, is the most vulnerable part of our solitude. Kafka had painfully discovered “the violation of solitude”(to use Milan Kundera’s phrase), chased by the state’s secret police. Dr. Siras had discovered a similar kind of violation in the shape of a bunch of heterosexual moralisers hell-bent on exposing his private life to public gaze in the name of social duty. What is common in both cases is the desire to humiliate the victim and try and ensure that “the shame of it must outlive him”, to quote the last line of The Trial.

 

The Question of Justice:

Murder is not the crime of criminals, but that of law-abiding citizens.

~ Emmanuel Teney

The question of justice takes on a different dimension after the victim’s death. It shifts the whole responsibility to the public who are concerned about the victim receiving justice at the hands of the state. Dr. Siras symbolised a collective cause – of gay rights and a respectful place for sexual minorities in Indian society. The question of justice in Dr. Siras’s case encompassed a larger justice which is awaited in favour of the gay cause in India.

Emmanuel Teney seems to tell us, we cannot make easy distinctions between criminals and law-abiders. People follow the law to keep their own hegemonic interests intact. The law itself is a product of and run by the dominant class. It suits this class to be within law. But once the hegemonic order is threatened by people who challenge their social, cultural and sexual norms, the dominant class takes recourse to violence outside the law, in the name of another law. It is the notion of justice before justice – a pre-judicial justice, violently meted out by the moral vanguards of society. It challenges modern law and the foundation of its secular institutions. These institutions have to be predisposed in favour of the victimised crusaders and act against such criminal law-abiders. Or else these institutions of justice would be accused of being complicit in fostering pre-judice.

Dr. Siras’s case was a reminder for the law to push its horizons further in order to expand its vision of justice. It asked of law to empower those identities struggling to gain a foothold in our society. In a democracy people should have the right to have sex, ideas and values according to their human dis-positions. The state of hypocrisy and denial in our society can’t be cajoled by the institutions of justice. It will be a national shame if people who want to live truthfully are made to live in fear.

The acts of pre-judice which provoke hate-crime and push people towards death needs to be redeemed by the law. Until then, justice will elude the victims of endless violence.

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Manash Bhattacharjee  is a writer and scholar in political science, working from New Delhi.

To the Assembly of the Common Peasantry

Thomas Müntzer (spring 1525)

On False And Unlimited Power, Which One Is Not Obliged To Obey.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All the popes, emperors, kings, etc. who puff themselves up in their own estimation

above other pious poor Christians, claiming to be a better kind of human – as if their lord-ship

and  authority  to  rule others were innate – do  not want to  recognize that they  are God’s

stewards and officials. And they do not govern according to his commandment to maintain

the common good and brotherly unity among us. God has established and ordained authority

for this reason alone and no other. But rulers who want to be lords for their own sake are all

false rulers and not worthy of the lowest office among Christians. For God alone wants to be

lord and he says in Deuteronomy 12 [:11], “You shall keep my commandment in your hand

like a measuring rod according to which you shall judge – straight ahead, not deviating either

to the left or to the right.” The same point is made in Job 5 [:8].

 

Therefore whichever prince or lord invents and sets up his own self-serving burdens

and commands, rules falsely, and he dares impudently to deceive God, his own lord. Where

are you, you werewolves, you band of Behemoths, with your financial tricks which impose

one burden after another on the poor people? This year a labour service is voluntary; next year

it becomes compulsory. In most cases this is how your old customary law has grown.

In what”dementia” or “camouflage” did God, your lord, give you such power that we poor people

have to cultivate your lands with labour services? But only in good weather, for on rainy days

we poor people see the fruits of our sweat rot in  the fields. May God, in his justice, not

tolerate the terrible Babylonian  captivity  in  which  we poor people are driven  to mow the

lords’ meadows, to make hay, to cultivate the fields, to sow flax in them, to cut it, comb it,

heat it, wash it, pound it, and spin it – yes, even to sew their underpants on their arses. We

also have to pick peas and harvest carrots and asparagus.

 

Help us, God! Where has such misery ever been heard of! They tax and tear out the

marrow of the poor people’s bones, and we have to pay interest on that! Where are they, with

their hired murderers and horsemen, the gamblers and whoremasters, who are stuffed fuller

than  puking  dogs? In addition, we poor people have to  give them taxes, payments, and

interest. And at home [they assume that] the poor should have neither bread, salt, nor lard for

their wives and small children. Where are they, with their entry fines and heriot dues? Yes,

damn their disgraceful fines and robber’s dues! Where are the tyrants and raging ones, who

appropriate taxes, customs, and user fees and waste them so shamefully and wantonly and

lose what should go into the common chest or purse to serve the needs of the territory.

And nevertheless no one can turn up his nose at them, or he is immediately treated

like a treacherous rogue – put in the stocks, beheaded, quartered! He is shown less pity than a

mad dog.

 

Did  God  give them such  power? On the peak  of what monk’s cowl is it written?

Indeed, their authority is from God. But so remotely  that they  have become the devil’s

soldiers and Satan is their captain. Yes, they have been truly rejected, being enemies in their

own territory. And what about their serfdom? Damn their unchristian, heathen nature. How

they torture us poor people! We are the spiritual serfs of the clergy and the bodily serfs of the

secular powers. Help  us, eternal God! What great unchristian misery  and murder is being

done to your property, which your only-begotten son, lord of heaven and earth – and lord of

this band  of Behemoths – purchased  at such  a high  price with  his bitter death! Put these

Moabites and this band of Behemoths as far behind you and as far away [as you can]. This is

God’s greatest pleasure. And  how little there will be prayed  for! If one of their village

officials wanted to impose anything on the poor in his own self-interest, they would depose

him with  a harsh  punishment. The princes and  lords themselves deserve nothing  less for

making self-serving commandments, which are outside the common good and unserviceable

for brotherly unity.

 

Do not let yourselves be led astray and blinded to any degree because every day the

authorities endlessly repeat what the apostle Peter says in I Peter 2 [:18]: “You should  be

submissive to your lords, even if they are rogues,” etc. In truth, the sword [of Scripture] cuts

sharply on both sides, and until now they have fought masterfully with it. But we want to see

how Tileman [a foolish man], confuses divine Scripture again, and the wolf so cleverly puts

on  sheep’s clothing. Truly, truly, St. Peter’s view means something  very  different; for

according to their interpretation, we would have to deliver our pious wives and children to

them, so that they could satisfy their lust with them.

 

The basic cause and  source of the whole confederation  of the Swiss was the

unlimited, tyrannical power of the nobility  and  of other authorities. For daily, with their

unchristian, tyrannical rape, they did not spare the common man, but forced and compelled

him contrary  to  all equity. And  this grew out of their pride, blasphemous power, and

enterprise. Their rule had to be abolished and rooted out through great war, bloodshed, and

use of the sword, as is indicated in the Swiss chronicles and in many other reliable histories

and  writings. The conclusion  of this pamphlet talks a bit about this. The lords were also

allowed to murder pious and upright people for hunting a hare, and they did similar things

because of their perverted minds. Indeed, such a Babylonian captivity has tightly confined us.

But the primary responsibility for it rests with the authority which saw itself as, and

boasted  of being, “spiritual.” Indeed, it was lustful! The bishops were sheep-biters. The

sheepdogs of the parish  themselves tore apart the good  lambs, which  they  were supposed

faithfully  to  tend  and  protect. In  this way  the werewolves [tyrannical secular authorities]

joined them in falling violently on the good sheep. For a long time now they have tended the

sheep according to their pleasure and to their heart’s content, and – I should surely say it -

have made monkeys of the sheep.

 

God can and will no longer tolerate this great misery and wantonness, which is now

found everywhere. May God enlighten his poor lambs through divine grace and, with true

Christian faith, and protect them against these ravaging wolves. And he will not enlighten the

lambs in the form in which the pernicious and cursed vermin copulate with each other – “If

you help me, I will help you.” Look, is it not a lamentable plague that they market divine

Scripture in  such  a miserable and  shameful way, [insisting] so  strictly  and  without any

foundation on obedience to their roguish commands? In truth, there is a great remedy [for

what they  do], namely  none other than  divine Scripture – according to  which  they should

judge and administer, strictly adhering to justice and without deviation.

 

In sum, the Latin word discolus in this passage of St. Peter’s letter [i.e. I Pet. 2:18]

can in no way be translated as “rogues,” as they jabber; rather it means “a coarse, uncouth or

angry person, who may also be very pious at the same time.” For David says in Psalm 4 [:5],

“Be angry, but sin not.” And St. Peter mentions here only servants. They should faithfully serve

their  lords. Even  if their lord  is upset and  angry  with them, they should serve him no less

faithfully despite this. If they  do  not, they  cannot excuse themselves for taking  their wage without

earning it. They should leave his service instead. That would be the Christian way to live.

And even if this text of Peter had the meaning which they blabber about, that “rogues” should

be obeyed, it is still in the sense of divine commandments.

 

In sum, the basis of St. Peter’s whole epistle is directed only to God’s honor, brotherly

fidelity, and unity. The selfish rogues boast that they follow these commandments. Indeed,

they follow them as werewolves do good lambs!

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Thomas Müntzer was an early Reformation era German theologian who became a rebel leader during the German Peasant’s War of the 1520s. He turned against Martin Luther with several anti-Lutheran writings, and supported the Anabaptists. In the Battle of  Frankenhausen Müntzer and his followers were defeated. He was captured, tortured and decapitated.