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    Kashmir Observer
    July 19 2009


    Is There Life After Democracy?

    By Arundhati Roy

    [Adapted from Roy's Introduction to her new book of collected essays,
    Listening to Grasshoppers: Field Notes on Democracy, published last
    month by Hamish Hamilton (Penguin) we reproduce an excerpt giving the
    authors assessment of the democratic exercise in the troubled state of
    Kashmir]


    ..Speaking of consensus, there's the small and ever-present matter of
    Kashmir. When it comes to Kashmir the consensus in India is
    hard-core. It cuts across every section of the establishment'including
    the media, the bureaucracy, the intelligentsia and even Bollywood.

    The war in the Kashmir valley is almost twenty years old now, and has
    claimed about seventy thousand lives. Tens of thousands have been
    tortured, several thousand have `disappeared', women have been raped
    and many thousands widowed. Half a million Indian troops patrol the
    Kashmir valley, making it the most militarized zone in the world. (The
    United States had about one hundred and sixty-five thousand
    active-duty troops in Iraq at the height of its occupation.) The
    Indian army now claims that it has, for the most part, crushed
    militancy in Kashmir. Perhaps that's true. But does military
    domination mean victory?

    How does a government that claims to be a democracy justify a military
    occupation? By holding regular elections, of course. Elections in
    Kashmir have had a long and fascinating past. The blatantly rigged
    state election of 1987 was the immediate provocation for the armed
    uprising that began in 1990. Since then elections have become a finely
    honed instrument of the military occupation, a sinister playground for
    India's Deep State. Intelligence Agencies have created political
    parties and decoy politicians, they have constructed and destroyed
    political careers at will. It is they more than anyone else who decide
    what the outcome of each election will be. After every election, the
    Indian establishment declares that India has won a popular mandate
    from the people of Kashmir.

    In the summer of 2008, a dispute over land being allotted to the
    Amarnath Shrine Board coalesced into a massive, nonviolent
    uprising. Day after day, hundreds of thousands of people defied
    soldiers and policemen ' who fired straight into the crowds, killing
    scores of people ' and thronged the streets. From early morning to
    late in the night, the city reverberated to chants of `Azadi! Azadi!'
    (`Freedom! Freedom!'). Fruit sellers weighed fruit chanting, `Azadi!
    Azadi!' Shopkeepers, doctors, houseboat owners, guides, weavers,
    carpet sellers ' everybody was out with placards, everybody shouted
    `Azadi! Azadi!' The protests went on for several days.

    The protests were massive. They were democratic, and they were
    nonviolent. For the first time in decades fissures appeared in
    mainstream public opinion in India. [23] The Indian state
    panicked. Unsure of how to deal with this mass civil disobedience, it
    ordered a crackdown. It enforced the harshest curfew in recent memory
    with shoot-at-sight orders. In effect, for days on end, it virtually
    caged millions of people. The major pro-freedom leaders were placed
    under house arrest, several others were jailed. House to house
    searches culminated in the arrest of hundreds of people. The Jama
    Masjid was closed for Friday prayers for an unprecedented seven weeks
    at a stretch.

    Once the rebellion was brought under control, the government did
    something extraordinary'it announced elections in the
    state. Pro-independence leaders called for a boycott. They were
    re-arrested. Almost everybody believed the elections would become a
    huge embarrassment for the Indian government. The security
    establishment was convulsed with paranoia. Its elaborate network of
    spies, renegades and embedded journalists began to buzz with renewed
    energy. No chances were taken. (Even I, who had nothing to do with any
    of what was going on, was put under house arrest in Srinagar for two
    days.)

    Calling for elections was a huge risk. But the gamble paid off. People
    turned out to vote in droves. It was the biggest voter turnout since
    the armed struggle began. It helped that the polls were scheduled so
    that the first districts to vote were the most militarized even within
    the Kashmir valley.

    None of India's analysts, journalists and psephologists cared to ask
    why people who had only weeks ago risked everything, including bullets
    and shoot-at-sight orders, should have suddenly changed their
    minds. None of the high-profile scholars of the great festival of
    democracy ' who practically live in TV studios when there are
    elections in mainland India, picking apart every forecast, exit poll
    and minor percentile swing in the vote share'talked about what
    elections mean in the presence of such a massive, year-round troop
    deployment. (An armed soldier for every twenty civilians.) No one
    speculated about the mystery of hundreds of unknown candidates who
    materialized out of nowhere to represent political parties that had no
    previous presence in the Kashmir valley. Where had they come from? Who
    was financing them? No one was curious.

    No one spoke about the curfew, the mass arrests, the lockdown of
    constituencies that were going to poll. Not many talked about the fact
    that campaigning politicians went out of their way to de-link `Azadi'
    and the Kashmir dispute from elections, which they insisted were only
    about municipal issues'roads, water, electricity. No one talked about
    why people who have lived under a military occupation for
    decades'where soldiers could barge into homes and whisk away people at
    any time of the day or night'might need someone to listen to them, to
    take up their cases, to represent them. [24]

    The minute elections were over, the establishment and the mainstream
    press declared victory (for India) once again. The most worrying
    fallout was that in Kashmir, people began to parrot their colonizers'
    view of themselves as a somewhat pathetic people who deserved what
    they got. `Never trust a Kashmiri,' several Kashmiris said to
    me. `We're fickle and unreliable.' Psychological warfare has been an
    instrument of official policy in Kashmir. Its depredations over
    decades ' its attempt to destroy people's self-esteem ' are arguably
    the worst aspect of the occupation.

    But only weeks after the elections it was back to business as
    usual. The protests and demands for Azadi and the summary killings by
    security forces have begun again. Newspapers report that militancy is
    on the rise.

    Unsurprisingly, the poor turnout in the subsequent general elections
    did not elicit much comment.

    It's enough to make you wonder whether there is any connection at all
    between elections and democracy.
    The trouble is that Kashmir sits on the fault lines of a region that
    is awash in weapons and sliding into chaos. The Kashmiri freedom
    struggle, with its crystal clear sentiment but fuzzy outlines, is
    caught in the vortex of several dangerous and conflicting
    ideologies'Indian Nationalism (corporate as well as `Hindu', shading
    into imperialism), Pakistani Nationalism (breaking down under the
    burden of its own contradictions), US Imperialism (made impatient by a
    tanking economy), and a resurgent medieval-Islamist Taliban (fast
    gaining legitimacy, despite its insane brutality, because it is seen
    to be resisting an occupation). Each of these ideologies is capable of
    a ruthlessness that can range from genocide to nuclear war. Add
    Chinese imperial ambitions, an aggressive, re-incarnated Russia, the
    huge reserves of natural gas in the Caspian region and persistent
    whispers about natural gas, oil and uranium reserves in Kashmir and
    Ladakh, and you have the recipe for a new Cold War (which, like the
    last one, is cold for some and hot for others).

    In the midst of all this, Kashmir is set to become the conduit through
    which the mayhem unfolding in Afghanistan and Pakistan spills into
    India, where it will find purchase in the anger of the young among
    India's one hundred and fifty million Muslims who have been
    brutalized, humiliated and marginalised. Notice has been given by the
    series of terrorist strikes that culminated in the Mumbai attacks of
    2008.

    There is no doubt that the Kashmir dispute ranks right up there, along
    with Palestine, as one of the oldest, most intractable disputes in the
    world. That does not mean that it cannot be resolved. Only that the
    solution will not be completely to the satisfaction of any one party,
    one country or one ideology. Negotiators will have to be prepared to
    deviate from the `party line'. Of course, we haven't yet reached the
    stage where the Government of India is even prepared to admit that
    there's a problem, let alone negotiate a solution. Right now it has no
    reason to.

    Internationally, its stocks are soaring. Its economy is still ticking
    over, and while its neighbours deal with bloodshed, civil war,
    concentration camps, refugees and army mutinies, India has just
    concluded a beautiful election.

    However, Demon-crazy can't fool all the people all the time. India's
    temporary, shotgun solutions to the unrest in Kashmir (pardon the pun)
    have magnified the problem and driven it deep into a place where it is
    poisoning the aquifers. ~ Perhaps the story of the Siachen Glacier,
    the highest battlefield in the world, is the most appropriate metaphor
    for the insanity of our times. Thousands of Indian and Pakistani
    soldiers have been deployed there, enduring chill winds and
    temperatures that dip to minus 40 Celsius. Of the hundreds who have
    died there, many have died just from the cold'from frostbite and
    sunburn. The glacier has become a garbage dump now, littered with the
    detritus of war, thousands of empty artillery shells, empty fuel
    drums, ice-axes, old boots, tents and every other kind of waste that
    thousands of warring human beings generate. The garbage remains
    intact, perfectly preserved at those icy temperatures, a pristine
    monument to human folly. While the Indian and Pakistani governments
    spend billions of dollars on weapons and the logistics of high
    altitude warfare, the battlefield has begun to melt. Right now, it has
    shrunk to about half its size. The melting has less to do with the
    military standoff than with people far away, on the other side of the
    world, living the good life. They're good people who believe in peace,
    free speech and human rights. They live in thriving democracies whose
    governments sit on the UN Security Council and whose economies depend
    heavily on the export of war and the sale of weapons to countries like
    India and Pakistan. (And Rwanda, Sudan, Somalia, the Republic of
    Congo, Iraq, Afghanistan . . . it's a long list.) The glacial melt
    will cause severe floods in the subcontinent, and eventually severe
    drought that will affect the lives of millions of people. [25] That
    will give us even more reasons to fight. We'll need more weapons. Who
    knows, that sort of consumer confidence may be just what the world
    needs to get over the current recession. Then everyone in the thriving
    democracies will have an even better life'and the glaciers will melt
    even faster. ~ While I read `Listening to Grasshoppers' to a tense
    audience packed into a university auditorium in Istanbul (tense
    because words like unity, progress, genocide and Armenian tend to
    anger the Turkish authorities when they are uttered close together), I
    could see Rakel Dink, Hrant Dink's widow, sitting in the front row,
    crying the whole way through. When I finished, she hugged me and said,
    `We keep hoping. Why do we keep hoping?'

    We, she said. Not you.
    The words of Faiz Ahmed Faiz, sung so hauntingly by Abida Parveen,
    came to me: nahin nigah main manzil to justaju hi sahinahin wisaal
    mayassar to arzu hi sahi
    I tried to translate them for her (sort of):
    If dreams are thwarted, then yearning must take their place
    If reunion is impossible, then longing must take its place
    You see what I meant about poetry?

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