STORM IN THE WAITING

Saeed Naqvi


Globalisation may not have been part of the discourse 45 years ago when Indira Gandhi shelved Civil Liberties after declaring the Emergency, but it is not possible to sketch that bleak episode on a wide enough canvas without touching such disparate points on the world atlas as Latin America and India’s cow belt. There was, after all, an external and an internal context to the Emergency as, indeed, there is to the erosion of civil liberties in India today.

The coup in 1973 which ousted and killed Salvador Allende, the world’s first Communist leader to have come to power through the ballot box, had a ripple effect on the Communist movements in Europe. The counterpunch from the Right caused Enrico Berlinguer, leader of the powerful Italian Communist party, to nimbly distance himself from the Soviet Union, invent Eurocommunism and seek a “historic compromise” with the Christian Democrats. This was roughly the trajectory of all European Communist parties. True, Communists had come to power in Angola in 1975, but White South Africa was full square behind Jonas Swimbi’s relentless guerilla war against the Angolan regime.

This was the state of play between the power blocks, when Indira Gandhi, weakened by defeat in eight states in 1967, sought to consolidate her power by splitting the Congress party in 1969 and seeking the support of the Left, especially the Communist Party of India (CPI), which attached itself to Congress (I). The (I) stood for Indira – as a sort of ideological motor.

“Unite and Struggle” was how SripatA Dange, party chairman, described the arrangement – unite with the Congress but “struggle” against its “anti-people” policies.

India’s principal party, the Congress, in such apparent dalliance with the Left, set against the backdrop of the global Left-Right contest touched upon earlier, had to invite a counter punch. A group to administer such a counterpunch was readily at hand: the “syndicate”, the Congress regional power brokers, placed by the split on the Right of the political spectrum – CB Gupta, Atulya Ghosh, S. Nijalingappa, Morarji Desai etc. The RSS, Socialists and sundry anti-Communist forces began to hold a meeting here, a seminar there, and plan.

At this stage, Jayaprakash Narayan had more or less given up his socialist party work. He became a heavy-duty Gandhian attaching himself to Acharya Vinoba Bhave’s Bhoodaan, or the land gift movement. Then a series of youth movements began to look for a leader; and typical of the Indian mind, a father figure to revere, which is not the same thing as “respect”.

It would be flawed to find links with Kent State campus in the US, barricades in Paris, and Grosvenor Square pickets in London, but it is uncanny that the Navnirman Samiti in Ahmadabad which was triggered by agitation against increased hostel fees erupted at the same time.JP, as he was affectionately called, was now in the drill to lead the much more powerful Bihar movement from the cozy comfort of his house in Patna’s Kadamkuan, where he accommodated me in a room on the ground floor. This gave me a ringside seat to cover the story for The Statesman along with my partner in sin, the wonderful photographer Raghu Rai. Remember, there were no multiple channels then and Raghu’s photographs amplified the movement sky high. The movement was primarily carried on the shoulders of the RSS cadres and under Nanaji Deshmukh’s firm leadership. Paradoxically, it also spawned caste leaders like Karpoori Thakur, Laloo Prasad Yadav and Nitish Kumar.

1969, the year of so much political upheaval, also happened to be Mahatma Gandhi’s birth centenary year. To celebrate the occasion, Frontier Gandhi Abdul Gaffar Khan was invited for a tour of India. Indira Gandhi and JP (with RSS, Socialists, Gandhians in tow) began to vie for favourable utterances from the Frontier Gandhi. He collected shawls at every function, diligently counted them at night, and at every meeting, the next day proceeded to chastise both the political formations for having “betrayed Gandhi”.

All concerned were in deep soup when the Frontier Gandhi arrived in Ahmadabad in September, a few days short of the Gandhi centenary on October 2. He decided to put down anchor in “Gandhi’s and Sardar Patel’s city”. This to witness firsthand the fiercest Hindu-Muslim riots in which the hand of the Gujarat Congress was discernable. The Khan docketed all these details which became inputs for the hundreds of public speeches he delivered across the country during that tour.

According to the Jaganmohan Reddy Committee, the death toll was 660; of which 430 were Muslims. Unofficial figures exceed thousands. That the great singer Rasoolan Bai’s house was burnt is a detail etched on my memory. These were the first riots where I heard the terrible slogan for the first time: “Musalmaan ke do sthan; Pakistan ya Qabrustan”, (There are two destinations for Muslims; Pakistan or the graveyard).

This was the beginning of the series of riots climaxing with the macabre pictures that Gujarat yielded in February 2002. There is a major difference: an element of retaliatory violence on the part of Muslims was on show in 1969; 2002 was a pogrom, a trend inaugurated with the anti-Sikh monstrosity of 1984.

In a nutshell, the Emergency of 1975 was in an East-West, Left-Right context and it lasted 18 months. The East-West context disappeared in 1990, exactly when Manmohan Singh embarked on economic policies which worldwide were creating inequalities. Economic distress strengthened demands for social security nets, and political establishments channeled popular discontent into identity politics which, in the Indian context, translated into rank communalism.

The global war on terror and subsequent Islamophobia provided just the tailwind the Hindutva project required. Now come the headwinds – a shattered economy, dismally mismanaged pandemic, China hovering like Banquo’s ghost, unknown fate of the millions who walked in distress, and, FIRs upon FIRs as a preemptive strategy to cope with the gathering storm on the horizon.

Will the storm materialise given such a stale, limp Opposition at the Centre? The Jury is still out.

The writer is a seasoned journalist.

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