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.

 

The Afterlife of a Certain Body

Srirupa Prasad

The news of Ajmal Kasab’s execution was sudden. Like everyone, I too was stunned. Despite my being aware of the obvious.  But what disturbed me deeply was the affective spectacle that was created by mainstream media—the news bites, images, and words. It was to make the most of the first big opportunity of a ‘terrorist’ being brought to justice. The Indian public had to be made aware that Kasab had finally paid his dues. The cheer and jeer following his death were creepy and unsettling, be it in the newspaper images or fervent posts on Facebook. Here was a nation all fired up and ready to let the world know that terrorists deserve death, because with death comes closure. There have been a few thoughtful and stirring pieces questioning this burst of collective celebration of Kasab’s death. But they were just a handful.

I wondered what it was all about. Where did such passionate hatred and jubilation come from that made rejoicing someone’s death in the most public way (even when he has committed the most heinous crime) kosher and almost a moral necessity that day?  While Kasab’s body remained ‘unclaimed’, for the Indian media this heightened moment had to be ‘claimed’ and made into a throbbing, emotional drama. I tried to make sense of this sad and brutal ‘claiming’ of Kasab’s body by the mainstream Indian media. After all, such triumphant celebration is not an uncommon phenomenon, thanks to present-day global media. But there was something distinct about the urgency with which mainstream Indian media tried to exact Kasab’s body.

It seems India is finally mastering the language of a hyper-vigilante counter-terrorism and moral guardianship that accompanies it. Like the United States, it has ably moved into this role as the nation’s defender against a new kind of enemy. An enemy who is at once highly mobile and multiple- an organization of global reach or a rogue state. The enemy is also highly strategic and frightfully well-organized. So nations like the U.S. and India are on the path of a ‘global’ war on terrorism. Strikingly similar are some of the rites of passage that allow nations to become part of this consortium of “the willing”.  For example, anniversaries of terrorist attacks are claiming and attaining a sacral, diurnal dimension: days to be memorialized. Likewise, old-new words/phrases are turning into motifs, becoming  part of our everyday consciousness and public discourse: from ‘terrorist’, ‘jihadist’ to phrases like ‘nation under threat’. While counter-terrorism experts would shudder at the thought of these highly charged words being used loosely, for the public there is an overarching moral clarity that effortlessly fuses these differences to create this visceral condemnation for the enemy.

The nature of the passionate jubilation that took place after Mohammad Ajmal Amir Kasab’s was hanged, took me by surprise as much as the suddenness with which his execution was announced. Nobody had the faintest idea that this ‘lone gunman’ would be executed so hastily within two weeks of President Pranab Mukherjee’s rejection of Kasab’s clemency plea. But such a triumphant commemoration usually concludes such dramas of modern statehood. What I was really not prepared for was the gradual unfolding of it in the mainstream media and its changing colors and mood as more information filtered in.  I guess for the media too it was a bombshell. The first news bite was short and to the point and Hindustan Times reported it in a big bold letters but without any other frills. But then within a very short time almost all the major national dailies just burst with energy as if trying to win a race of who could cover Kasab’s death in the most macabre way. There was a surge of photographs of people rejoicing the moment in all possible ways. Policemen, politicians, and the aam janta, not to mention the kin of the victims’ distributed sweets, burnt effigies of Kasab and speeches were made. Emotions flowed while the nation won a major victory in the war on terror. What was really disconcerting was not so much the deafening celebration of Kasab’s death by the public and the media. There was similar rejoice when Saddam Hussein was put to death or Osama Bin Laden was killed. And of course mainstream media in the U.S. was similarly sensational in its reporting of both.

But there is a difference. While there was a scramble over how much detail each cable channel could deliver for the hungry public, be it in the case of either Saddam Hussein or Osama Bin Laden, I felt there was something curiously distinct about the way in which the Indian media covered Ajmal Kasab’s execution. To my mind that had to do with the fact that after four years, the killing spree of Kasab and the terror he unleashed had shrunk into the figure of this ‘lone gunman’ who remained isolated and powerless in an Indian prison. There was almost a ‘need’ for the mainstream press to re-visit and re-create every part of that entire saga, from the ‘26/11 attack’ to Kasab’s petition for mercy and finally its rejection. Kasab was no Saddam Hussein or Osama Bin Laden for that matter, in his stature as a perpetrator of terror and violence. Saddam Hussein was a brutal dictator and Osama Bin Laden evil personified. At one point Hindustan Times even used the word ‘butcher’ to describe Kasab’s crime. There was definitely a need to re-create a Kasab who was a heartless killer.

A second reason I presume has to do with the peculiar nature of capital punishment in India. Retaining capital punishment is based on a rather fanciful and inconsistent justification that it is used on ‘rarest of rare’ occasions. But Shivam Vij argues on the basis of a report published by PUCL and Amnesty International (an extensive study of judgments between 1950-2008) that there is a marked degree of arbitrariness to the extent that it amounts to a “lethal lottery”. With very few legal safeguards, there is always a very real and serious possibility of errors. Kasab’s execution also broke the eight-year old unofficial moratorium on executions as AlterNet reported. While the “rarest of rare” is based on a faulty logic to say the least, for the media as much as for the public Kasab’s hanging was indeed a rare occasion of national celebration. What made it further bizarre is that hanging as a method of execution was upheld in 1983 by the Supreme Court on ground that it did not involve “torture, barbarity, humiliation or degradation”. While hanging as a method of extermination is currently practiced in a number of countries, there is a serious debate in place questioning the apparent lack of pain and suffering involved. Any killing is brutal, whatever its legally chosen and justified method. There are intense discussions around all the methods of capital punishment, be it hanging or by lethal injection. Some pharmaceutical companies have even banned the export of drugs, which have been commonly used in deaths by lethal injections, for example, the UK stopped exporting the drug thiopental, which many US death row states have used for long. The debate has been around a central issue: whether any of the methods can actually prevent a painless death.

In such a context, hanging as the chosen method in India has not been sufficiently debated at all. And the Indian newspapers hankered to provide as much detail as possible about the last moments of Kasab’s life.  The most disconcerting aspect of all this was the blaring of his last words before he was hanged. It was as if the words were chosen to tell the Indian people that Kasab did in fact commit a heinous crime, which will never be repeated. The issue is not whether he did utter those words or not: the mainstream Indian press somehow had to extract his last words and then enact the mea culpa that they were always hoping will come forth at some point. This was their last chance. And they did not miss it.

One would imagine or even expect that Ajmal Kasab’s execution by hanging and similar other instances would encourage the mainstream media to critically examine capital punishment, its chosen methods and whether justice is indeed served– taking every single nuance into consideration. Unfortunately, nothing of this happened. Rather the emotional applause following Kasab’s death undertaken by the media-public signaled a demand for justice (in a  frenzied and painfully cruel manner) that cannot anymore depend on the good intentions of the nation-state anymore.

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Srirupa Prasad teaches Women’s and Gender Studies and Sociology in the University of Missouri-Columbia.

Death and the Automobile

Priyasha Mukhopadhyay    

The driving force behind every nation’s story of progress is a motor car

 

In his introduction to Paul Virilio’s Speed and Politics Benjamin Bratton writes of how a history of compensating for the vulnerability of the human body has led to universal prosthetisation of various kinds and to various degrees: from the military tank that in its ability to assault, destroys the concept of territorial boundaries, to the sports shoe. Transforming the possessors into “metabolic bodies,” these come together to supplement the human in the drive towards efficiency, excellence and logistical power.[i] This is a universe in which everything is a machine.

The ubiquity of the mechanical in everyday life has forced us to reexamine not only the nature and extent of our reliance on such objects, but also how technological encounters shape our understanding of contemporary subjectivity. Thinking through the relation between the human and the machine is not a new gesture; widespread industrialisation in Europe ensured that the machine was a tangible presence in most nineteenth and early twentieth century documents. Critical studies however, even history indeed, mostly limit themselves to the uncovering of technophobia[ii] – horror at the debilitating effects of long hours of work in factories, the gradual isolation of the human subject from the need for human contact, the fascist undertones of the production of something as loved as Volkswagen cars in Nazi Germany.[iii]

This article is an attempt, alternatively, to rethink technophilia in one of its most historically violent forms, Futurism. Taking as its focus the body of the machine, it will examine the manner in which manifestos written by its prime proponent, F.T. Marinetti, evolve an oppositional political and aesthetic mythology, one that is dependent not on the mere interactions between the human and the non-human, but on a complex set of processes by which the ideal human is, in its essence, not human at all. In writing the machine into (paradoxically) this futurist history, I am not critiquing or attempting to thwart the inevitable mechanisation of human existence, but trying to understand how such transformations and interactions can become coherent models of political and social action. I will thus make a preliminary attempt to trace how it becomes symbolic of the uncertain and scattered ways in which we “do” politics, and in turn, what politics does to us.

As Fast as You Can

Casually thrown before its readers is the following scene from Mario Morasso’s The New Weapon (1905):

“Here is something heroic; a man seated on a rigid seat, like a barbarian king, with his face covered by a hard visor, like a warrior, with his body leaning forward almost to provoke the race and to scrutinize – not just the course, but destiny. With his hand secure on the inclined steering wheel, with all his faculties in a state of vigilance, he seems truly the lord of a whirlwind, the tamer of a monster, the calm, absolute sovereign of a new force, he who stands straight in a vortex. “(qtd. in Poggi 10 )

The focus here is the driver of the racing car, the “man seated on a rigid seat.” Rather than being a symbol of middle-class affluence, the car is instead thrown into an imaginary space of multiple contexts: there is war that the driver-warrior is prepared for; his hand is “secure,” his body leaning forward, alert and ready for combat with skill and precision that ensure that he alone is “the tamer of a monster.” Language deceives us here; on a first reading, the monster and whirlwind seem to be self-evidently the car being driven. In such a scheme of things, the man quickly becomes emblematic of humanity’s conquest over the machine, able to control it with a firm grip of the steering wheel. What makes this passage extraordinary, and anticipatory of how Futurism was to revolutionise the man-machine relation, is the manner in which the act of control transforms the man into something other than himself, superhuman. Standing in the vortex of mechanical strength, he is not merely “the sovereign of a new force,” he is that new force.

Morasso’s novel was published five years before F.T. Marinetti’s “The Founding and Manifesto of Futurism” appeared in Le Figaro, bringing in its wake the call for the destruction of tradition, metallisation and the pure power of speed. These are not all incidental players in the configuration of the manifesto, but rather, seem to draw from a seemingly insignificant event in Marinetti’s life: his Fiat collided with a bicycle and skidded into a ditch.  He was left unscathed, but in the manifesto, this is replayed as the moment when Marinetti is “transformed” into a Futurist; nothing less than a miraculous moment of religious baptism:

I gulped down your bracing slime, which reminded me of the sacred black breast of my Sudanese nurse. . . . When I climbed out, a filthy and stinking rag, from underneath the capsized car, I felt my heart—deliciously—being slashed with the red-hot iron of joy! (50)

At one level, the accident reveals what Jeffrey Schnapp calls Futurism’s delight in “trauma-thrills,” modern forms of the sublime that derive from the excitement that lurching towards the limits of death and pulling back creates (4). The accident changes Marinetti; he will keep looking for opportunities to recreate this experience throughout his life and writing (a point I will return to later in this article). This transformation is undeniably psycho-somatic: the slashing of the red-hot iron through Marinetti’s heart is both literal and metaphorical, and in the process, solders the fragmented parts of his self together to make him the very object that is most likely to survive the encounter, a machine. This is addressed more clearly in a section of a later work, Le Futurism (1911), “The Multiplied Man and the Reign of the Machine”:

This inhuman and mechanical type, constructed for omnipresent velocity, will be naturally cruel, omniscient, and combative. He will be endowed with unexpected organs: organs adapted to the exigencies of an environment made of continuous shocks. Already now we can foresee an organ that will resemble a prow developing from the outward swelling of the sternum, which will be the more pronounced the better an aviator the man of the future becomes, much like the analogous development discernible in the best fliers among birds. (91)

The less than subtle overlap of the organic and the inorganic here is startling: Marinetti’s Multiplied Man is the product of a slow evolutionary process that affects both sensibility and body and mimics the natural process of species adaptation. “Constructed for omnipresent velocity,” these changes are wrought on steel, the “outward swelling of the sternum” makes him sound remarkably similar to the mechanical equivalent of a bird, an aeroplane.

Not just anyone can become a machine, however. One must show tendencies, proclivities. In a move that is strikingly similar to the evolutionary theories of Fascism to come, Marinetti and his cohort anticipate the Nazi search for the primitive Aryan man with their model of the multiplied man. Old people and women are unlikely candidates for transformation. For his ideal type, Marinetti turns to another nineteenth century discourse of the human –– the Marxist theory of labour alienation, and in doing so, inverts it. The most obvious candidate for this new type is the worker, whose long hours of work and dulled sensibility ensure that he has become related to the “the family of motors,” touched by the hand of “mechanical divination” (“Multiplied” 91). This is no longer alienation to be critiqued, but an alienation to be embraced, desired.

These characteristics that signal perfection coax Futurism into a love of the machine; its dependability (so much unlike the much-maligned women Marinetti never loses an opportunity to attack), its tenacity, its possession of a symmetry that the search for the ideal Aryan man in later in the century will never successful find. The automobile thus replaces the human body (though more specifically, the female body) as the worthy object of the Futurist’s affections:

Have you ever observed them [mechanics] washing the huge, powerful body of their locomotive? Theirs are the attentive, knowing endearments of a lover who is caressing a woman he adores. (“Contempt for Women” 90)

It is a fact that in the recent strike of French railroad workers, organizers of sabotage could hardly persuade even a single machinist to sabotage his locomotive. That strikes me as perfectly natural. How could one of these men ever have wounded or murdered his great girlfriend, faithful and devoted, with her quick and ardent soul, this beautiful steel machine that had so often glowed with sensuous pleasure beneath his lubricating caress? (“Contempt for Women” 90)

But what ultimately brings the alienated worker and the accident survivor together in Marinetti’s work and makes them multiplied men is a single conceptual category – death. Both remind us once again of the vulnerability of the human body, a fact that the proximity of the First World War must have constantly reminded Marinetti of. This is also a vulnerability that is naturally lost when humanness is shed, so as to speak, whether through organic death, or by moving onto another plane of existence altogether, the mechanical. While Hal Foster, for one, evocatively argues that the treatment of the body as machine seems to suggest that “the only way for the body to survive in the military-industrial epoch of capitalism was for it to be already dead, in fact, deader than dead” (7), it would do well to remember that the Futurist’s death never carries these overtones of poignant pessimism. It is the ecstasy associated with death and the prospect of it that becomes the starting point of a very new kind of politics.

Let us return to the sections of the Futurist manifesto before Marinetti’s accident. Even before the crash, death is a state that Marinetti constantly, though uncertainly swings towards. Stretched out on his car “like a corpse in its coffin” he is “revived at once under the steering wheel” of his car: what does not strike the reader immediately is the description of the steering wheel that follows. It is “a guillotine blade that menaced [his] stomach” (“Founding” 49) – the blade that at once holds the power to kill and save. This is existence on the threshold, and it is from such experiences that the Futurist draws his power. Stuck in what Jeffrey Schnapp calls the “addiction loop,” Marinetti remains, “threatened, on the one hand, by monotony” and on the other, “by the need for ever new stimuli in order to maintain the same level of intensity” (4).

While the accident cannot be replayed, the conditions and factors that bring it about can be, and it is within the frame of this logic that Marinetti finds an alternative god to worship, speed. The subject of the death-drive thus collides with the kinematic subject[iv], constant motion prevents stasis (stasis entails death, and not of the desired kind), and it is from the give and take of life, war and moving at high speeds, that the possibility of a new political subject arises for Marinetti. Take for example, that strange piece of writing, “Let’s Murder the Moonlight!” Written shortly after “The Founding and Manifesto of Futurism” and often read as a rearticulation and defence of its primary arguments, it takes the form of allegory (not unlike Pilgrim’s Progress), tracking the journey of four futurists to Hindustan, where they will reach the summit of the world and build a military railroad, in a bid to rid men of the “peacocks’ tails…and perfumed handkerchiefs” (“Murder” 56) that they keep hidden in their hearts. Like a pilgrimage, this is read as a transformative journey, with the men anticipating that “soon [they’ll] reenter [their] mother[s’] womb[s]” (56) and reemerge, multiplied.[v] The city they start from is called Paralysis; this is where the old are “dying too slowly” (54):

As I turned my back, I could sense from the pain in my spine that for too long, in the great black net of my speech, I’d been dragging along that moribund populace, like a heap of fish that are flapping ridiculously beneath the last flood of light thrown by the evening against the cliffs of my forehead. (55)

This is what Marinetti will later call “sin[ning] against speed” (“New Religion”225) the refusal to move, change and remain thus in a stultifying existence. Adopting the language of moral ethics, it is no longer Christianity that will hold reign, but velocity:

Christian morality protected man’s physiological structure against the excesses of sensuality. It blunted and counterbalanced his instincts. Futurist morality will protect man against the inevitable decay produced by slowness, memory, analysis, rest, and habit. Human energy, multiplied a hundredfold by velocity, will dominate Space and Time. (“The New Religion: The Morality of Speed” 224)

Speeding ahead, Marinetti quips “time and space died yesterday” (“Founding” 51). In that death, lies the rebirth of the Futurist subject, existing not merely outside the human limits of time and space, but constantly challenging them to catch up to him, and then running ahead.

Marinetti is a difficult man to write a conclusion for. What needs to be remembered is that Futurism is not anarchy, though it may at times seem to be. Driven by the desire to constant feel alive, awake, it is in this manner that Marinetti hoped to bring the Italian nation together anew. But, ironically, to be most alive, is to be almost dead.

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Bratton, Benjamin. Introduction. Virilio 7 – 25. Print.

Foster, Hal. “Prosthetic Gods.” Modernism/Modernity 4.2 (1997): 5-38. Web. Project Muse. 25 Aug 2012.

Ketabgian, Tamara S. The Lives of Machines: The Industrial Imaginary in Victorian Literature and Culture. Ann Arbor: Michigan UP, 2011. Print.

Marinetti, F.J. “Let’s Murder the Moonlight!” 1909. Rainey et al ed. 54 – 61.

—. “The Founding and Manifesto of Futurism”. 1909. Rainey et al ed. 49 – 54.

—. “The New Religion: The Morality of Speed”. 1916. Rainey et al ed. 224 – 29.

—. “The Multiplied Man and the Reign of the Machine”. Rainey et al. ed.  89 – 93.

—. “Contempt for Women”. Rainey et al ed. 86 – 89.

Poggi, Christine. Inventing Futurism: The Art and Politics of Artificial Optimism. Princeton: Princeton UP, 2008. Print.

Rainey, Lawrence, Christine Poggi, Laura Wittman, eds. Futurism: An Anthology. New Haven: Yale UP, 2009. Print.

Schnapp, Jeffrey T. “Crash (Speed as Engine of Individuation).”Modernism/Modernity 6.1 (1999): 1-49. Web. Project Muse. 1 Sep 2012.

Virilio, Paul. Speed and Politics. 1977. Trans. Mark Polizzotti and Introduction by Benjamin Bratton. Los Angeles: Semiotexte, 2006. Print.


[i]  See Bratton 7 – 25.

[ii]  This, is the general apocalyptic overtone to Paul Virilio’s Speed and Politics. An example of a recent study that is exceptional in this regard is Tamara Ketabgian’s The Lives of Machines: The Industrial Imaginary in Victorian Literature and Culture.

[iii] Hitler was key to the nationalisation of Volkswagen factories in Nazi Germany, and the production and development of “the people’s car,” capable of carrying a family at the speed of 100 kilometres/hour was central in establishing the government’s concern for the common man. Virilio does, however, read this as initiating a shift from the road to the highway, from a space of protest to one dominated by regularity and surveillance. This for him was the “political aim” of the Volkswagen (49).

[iv]  The term “kinematic subject” is Schnapp’s. See Schnapp 14.

[v] I do not examine the gendered aspect of Marinetti’s machines: for a comprehensive discussion of this see Poggi (esp. Chapter 5) and Foster.

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Priyasha Mukhopadhyay   will be reading for the DPhil in English at Wolfson College, Oxford; Her  academic interests are in late nineteenth and early twentieth literature, colonialism and the history of science and technology.

Darling of a Pigmy Size: Parenting, Child Care and Child-at-Risk



Aryak Guha

 

 

The Image-Event

“A two and a half year old boy banging his head on the floor whenever he sees his mother is a very disturbing scene, but that is precisely what Abhigyan Bhattacharya used to do, forcing the Norwegian authorities to take him and his sister Aishwarya into their custody.”

 

Thus starts an article published in The Hindustan Times (27th April, 2012, e-paper), a newspaper owned by the largest mass media conglomerate in India[1], reporting on the recent controversy surrounding Abhigyan and Aishwarya Bhattacharya. The Norway-based Child Welfare Services (called Barnevernet, afterwards CWS) had taken these kids, ‘minors’ of 2.5/3 and 6 months/1 year[s] (variously reported in newspapers) respectively, into custody in May 2011 citing lack of proper care by their biological parents. National media waxed hysteric on this sensitive issue – call it a ‘scandal’ or heart-rending tale – turned into a daily melodrama with images of distressed, tearful parents and grandparents transmitted ‘live’ or printed on front pages, not to mention the bonny faces of the siblings themselves. Many of these, significantly, were ‘file‘ photographs showing the smiling kids, mostly the son, in the arms of either of the parents (again, more often the father). The high visibility of the whole affair reached a climax of sorts when the then premier citizen of India, Ms. Pratibha Patil, a lawyer and a women’s rights activist herself[2], ‘personally’ stepped in to persuade the Norwegian state authorities to restore the custody of the siblings to their parents. The siblings’ paternal grandparents had personally urged Ms. Patil to look into the matter following what then appeared to be a diplomatic cul-de-sac between two embassies even after repeated requests from Indian authorities including Mr. S. M. Krishna, the Cabinet Minister of External Affairs (reportedly at the exhortation of Mamata Banerjee). The grandpa, appearing on a television channel with tears trickling down his eyes, urged all Indian nationals to provide support in the forlorn quest for his grandchildren, to hold them in his arms again, for nothing less would satisfy his pensive heart – in a manner reminiscent of Subhash Ghai-style lachrymose family saga. Going by the amount of desperate outcries of ‘family-nation(-al)’ citizenry against the ‘brutal’ measures of Norwegian authorities (the profusion with which age-old, stereotypical images of Nordic or Viking warlike barbarians were invoked to collapse with modern charges of racism is for anyone to see), the tears coming from a Hindu Brahmin senior citizen did strike an emotional chord after all, sympathies were duly ‘channelized’, and public pressure piled up to pose a national crisis. So much for tyranny of public emotion on display in the age of reality TV.

High-level bureaucratic intervention and constant media glare over what could (or should, as some thought) have been a ‘personal’ affair was assisted by the fact that the NRI Bhattacharya couple, the father a geo-physicist and mother a homemaker, later accused each other of threat to (and even actual) physical assault and launched police diaries/FIRs, drawing in their respective parents in turn. The (paternal) uncle of the kids, chosen by the father as the kids’ rightful guardian in the face of allegation against the biological parents’ incompetence to provide fit benchmarks of rearing, added to the controversy by (apparently) declaring the kids’ then foster-parents (also ethnically Indian) as better candidates (than himself, a kin and doctor by profession) in the matter of parental care. By that point in time, print and electronic media in the two concerned countries (and outside) were being flooded with opinions on both sides of India/Norway and biological/foster parenthood – not to speak of ‘good/bad’ and implied ‘East/West‘ divide that often accompany such passionate public debates – or any permutation of these binaries. The common-sense ‘theory’ of cultural relativism, a familiar but important consideration in these matters – often favoring the parent/-country in this case as a prima facie look at English-language newspaper reports, editorials/op-eds, and exchanges in various blogs available in public domain would confirm[3] – was advanced by Anurup Bhattacharya (the father in question) when he was quoted by various newspapers as saying that the Norwegian authorities enforced their decision ostensibly since the parents fed the siblings by hand (with a probable hint at breast-feeding) and shared bed with them at night, by all means common practices in India/West Bengal. There was a particularly fervent article supporting the Indian case, by then a national cause, on Kafila. The bio-note at the end of this article described the author as “a lawyer and a mother” (with an oblique emphasis) and ended by urging Delhites to join a protest march in front of the Norwegian embassy. An open letter with a similar import has also been published in The Hindu on the last Independence Day, signed by several women dignitaries including ex-MPs and ex-Chairpersons of National Commission for Women. Both of these articles argue, if predictably, along certain Feminist lines placing (somewhat alarmingly) the immediate onus of child-rearing on the mother – here turned into a victim[4]. The latter is directed at two journalists reporting on the incident, accusing them of deliberate misrepresentation of the mother’s plight – not only hinting at having forsaken the nation-state but belied the most powerful imaginary of them all, the mother (or the act of ‘mothering’). For everyone familiar with the late 19th century Hindu cultural resurgence gaining necessary historical/historicist legitimacy in the context of anti-colonial struggle, this moral plea directs us toward a bad infinity.

 

The ‘Nature’ of  Nurture

Parenting/Parenthood in an age of sperm, egg or womb donation and single or same-sex parents has become a jumbled affair on the whole.  Things in India are, however, not so baffling – the transition of ‘joint’ family to nuclear units is pretty much the last important thing to have happened to the formally educated, white collar middle class. Hence, multiple models of parenting – social/communal (erstwhile joint family), legal (adoption), biological and moral – rarely appear exclusive of each other although single parent is an increasingly visible reality in bigger cities. Arguably, the last of these is inevitable in all cases and also the most contested, precisely since it is culturally relative: there might be a more-or-less necessary criteria of parental care but none sufficient.

The notion, shall we say ‘common sense’ after Gramsci, that biological parents – especially the mother – are naturally attuned to serve the best interest of her/their child, is probably as closely guarded a cultural myth as one will come across. Without further ado, let me say that in the Indian case, it is a Victorian moral legacy in all likelihood. The idea or institution of ‘family’ as a socio-cultural refuge, and bearing considerable symbolic value/ sustenance as atavistic ideal, appears in public print-media after mid-19th century[5]. Related notions of women’s education, their cultural refinement, ‘progress’ and duty (to husband/child/family/nation) and prescriptions of child-rearing come to occupy the center-stage for the new ‘print public’ (then represented only by newspapers, leaving out oral sources and literature, notably plays and popular verse often set to tune, and visuals such as framed pictures/ ‘bazaar art’). The more recent idea (or lingo, really) of human capital as matrix of investment and management could be traced back to such writings, although it would be ambitious to expect exact correspondence between them. The overarching theme or strain, seemingly, remains that of ‘education’: a corpus of ‘scientific’ ideas and experiments in specific (‘new’) models (Herbert Spencer, Froebel or Montessori, sometimes with particular reference to language acquisition and other skills of acculturation), dietary recommendations, routines or daily habit (often insistent on living/matching up to the Western models of child-rearing and concomitant well-being in health and civilizational progress), standards of interaction with one’s children (how to keep constant watch over her or help growing good/virtuous habits) and, not the least, how to make the most economic use of corporal punishment to the child’s later/better development – at home and school. It is a wholesome transformation or refinement of body and mind/soul that is being talked about, roughly constituting the paradigm of individual ‘growth’ – to be harnessed to the cultivation of a better race/jati. One suspects that this was indeed an important moment of inauguration, after late Foucault, of modern regime/s of knowledge and ‘verediction’. Such synthetic models of ‘development’ found their way, were rehearsed and congealed in the official model/s of ‘value education’ after independence, whether one thinks of various Education Commission reports (at least up to Kothari, 1964-66) or the more liberal ‘public school’ ethos of the likes of Jiddu Krishnamurthy[6].

Lest we stray from the topic we started with, I will end this section by drawing your attention to another phase in recent (post-1947) Indian history. The period between early/mid-50s and mid-60s, the years of Nehruvian nation-state in other words, provide the next important bend in our narrative. Nehru himself – towering statesman, fine orator, Harrow-educated scholar and loving ‘chacha’ to kids – personified the nature of cultural investment in the ‘generation next’ of these troubled times, marred by terrible food crisis, wars with neighboring countries, (much disputed) re-organization of states and the beginning of students’ unrest[7]. However, along with dams, pucca asphalt roads (that always so overwhelmed the subaltern ‘counter-epic’ protagonist Dhorai and becomes his final providence – a ‘real nowhere’), bridges, factories and other ‘shrines of modernity’ came Sahitya Akademi, Films Division, (a revamped) Publications Division (now under Ministry of Information and Broadcasting), National Book Trust and Children’s Film Society – a comprehensive, solid investment that would provide the necessary cultural fulcrum for many years to come. Private enterprises like Children’s Book Trust and India Book House came soon after. If the reader is still wondering about the valence of this little history to our present discussion, let me say (for want of a better turn of phrase) that this was the nurture that the nascent nation-state needed, and found – to complement (and multiply, as if it was a simple number game) the project of individual growth already in place.

 

Rights and Wrongs, Dos and Don’ts

 The discourse of children’s rights in India, having cognate histories in human rights and women’s lib movement, appears in the seventies, that too not before mid-seventies in all likelihood. Nomenclatures like ‘child study’, ‘child-centered’ or ‘child abuse’ that now might seem very familiar and part of common parlance in the civil society are quite recent[8]. The first coordinated multi-national effort to ascribe rights to children took place in the Geneva Convention of 1924 and then, in a more detailed manner, in 1959. The latter provided the structural framework, and also the philosophical foundation of the UNCRC in 1989 to which India became a signatory exactly twenty years back. Since then, as elsewhere, we (the normative adults in their equivalential capacity of citizen-subject) have been virtually inundated with volumes of books, laws, charters, commissions and their mandates, printed matter, oh-so-human photographs, lectures, campaigns, schemes, fact-finding committees, court hearings, radio talks and TV shows – the list is virtually endless. The litany of media wisdom, of which many a listener-viewer have grown rightfully skeptical, and occasional scholarly expertise, have apparently impressed upon us that ‘childhood’ – that golden passage in our life – is on the wane. Just as in the case of the siblings, where CWS authorities allegedly ‘snatched’ (some zealous commentators even brought the charge of ‘abduction’!) the kids on grounds of unsatisfactory ‘parental’ care, and hence, presumably, the children’s right to be cared for (could the clinical diagnosis ‘attachment disorder’ boil down to this?) and parents retorted on the pretext of being shorn of their right to love and care (but always, as the law says, “to the best interest of the child”), the blind spot of care and substantive right of and towards children belies the grand hope of human/child rights documents.

Where does the child figure in this throwback to competing adult claims (‘specialized’ child care/ moral-biological parenthood/state sovereignty) to rightfully own her, body and mind, or does s/he, at all? How does one make the legislators and executives of child rights mutually responsible? How does the (average) adult, as relatively sovereign individual vis-à-vis the child and having the better of age, knowledge and understanding, think or act upon this intimate, diminutive other? How, for one, do relevant laws apply to someone who is blissfully, if ‘naturally’, unaware of their implications? None of these is easy to answer. My response, really nothing more than a hunch, is that we would need to think in terms of new forms/frames of subjectivity and pragmatics, moved less by a (presentist-positivist) sense of ‘should’ or ‘ought’ than strategic employment (or ‘play’) of an other-regarding impulse – an aesthetic, politics, ethics and poetics rolled into one if that was ever possible. For the time being though, I choose to leave you with the hyperlink of a poem, written by W. H. Auden in 1939, that squarely puts its finger on the antinomy of normative law and ‘labor of love’ as it comes:

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/law-like-love/


Notes: 

[1] Like many other big industrial houses in India, the majority stake in the Times group (Bennet, Coleman & Co. Ltd.) is owned by an Agarwal Jain family. Additionally, they sponsor Jnanpith award in literature, Miss India title/ beauty contest, Filmfare awards and Economic Times award for Corporate Excellence.

[2] Ms. Patil, who usually appeared on public media as a carefully dressed familial person, looking rather innocuous in sari and a large vermillion bindi on her covered forehead, and in her capacity as upper-caste, Marathi (supported on that ground by Bal Thackeray who defied NDA dictates during Presidential elections), (first) woman President, was no stranger to controversies herself – mostly to the benefit of her immediate relatives. Predictably, she is known to have been loyal to (undoubtedly) the most powerful family in recent Indian history – the Nehru-Gandhi household – reportedly having over 450 public properties (e.g. roads, hospitals, schools, sanctuaries etc.)/ awards/ government schemes named after its progeny. These details are recounted here to emphasize the influential role played by the institution of family/kinship (and, arguably, the concomitant social distinction or moral legitimacy associated with it) in recent India.

[3] I will not, for reasons of space, mention every article that I have accessed. These are mostly Indian and occasionally Euro-American or Australian, my unfamiliarity with Scandinavian languages being the primary reason. A considerable number hailing from Norway and (west) Europe shared the same opinion, including senior citizens and academicians, and even provided details of alleged high-handedness, malpractice and fund laundering by CWS over the years although there were others, significantly lesser in number, who opined on the contrary.

[4] This is not to discredit or underestimate the significance of gender issue likely to be involved in this case, especially when the mother was being targeted as being more responsible (of the two parents) for the toddlers’ maladjustment, as indicated in the report quoted above, since allegedly she was mentally unstable herself – occasionally getting into an uncontrollable rage that would frighten her son (and, again as alleged by CWS, resulting in the boy’s attachment disorder). The precise nature of her ailment remains unclear from various reports though; it could be anything from post-partum depression to a more general psychotic, bipolar or schizophrenic disorder and clearly, it is ill-advised to judge, let alone blame, her on the basis of newspaper reports. Still, the shared thematic (virtues/shortcomings) of motherhood being equally applicable to arguments for and against the mother in question as a/‘the’ self-evident, innate/ ‘natural’, sacral and near-universal biological/cultural ‘truth’ in nurture remains unclear and, I would say, self-defeating (from gender perspective) both in case of the open letter or the Kafila article. This is not the place to argue that such notions are ultimately contingent middle-class preserves as, for instance, the noted Freudian and anthropologist Bruno Bettelheim points out in The Children of the Dream: Communal Child-rearing and American Education (McMillan, 1969) while working among the Kibbutz community in Israel. Among kibbutzim, community home for child-rearing has been the custom (at least) since 1920s – ‘exclusive’ motherhood or maternal care for one’s biological child is against cultural norm.

[5] Bengali journals from this period (late 1850s-60s, e.g. Mahila, Anta(h)pur, Bamabodhini et al) regularly featured articles on such topics. Since, as historians tell us, Calcutta was the second city of the British Empire, or at any rate the only Indian city that could make such a claim till the capital was shifted in 1912, there is reason to be persuaded that these Bengali journals were pioneers in popularizing these ‘modern’ ideas in India. For a comprehensive selection, see Pradip Basu (ed.), Samayiki vol. II (Ananda Publishers, 2009). Going by available accounts (including the pioneering work of Aries), the perceptive shift toward a child-centric approach to family and childhood as a (quasi-)autonomous stage in life occurs in Europe sometime between the 17th and 18th century. Well-known scholarly works by the likes of Lawrence Stone and Jacques Donzelot would corroborate this.

[6] With the important exception of  Tagore’s Santiniketan, probably the most ‘original’, ‘total’ and constructive experiment among these models.

[7] L. & S. Rudolph and Karuna Ahmed provide an interesting sociological explanation. Following them, the rapid establishment of a full-grown educational system in India had effectively deferred formal maturation and elongated youth as a phase in life. This, along with increasing unemployment contributed positively toward the growing dissidence by students. ‘Student Politics and National Politics in India’, EPW (July 1971).

[8] Even a casual look at the OED will confirm that. Words like ‘child’, ‘childish’, or ‘childhood’ all occur in Old or Middle English. Terms such as ‘child-nature’, child-literature’, ‘child-culture’, and ‘child psychology’ belong to the last two decades of 19th century, while some others such as ‘child welfare’, ‘child-mind’, ‘child care’ and ‘child-centered’ enter English vocabulary in the early twentieth century. The word ‘child-faced’ to describe the physiognomic details of a colored person (‘negro’, actual use, in McMillan’s Magazine) is recorded in 1906. ‘Child abuse’ and ‘child benefit’ belong to 1972 and 1975 respectively. The archaic and literary variant ‘childe’ was used to denote a person of genteel descent, usually belonging to the family of a knight as in Childe Harold (Byron) or Childe Roland (Browning).

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Aryak Guha is Assistant Professor of English at S.C. College, Habra. His interests include Children’s Literature and History of Childhood.

Post-colonial Kali

Arindam  Chakrabarti

Before Independence, patriotism often took the shape of mother-worship. The rhetoric of ‘sacrifice’ or balidaan bridged the gap between the political and the religious. In these post-patriotic times, should we, globalized urban intellectuals, indulge in the easy reductive ‘analysis’ of Kalification of the homeland as a psychosis of the colonized bhadralok’s threatened masculinity, the quixotic blood-thirst of a bunch of emasculated wordy nerds?

In certain quarters, not only is it ‘cool’ to deride Bankimchandra’s Vande Mataram and Sri Aurobindo’s Motherland obsession but it would be ‘positively uncool’ to be aroused by the part of Tagore’s Janaganamana where the country is hailed as a mother. When that song was sung in a National Congress session, in the presence of, but not in praise of, King George V, certain cynics spread the rumour — apparently all the way up to Yeats and Ezra Pound — that the adhinayaka addressed was the King of England. In response to this debunking spin, Rabindranath had the following to say: “That great Charioteer of man’s destiny in age after age could not by any means be George V or George VI or any George. Even my ‘loyal’ friend realized this; because, however powerful his loyalty to the King, he was not wanting in intelligence.”

Unfortunately, among 21st century www-intellectuals, there seems to be no want of such people wanting in intelligence. Some of them may scream in post-colonial petulance: “How could even Rabindranath, who disliked nationalism as much as he hated fascism, address the ‘divine dispenser of India’s destiny’ as a ‘Maa’ (4th stanza)? How disappointingly communal!”

Of course, Rabindranath was no Tantrik Hindu. Indeed, it would be an understatement to say that Rabindranath was uncomfortable with the image of Kali the Mother about whom Vivekananda wrote one of his most majestic and deeply personal poems.

For Rabindranath, a sophisticated aniconic Brahmo, Kali’s nudity, her skull-necklace, her bloody sword, and lolling tongue must have been abhorrent on multiple levels. As a colonial subject, valourizing the Indian civilization as philosophically majestic, morally pure, aesthetically enchanting and spiritually lofty, he must have found goddess Kali to be much more of an embarrassment than Krishna, the other dark and devious divinity with whose iconography at least the young Rabindranath (of Bhanusingher Padaavali) was almost in love. His novel Rajarshi as well as his play Visarjan feature a Kali temple on top of a hill in Tripura as a seat of violence and intrigue. The plot centres on the abolition of animal sacrifice by a humane king of Tripura who is pitted against the machinations of a power-thirsty priest called Raghupati, who tries to inflame a mutiny, dethrone the king, and abet the weak, envious younger brother of the king to fratricide. The play — a passionate argument against the divisive religious politics of bloodshed — climaxes at the scene where this devout Kali worshipper, now badly defeated, rebukes the stone idol and throws “her” out from the temple down into the river, out of sheer frustration and a crisis of faith.

Interestingly, the young Rabindranath would act in this very role of a disillusioned priest-villain and would imaginably enthral the audience with the vitriolic crescendo of an anti-Kali speech.

“Kali the Mother” does not afford us any softer face in Swami Vivekananda’s English poem, “For Terror is Thy name/ Death is in Thy breath/ Thou ‘Time’, the All-destroyer!/ Come, Ov Mother, come! Who dares misery love/And hug the form of Death/ To him the Mother comes.” It would be a mistake to associate the word “Terror” here with the ‘terrorism’ of the Ullaskar or Jugantar brand. Before ‘hugging the form of death’ at half the age till which Tagore lived, Vivekananda had gone to Kashmir where he wrote that poem. During this stay, while ritually worshipping Khir Bhavani, he had the thought: “Mother Bhavani has been manifesting Her Presence here for untold years. The Mohammedans came and destroyed Her temple, yet the people of the place did nothing to protect Her. Alas, if only I were then living, I would not have borne it, I would have protected the temple from the invaders.” He, then, distinctly heard the voice of the goddess saying: “It was my desire that the Mohammedans destroy the temple. It is my desire that I should live in [a] dilapidated temple, otherwise, can I not immediately erect a seven-storied temple of gold here if I like? What can you do? Do I protect you or do you protect me?” The present day chariot-driving ‘protectors’ of Ram and Durga should heed these words of the Mother, in front of whose idol we have always sung:

“My mother’s image by error with clay I want to shape/ this Ma is not earth’s girl, vain toil, with clay I sweat… My mother has three eyes: sun, moon, and holy fire. Is there an artisan, to build me such a one?” (Translation: Gayatri Spivak).

If the maternalization of language or land is necessarily abjured because of its suspected Hindutva roots, then what do we do with the national anthem of Bangladesh — also composed by Rabindranath — which uses “Ma” as a refrain, with no trace of militarism?

This whole essay was sparked off by a sequence of emotions I felt when I first heard the new 2011 Janaganamana recording by 39 musicians on YouTube this year. First I was just viscerally moved to tears by it, simply by the variety and richness of styles. The emergent rasa that enraptured me was not Veera but a sublime blend of Adbhuta and Shanta rasa, like one relishes the cosmic form of Krishna, in the 11th chapter of the Bhagavadgita, with. But then I was embarrassed by my own reaction. I had never noticed the presence of the ‘Mother’ in that song (4th stanza) before. Durga Puja was drawing near. There was nostalgia in the air, reminding me of the completely non-sectarian atmosphere of our home Puja at Mominpur where the local rich Muslim family would pay for the sweets on the Ashtami day’s bhog. Was there a secret Hindutva skeleton inside my anti-nationalist closet? Or is senility softening me like the Marxist Manik Bandyopadhyay whose last alcoholism-rehab days were permeated by Kali bhakti?

We have all learnt “the illegitimacy of nationalism” from Rabindranath via Ashis Nandy. We know that patriotism is one thing and nationalism is quite another. Tagore and Gandhi were patriotic, Bipin Chandra Pal and Netaji were nationalistic. National pride is immoral because un-universalizable. Believing one’s own cultural heritage or religion to be the greatest in the world is unethical because you cannot consistently will that this maxim be universally and sincerely embraced as objectively true by all other peoples of the world. But even Rabindranath’s cosmopolitanism would surely be inimical to the grotesque globalization which would let AIG and Merrill Lynch settle the Kashmir dispute.

Echoing the Atharva Veda, Rabindranath famously pays homage to the Earth Mother, yet he would extol Divine Mother in a patriotic spirit, when the occasion demanded it. Hiskirtan-tuned “Ek baar toraa maa bolia daak” is a patriotic invocation of the motherland. “Aji Bangla desher hridoy hote kokhon aponi” is such a patriotic song which oozes withbhakti towards a motherland portrayed in words uncannily similar to the standard descriptions of Kali: “In your right hand blazes the khardga/ The left hand takes away our fears and cares/ Two eyes emit the smile of affection/ But the eye-on-the-forehead is of the colour of fire/ The more I see you, Ma, the more I fail to take my eyes off/ Your golden temple has thrown open its door today.”

This dark mother is daughter, mother, country and poor neglected mother-tongue at the same time. When it comes to lamenting the languishing vernacular culture and language, Rabindranath, in a heart-melting song, depicts the same goddess as a spurned mother whom the Anglicized Indians are ignoring while she awaits their return home morosely in her humble holy hut. One characterization of this country-mother is “one whose language everyone is dying to forget (kaahaar bhashaa haai, bhulite shobe chaai, she je amaar janani re)” — a nice reminder to the average reader of this newspaper.

When Abanindranath — greatly inspired by Sister Nivedita who imbibed the love of Kali from her master — painted Bharat Mata, he replaced the sword and the bleeding head with a book and placed a bunch of rice twigs (food) and a piece of home spun white cloth (clothing). Should we vivisect this painting to detect traces of a militant nationalism in it?

The world’s earliest convocation speech, in Taittiriya Upanishad, urges the new graduate to “make your mother your God”. We deify our mothers, and the earth we live and die on, and we call our first language, if any, our mother too. When the mellifluous multiculturalism of our national anthem, in its recent YouTube version soulfully sung by such diverse artists as Balamuralikrishna, Ghulam Mustafa Khan, Ajoy Chakrabarty, Hariharan, Sonu Niigaam, Usha Uthup, Sunidhi Chauhan, Leslie Lewis and others (while the English translation is recited by Harsh Neotia in an unabashed Indian accent), touches that chord of maternal thinking, it is okay to cry in uncritical worshipful joy.

Arindam  Chakrabarti teaches Philosophy of Language and Mind, Kant, Wittgenstein and Indian Philosophy at the University of Hawaii at Manoa

Bashonti

Chandril Bhattacharya

Is this Bashonti Sanyal who imprints red-lac dye and rubs lotus-petals on her palms.

Is this Bashonti Mukherjee who lights candles every morning on the window sill so that her lover gets irritated

Is this Bashonti Seth who plans on jumping into the pond along with her son on MonTueWed and on ThursFriSat plans without him

Is this Bashonti Mondol whose short stammertongue evokes rabid jokes at the morning bakery

Is this Bashonti Saha who fills up forms in such a calligraphic hand that folks mistake it for print

Is this Bashonti Halder who everyday voluntarily crosses her appointed bus stop and walks back again, slipper-worn, toe-strained

Is this Bashonti Sen who doesn’t kiss men who don’t smoke because men’s lips ought to be dark and bitter

Is this Bashonti Ghosh who rings Thebun-mashi everyday so that she can listen at least once to her maiden petname

Is this Bashonti Saha-Ray who stopped buying fish since every time she would sit on her haunches to check them out men would breathe nasty over her goosebumpy-neck

Is this Bashonti Ganguly who always wears sarees and  chhichhis her husband every single time he brings her a nightie

Is this Bashonti Sarkar who finds her Upanishad text every time on the third shelf

Is this Bashonti Chakarborty who said “Ufff, so warm” and got herself into the fridge  and didn’t realize neighbours were arriving in droves to look at her tanpura-posterior saying “Boudi, a glass of sherbet for you”

Is this Bashonti Dasgupta who created so much sound and fury while screwing that her in-laws fainted with laughter in the next room

Is this Bashonti Chatterjee whom her brother-in-law ordered “Switch on the fan, woman” and as punishment clipped her nipples

Is this Bashonti Laha who aimed her dartlike rubber-band perfectly at the nose of her grandfather’s portrait

Is this Bashonti Roy who quotes Jibabananda Das right, left and centre so that this evening’s intellectual can suck that name from her lower lips

Is this Bashonti Guha who undressed herself on the rooftop and later learnt that such cheap tactics would be censored

Is this Bashonti Banerjee who put all the utensil stickers on the rear-doors and cello-tapes on her stomach and pulled them out rough one at a time

Is this Bashonti Tarafdar who sent her Ma off to get some sweets so that she could close the windows and ventilators right away and hold her lover’s tool

Is this Bashonti Bhattacharya who shuttles in space so that she can manage her parents’ fights and comes flying back to the loo to get the urgent job done

Is this Bashonti Parui who makes boats out of foolscap papers for young birthdays and the young ones hate that kind of a gift

Is this Bashonti Sarkhel who can sprout herbs on her thighs just like that and then hide them just as fast

Is this Bashonti Sen-Sharma who will die before she goes to the Elgin Road crossing because she discussed divorce there one day

Is this Bashonti Chowdhury who put bananas country aubergines car keys in her vagina so that no one could go to the Dakshineshwar temple that day

Is this Bashonti Biswas who could not hold back puking every time her husband would swallow gloppy mucus but ended up with cheekmarks from the window bars

Is this Bashonti Bardhan who midnightly stands on the verandah and a bitch makes eye contact

Is this Bashonti Thakur who doesn’t care much about risks. She knows that the thin plastic bag won’t feel the hurt when it is hurled down

Chandril Bhattacharya is a journalist and non-fiction writer from Kolkata. He is also the singer-songwriter in the popular music band Chandrabindu. The Bengali version of this poem was published in the magazine Apar in 2011.

The Multicultural Empire

Saroj Giri

Unfortunately Niall Ferguson has managed to distract Pankaj Mishra from the main theatre of empire-building today which is more than just western superiority or domination. Both reify ‘western domination’, crediting it with an unmerited force and power.

Apropos Pankaj Mishra’s attack on Niall Ferguson, ‘Watch this man’ (London Review of Books, Nov 3, 2011), what if the latter had responded by simply quoting the Indian Prime Minister about the benevolence of empire:

“Our notions of the rule of law, of a constitutional government, of a free press, of a professional civil service, of modern universities and research laboratories have all been fashioned in the crucible where an age old civilization of India met the dominant empire of the day. These are all elements which we still value and cherish. Our judiciary, our legal system, our bureaucracy and our police are all great institutions, derived from British-Indian administration and they have served our country exceedingly well.”

Colonialism, thus understood, was a ‘meeting’ and exchange, not a repressive imposition of structural violence. This is the Indian Prime Minister Manmohan Singh speaking at Oxford University in 2005. Singh is leader of the Congress party, the same party which spearheaded the ‘freedom movement’ with leaders like Gandhi and Nehru.

When the ‘victims’ are so consenting and willing to embrace empire, why make things difficult for them (they need a face saver don’t they?) by making aggressive declarations of western superiority – but this is precisely what Ferguson does, even putting off some ‘liberal imperialists’. He laments, for example, that “the United States dare not call itself empire” – it does not occur to him that this bluster might just not be needed. Not speaking of itself formally as empire might be a better strategy and modality of functioning – not necessarily a weakness as Ferguson suggests.  The old direct racism too is no longer the most crucial component of imperialism today. Mishra concurs: “hardly anyone is a racist in the Stoddardiansense today”.

So if the prime modality of imperialism today is to function without calling itself empire or without ‘Stoddardian racism’, what sense does it make to take Ferguson so seriously? It just shows the failure or refusal to oppose empire in its new modality which is less about the schematic picture of ‘West versus the Rest’ and more about the west and the rest, as the Indian PM makes clear. Empire has become reflexive and the victim’s complicity is now assumed. The victim is the new victor – a vindication of empire. You might still have someone like Ferguson waxing eloquent about western superiority, but with the ‘colonized’ themselves taking up the task, Ferguson’s looks like one-upmanship.

China and Gandhi might not have been given adequate space in Ferguson’s account, as Mishra argues, but they are not excluded in the actual functioning of empire. One can go through an entire imperialist trope here about the ‘great contributions’ of the ‘great civilizations’ of China and India. In any case, the ‘rising powers of the East’ are not interested in getting equal with ‘western civilization’ as such. Their rising power is more about a very bland, competitive approach – ‘it is good to be rich’, as they say in China. Or you have the popular ‘techlit’ Indian writer Chetan Bhagat prodding Gen Y to ‘forget history’ and leave that to corrupt politicians who needed something to fight over – instead focus on high growth and a strong India. Bhagat is hot among the new urban middle classes along with Thomas Friedman of ‘The World is Flat’ fame. Friedman is of course not very different from Ferguson in making big claims about the decline of the west and the United States not striking hard enough. Ferguson might think of the ‘work ethic’ as western but this is not the nineteenth century – Amy Chua for one counts this as what defines the Chinese today. The Indians too fervently claim this mantle.

Ferguson’s narrative of western superiority and his language of empire are not welcomed by ‘liberal imperialists’ – who know that this will place US power on a very insecure and narrow footing, making those like the Indian PM difficult to include in the project. Even US military folks find it difficult to swallow Ferguson’s hawkishness, making light, for example of the report of tortures at Abu Ghraib.

Unfortunately Ferguson has managed to distract those like Mishra from the main theatre of empire-building today which is more than just western superiority or domination. Ferguson as much as Mishra reify ‘western domination’ and give it a force and power which is not really false but is highly ideological. Ferguson seems to have successfully provoked a misdirected anti-imperialism – thus Mishra conflates Ferguson’s narrative with empire’s dominant idiom of functioning. And then it turns out, even this narrative cannot, as Mishra clarifies in his reply, be surely placed alongside Stoddardian racism: Ferguson “lacks the steady convictions of racialist ideologues like Stoddard”.

This is not to say that opposing racism need not be part of challenging empire: it can and must be part of a good anti-imperialist politics – as any attempt to figure out why few blacks participate in the Occupy movement will make clear. However, focusing on older direct racism can also be part of another deeper attachment, which can undermine anti-imperialism. This is the unstated attachment to reflexive capitalism, reflexive empire which is all multicultural and accommodative – and feels discursively violated, wronged when someone expresses ‘extreme’ views. Mishra, focusing primarily on the ‘racism’ part rather than on the ‘empire-building’ part makes it appear as though the primary charge against Ferguson is about his being less-than-multicultural in focusing on western superiority, rather than the far more serious charge of being on the side of the 1%.

Mishra did a good job cutting Ferguson down to size. But he ends up taking too much advantage of the dominant approach of political correctness, aiming mainly at shaming Ferguson. He claims the high ground within a supposed ‘right-thinking’ public sphere, oblivious of its complicity with liberal multicultural imperialism. The appeal to this public sphere gets fervent when he asks in his letter how, “Ferguson has got away with this disgraced worldview for as long as he has”. Well what does it mean to say he has got away with it? He has not: many others have been highly critical of Ferguson’s views and many ‘liberal’ right wing commentators too have dismissed him as a ‘hack commentator’.

So, nowadays, it seems that Stoddardian racism must be eliminated down to its last remnants only so that empire in a new modality can function perfectly well – empire without Ferguson and his ilk. Does this new modality derive its crucial legitimizing force from interventions like Mishra’s bolstering up the perception of a tolerant multicultural west where extreme views are readily castigated?

It seems as if we want to have an empire without racism and without extreme imperialist views – one steeped in the dominant idiom of capitalism today where, as Slavoj Zizek points out:

“we find a whole series of products deprived of their malignant property: coffee without caffeine, cream without fat, beer without alcohol, Colin Powell’s doctrine of warfare with no casualties (on our side, of course) as warfare without warfare.”

What however unites all – the Indian PM, liberal imperialists and Ferguson, is clearly the question of class: they would all oppose the 99 per cent. And being politically correct all would, as Clinton did with the Occupy protestors, welcome the right of the protestors to be heard and so on – empire is democratic and tolerant and it does not really believe in the innate superiority of western civilization, does it?

Saroj Giri is Lecturer, Department of Political Science, University of Delhi.

Lover, Lunatic or a Languishing Venereal Patient

Nikhil Biswas

We credit the bravado of expressing our popping thoughts in immediate language smelling of fresh nascence. But in reality it is proven that the bravado is hollow, and worshiping that cleverness is devoid of the support of our soul.

I have my doubts about something there. What about this affair of mutating thoughts into language of freshness? Would this be limited to the use of words pertaining to sex? Does nascent word mean the phallus or the vagina only? Admitted we have a false prejudice against this pair of words, it would still be refuted that novel nuance often wheels around these two subjects only.

Sexuality is a strong and significant causality abounding our lives. Enough stress is given upon this subject, and it is justified. At least by the current standards of affairs. But the form of sexual exposure is reflected in life in many ways. Out of the same man becomes either a lover, a lunatic or a languishing venereal patient—this may entail sufficient scope for pondering, and actually there is so. There is no hypocrisy in realizing that scope. But it would be most lamentable if we exclusively consider words like vagina or sodomy as smart words and discard the rest as insipid. That would mean compromising with conscience.

I would like to emancipate the repressed emotions, their transcendence, through newborn language or coinage. We shun with care our repressed reflections and continue to do so till now. That is a sign of unhealthiness. There must be an explosion within this unwholesome environment; but that by no means imply that I must use words like ‘the clitoris’ to ensure a ready-made flow of refreshing write-ups from the tip of my pen.

I used the word ‘clitoris’ because some such words belonging to the same category have impacted my tympanum. They are just kicking up dust in a frenzied campaign to highlight my stance on sexuality. As if I have spelt out words of strength without the backing of truth.

We should accept and practice what comes naturally to us. Otherwise the whole show would seem to be falsely made-up. If a brazen bunch of aphrodisiac words could solve the issue easily, there would have been nothing else to be done at all. I have no abhorrence or allergy for such words—but their usage call for right perspective, the right place and the right time. It contracts my soul to think of my repertoire full of only such words.

The phallus and the vagina—these two are there; they will stay.

The phallus stands for man. If the phallic symbol of the male is over-handled at the cost of his other attributes, there would be a phallic dominance—but we shall miss the stimulated upsurge of male vitality which unthrottles his entire torso like an epicentre of tremendous liveliness. I have a similar statement for vagina and the female form.

The expression of art is not compartmental but holistic.

Yet there is something more to be said regarding this topic. If the monumental totality of the whole can be glimpsed in some partial experience or expression, then such revelation is adorable.

Puritanism in art and literature must be kicked out ruthlessly.

That maniac mind of the middle class suffers much repression. To release that repression through powerful expressions would bring about the intricacies of the subconscious soul. A partial depiction of it might also become truthful. But the very thought that the whole thing has to have force, that too a bullying imposition, is unacceptable.

Artists have progressed much regarding this matter through their paintings and these have remarkable integrity—that is to say, clarity of thought. But it is always depressing to think about the concept of coining particular words just for the sake of employing them. The words rape or orgasm or ye garrulousness of the coitus, all are acceptable words, but not for just using them. These may be used to express the signals from the soul. The words shall no longer be words then; they would convey passionate faith, furious rancour or vehement mistrust. That must not remain within the part and should spill over into totality—that is the earnest desire.

I do wish to involve the whole body and mind. It is not possible to live with the phallus and the vagina only. There I believe that the phallus and the vagina are not at all individual entities.

The vagina enshrine the total trust, the whelming hatred, the entire agony and the complete consciousness of woman. The vagina of the female is not only a unit but is inseparable from her whole and thus sprites forth in truth. If it was a lone unit only, it would have been limited to the pages of anatomy and physiology The truth of such places is not the truth of the whole soul. The vagina is true as a part of the female torso. Not as a separate entity; its affairs are as dynamic and drifting as of touch, smell and sound. Its conduct is made up of hate, love, jealousy and provocation. Envy, union, all are expressed, but that Is not the expression of its own. That expression transcends into the realm of truth due to its connection with the soul.

The woman’s vagina is anxious, fiery, stable and conflictive. The dejection, anxiety, agony and ecstasy of the consciousness active in every single cell of her entire body is evident in the vagina. But sans that consciousness and the maze of veins that convey it, the vagina of woman is not meaningful.

And the phallus of man is the male power manifest—sometimes melancholy, sometimes keen, enraged, restless, and sometimes else enthused at invited elation. But it is true only within the display of vitality to which it is related at root. It is not established as partial segment. The acute phallus is integrally linked with man’s potent power of will, his vigor of being, running fast inside his arteries as sanguine stream and throbbing inside his flesh and marrow—as because it is assimilated within that entire appeal, it can express the totality of male aggressiveness; anger and shame, hunger and love. Not alone but in totality, it is thus enraged, restless, fiercely poised to procreate, revealed and exposed.

I adore and congratulate whenever connects to the totality of my life. I do not consider that as singular entity. So in simple thought, wherever the agony, trust or hate from the soul is expressed as male or female power, the phallus or the vagina is projected. In briskness or in vocality, eagerness is the most desirable element.

The vagina as oblation ground and the phallus as faggot strike up the spark of life representing creation itself. So vagina is true as it is true within the truth of the body and thus may be called the oblation ground of the sacrificial worship of life. It is not so in the individual capacity—the vagina is evident as it is crowned with the essence of physical being and spiritual longing of the soul.

In the role of sacrificial wood, the phallus is similarly pronounced, proclaimed and steady. The scorching power of male body is aligned into the phallus. As the whole body thrives, the sap of life is pumped to the penis. So the phallus is manifest in truth too.

[ From the Diary of Nikhil Biswas. Diary entry: 22.04.1963. Translated by Sudipto Chakraborty]

 

A Muslim Meditation on Violence

Nauman Naqvi

What is the source of Islam’s potential for a beautiful, passive revolution today? How are the greater and lesser jihads distinct and entangled? What are the experiences of force given in the Muslim tradition? What are the relations between beauty, divinity, history and the forces of peace, truth and violence in this tradition? These are the prayers, the questions silently addressed in this filmic presentation of the anguished work of poesy and asceticism against historical violence in the painter-poet Sadequain (1930-87) – a presentation of the experience and logic of another force given in Islam, and dramatized in the life and oeuvre of this postcolonial Pakistani artist. Through a range of effects – including a generous and dynamic display of striking images juxtaposed with ravishing lyric from both Sadequain, as well as the larger Indic-Muslim and affinate traditions of the pre- and post-colonial modern period – this lecture-film enacts the experience and logic of this other force in three dramatic scenes of a performative lecture given by Nauman Naqvi at The Second Floor (PeaceNiche) in Karachi. The scenes – the hand, the head, and gesture – are scenes of what Sadequain called the technique of ‘mystic figuration’ in his painting: a certain tortured entanglement of the aesthetic, the ethical and truth in Muslim inheritance. An anguished entanglement of beauty, the good and truth in their ecstatic appearance in the secular world – the world of sight and sound – that is inseparable from the demand of sacrifice, of a strenuous self-canceling intention given in the aspect of a subtle violence of immanence in the Muslim understanding of being and existence. In tracing this haunting, subtle force of life, the lecture-film gestures towards the potential inheritance of a radically ethical politics of universal grace in Islam.

Please click the link for viewing the lecture film:  http://vimeo.com/28159751

HumanitiesUnderground thanks Nauman Naqvi for providing and allowing us to publish the video text.

London Stopped & Searched

 Saroj Giri

The black youth, together with the ‘feral scum’ of other colours, has always been stopped and searched, detained. But what happens when he stops and searches, detains the city?

Clarence Road in Hackney, on Monday night ( August 8 ) saw mass participation in looting in the presence/participation of large sections of the community from Pembury estate. Perhaps unlike in other areas, here the looting looked less like ‘criminality pure and simple’ and more like people breaking into a shop and quietly, with a tacit understated mutual understanding, walking away with what they needed for free from the store – looting as the expression of some kind of a general will. At least two hundred people were present and participating. With wheelie bins smouldering in the road and police helicopters droning overhead, a group of black women holding hands burst into Bob Marley’s ‘Rastaman chant’ as a car went up in flames. For a moment I thought it was Marley’s ‘Looting and Burning Tonight’ but it wasn’t. Complete with this fitting music, the disorder seemed orderly, particularly considering the hundreds of people collectively participating in it without any violence to each other. At one moment someone climbs up a lamp-post and tries to pull down the CCTV camera – the crowd below obviously cheers and applauds.

 Large sections of ‘responsible’ society, including its progressive sections, feel violated by this mass looting, illegality and, some would say, immorality. And yet the underclass seemed to establish and assert themselves precisely in and through their worthlessness and illegality. The ‘cheap thrill’ element of looting petty consumer items was there. And yet there was something else going on too. Hence even though some of those in it did feel moral compunctions about looting as something immoral, they would still go along with the overall spirit and ‘idea’ behind it. Indeed, in some cases, people went ahead with the collective wisdom of looting and arson even when it posed a danger to them and their property. Was it irrationality, or acting politically?

Consider this: “A middle aged Iraqi political refugee clutched to his chest his valuable personal documents that he’d salvaged, and worried that the car burning in the street might ignite his flat just above, but was torn by sympathy for the youth, who were up against the very same forces who’d turned his own country into a killing ground” (http://www.revcom.us/a/242/AWTWNS_london_burning-en.html). This only means that the looting and arson was on the whole, and through associations not so obvious, somehow placed on the side of those fighting power and the repressive machinery. The main thrust of it was subversive and anti-authoritarian even if far from being formally anti-capitalist, anti-imperialist and so on.

It is to suppress this that those in power have whipped up so much hypocritical affect to invoke so-called moral values and responsibility to denounce it as mere looting and criminality. This approach criminalizes the ongoing protests/looting, treating them as a problem of crime in general and the breakdown of parenting in particular. The other so-called left or progressive approach is no better. Apparently opposed to the first one, it views the protests/looting as a by-product of poverty, unemployment, cuts and so forth – it says, let us look at the context. Both approaches however deny the protests/looting their specificity.

Let us take the ‘context’ argument. While cuts and unemployment do provide the context, the angry youths seem to be castigating ‘public order’ and ‘society’ in more fundamental ways than is warranted by such economic hardships. There is an excess in these actions which refuses to be reduced to some prior set of explanatory factors. It stands out, reconfiguring things in new ways.

For contrast, take the student protests last year. Very militant and sometimes violent too – and yet they had a clear demand and could be referred back to specific government policies, so that the dominant fabric of society as such was not their target. They represented particular organizations and the agents were identifiable as students and so on. Not this one though. This time it is more like an anonymous ‘rabble’ attacking no identifiable body and no demands have been put forth – nothing and no one, in short, for the powers-that-be to engage with. The so-called community leaders (calling for an end to the protests/riots) themselves appear so out of touch with this ‘rabble’, thereby completing the picture.

 Far from making demands and seeking upward mobility, there is instead a rejection of society, a conscious violation of public order. And nobody saw this ‘intifada of the underclass’ coming, even if everybody knew the ‘context’ – of poverty and marginalisation. Like proletarian shock troopers appearing from the forgotten inner recess of society, they seem to castigate and violate ‘our way of life’ and social norms.

 Here are those at the bottom of society no longer wanting to suffer or undergo the regimentation and socialization and discipline (what Cameron calls ‘learning to take responsibility’) in order to go up in life, become decent citizens and so on. Many of them refuse to be integrated and assimilated – while this often means that they then get hired/used to do the dirty criminal work for those in power (Fanon’s ‘lumpen proletariat’), the consequences are not always so grim. For there is also an unmistakable political tendency here going back to the Black Panthers (well, you had the British Black Panthers too) of refusing to get assimilated in/by mainstream society – part of what the Panthers called ‘self-determination’. These political ideas circulate in various forms, often very incoherently, in the black community, in popular memory, as a line in hip hop lyrics, a random quote from Malcolm X (‘by any means necessary’) – often as thought, an ‘unconscious’ response or deeply ingrained leaning, a propensity.

To say that the protests and riots are mere objective effects of a bad socio-economic context is to take away the thought, the politics or subjective leaning suffusing them. In being arraigned against capital and not really racial, this ‘thought’ or politics can allow a wider class based solidarity cutting the race barrier. Sometimes however this politics gets intertwined with the fact of this underclass’s complicity in the shadowy world of gangs and criminals. The result is what we witnessed: a violent consumerism and looting alongside the anti-authoritarianism of ‘fuck the police’, ‘fight the feds’ – an unmediated direct confrontation with the police and social/public order.

 Totally oblivious of any of this, those at the top echelons, those at the helm of affairs, gloating on their success, feel suddenly swept away by a hurricane which they are striving to name as looting, criminality, vandalism and so on. This mish-mash of a protest/riot/looting surprised both those on the right as well as those on the left. So let us make sense of this hurricane and try to retrieve what is political in it.

The struggle against the cuts, it is pointed out, was legitimate but not these protests/riots by the looters and yobs living off social benefits and carrying guns. But consider this: aren’t we told that cuts are an attack on the working people? So, will the working people always do no more than merely demand that these massive cuts be withdrawn from implementation or repealed. Will they not at some point counter-attack, stop marching in an orderly manner to Westminster, and resort to other ‘means’? Moreover, those who face not just the brunt of the cuts, fee hikes and other economic hardships, but also undergo the humiliation of police brutality, might do more than join marches and protests. Here are those who get kettled every day and perhaps for generations – they need not go to a demonstration to experience it. Getting kettled might be part of your heady, radical student days, to be recounted in sober years of your maturity. But getting ‘stopped and searched’ your entire life till you reach the grave, is something altogether different.

 The structural violence of poverty and unemployment is combined with subjective, personalized, targeted daily torture. Hence the reaction to ‘stop and search’ cannot be only a planned and peaceful demonstration. Something of the hurricane will be part of the reaction. No wonder then that those involved are the poor black youth and the white underclass at the forefront of this war – youth who are no radical anti-establishment rebels reading Sartre and watching Ken Loach, but who just feel like ‘turning the shit up’, hitting and punching back. It is not radical thought leading to radical action bt it is primarily action coming out of life experience. As somebody said, “these kids are telling their life stories”. Looking at it from the inside, the protests/looting do not quite match David Cameron’s description as “criminality, pure and simple”.

Crucially, this counter attack by the poor could never be an orderly business since the Order of the oppressive system is much wider and includes almost all of social life, including, let us say, the small businesses that got attacked. Didn’t some Sorbonne-educated French philosophers tell us how the prevailing norms of the status quo, the social order and its ritual practices, get normalized as neutral norms and hence are against the interests of the working people? Or is it that when members of the upper middle class and intellectuals violate social order they are counted as radicals, poised to become a venerated writer or public intellectual in later life, whereas the poor would be treated as mere criminals.

 In any case the law and moral norms that supposedly apply to all somehow allow the bigger looters to get away. Ah, how can we not recall: ‘The law locks up the man or woman, Who steals the goose from off the common, But leaves the greater villain loose, Who steals the common from off the goose’. Now that the court cases against the protestors/looters are proceeding we see what they are accused of stealing: two mobile phones, pair of jeans, a TV set and so on. Don’t we know of far bigger loot happening in this country? Looks like, you need to loot really big in order not to be seen as a looter or criminal. The smallness of the loot strangely does not work in their favor – nobody wants to excuse since they were after all stealing just a few things. Instead this smallness works against the accused – they appear really mean and petty. The media is of course going overboard highlighting these ‘horrible crimes’.

In short, normal, everyday, routine life with apparently no looting and based on hard work and responsibility and so on, automatically reproduces capitalism and its inequalities. So much so that the direct coercive power of the authorities and the raw power of big corporations are not always necessary. Indeed, in a ‘leisure society’ where you ‘either buy or die’ it is no longer the old Parliament or the Home Office buildings that symbolize ‘order’. ‘Order’, ‘the good life’ is now symbolized by the high streets and fancy stores lined up with rows of gleaming products that seduce and speak to you through transparent glass panes – such 24/7 transparency that shops in high streets have long since done away with iron shutters. This transparency is only as real as the false apparition of fair competition, the rewarding of hard work and so on.

Indeed, even though CCTV cameras peer down on the high streets, the immediate experience is one of transparency and seamless mobility. Such trusting, transparent cityscape already assumes that you are not one of those who will break in and loot, already in that sense eliciting your complicity – the insufferable axis of the willing. But then the rabble from the bottom of society comes and smashes this ideal world, targeting areas of ‘fair exchange’, of buying and selling and not really overt symbols of authority or power. No wonder authorities in London are referring to what their counterparts in Philadelphia have done: impose an evening curfew to prevent neighborhood kids from entering the main high streets. The BBC ran a story on this.

Thus what looked like disorderly looting and ‘yobs gone wild’ was still well-directed. It carried some unarticulated thought or insight and was more than just stealing things. Nor were these merely a stimuli-response effect of an adverse context. Hence the feeling – how can they do this to ‘our London’? Obviously, it seems like the handiwork of what Cameron calls ‘broken and sick’ society. No excuses for this. That which surreptitiously and cleverly assumed our complicity, without really taking our consent, has been smashed – it is this which pinches and agitates those in power rather than that things were stolen or looted. It was really not about ‘theft’ but the boldness, subversiveness and explosive charge involved – the underlying challenge to authority and the dominant order. And that it was those at the bottom of society marching into and smashing ‘our’ high streets. Hence it was far more than theft or criminality, or far more than what adverse socio-economic context can possibly warrant. Cameron said in Parliament today (August 10, 2011) that “what happened had nothing to do with politics or protest but was theft”. He is in denial.

What must be pointed out however is the cheap, violent consumerism all too evident in this intifada – also opportunistic, often highly individualistic, aggressive, macho and acquisitive. And yet at that moment of the mass protest/looting on Clarence Road the rest of normal society, Big Society seemed so misplaced and unjust. It felt as if from now on, from this spot, one might finally be able to tell just how repressive society as it normally exists is. The freedom the rabble was enjoying seemed to offer one a handle from which to critique the regimentation and repression that constitutes society. Seeing the sheer joy among the looters carrying the goods, it felt as if the fetishistic powers of the commodity have been proletarianised, or, sadly, the proletariat commodified – not just lumpenised. The poor seemed more under the spell of the magical powers of the commodity than the rich. Looting not as the redistribution of wealth, as some anarchists have opined, but as testimony to the enslavement of the proletariat to the commodity. Can London be stopped and searched without being enslaved to the commodity?

Saroj Giri is Assistant Professor, Department of Political Science, University of Delhi.