September 8, 2010

Liberalism of the chattering classes

This class wants democracy. Who doesn't? But do these sophists understand how democracy functions. Not really. They are wealthy, sophisticated, educated and call themselves the intelligentsia. They live in an air-controlled environment and party at will, partaking of the good things of life, some forbidden, but readily available if you pay the cash. Where is this claque of democracy lovers now when the great deluge has drowned the life of the poor? Has any fat cat gone hungry; thirsty; homeless? Or lost his/her designer wardrobe to the Great Flood? Or fallen victim to diarrhoea, nausea, malnutrition, dehydration, cholera, even death?
Has this cavalier class created some kind of collective synergy, a formula to face the aftermath? To organise cadres of volunteers overseeing the relief? To question who is the national bursar? Imran Khan and a few others are exemplars. They have produced concrete results.
The word 'democracy' is a shrill cliché in our part of the world. Ruling politicians swear they want to save democracy (from whom?). High-powered journalists bandy the word. Members of civil society especially those running foreign-funded non-governmental organisations lecture us on its worth. Instead of homilies, where can one find a sober voice of reason/ analyst/ expert who can guide the way to a workable democracy, not the one where corruption by the rulers is condoned and criminal neglect by the decision-makers ignored. Has any scofflaw, the politician who let their people drown to save their lands during the flood been hauled up?
Is Chief Justice Iftikhar Chaudhry now holding the additional portfolio of commander-in-chief of accountability?
Nobody wants the generals/brigadiers/ colonels/majors and captains taking charge of governance. They are not fit to rule. They are fit to fight. "Enroll your son in the fauj if his grades don't make the mark or colleges reject them," was the mantra in Pakistani households not long ago. But that's not to say that every duffer or a loser was marched off to the barracks. Not at all. Some brilliant brains and brave hearts defending our borders have won the highest awards in chivalry and art of war. They are our pride.
But martial law? No thanks. It's been a colossal failure whenever imposed. Imagine having an army captain turn up at your office in his jeep with his dunda tucked under his arm, wanting to take over your space because he's now your boss. I've seen it happen during the 1965 and 1971 wars and during Yahya's 1969; Zia's 1977 and Musharraf's 1999. Memories of the first martial law in Punjab in the 50s when squabbling politicians failed to control the public riots (déjà vu today) are etched in my mind (kids have a great retention power). The GOC of Lahore General Azam Khan was given orders by the Defence Secretary Gen Iskander Mirza to go sort everyone out. Sure he did! Instead of targeting the politicians responsible for the mess (and I can give you the inside story), the chief secretary and commissioner Lahore got jerked around. Like a hurricane, the little general in his uniform would show up at the door, unannounced, and begin barking orders throwing the whole household into a tizzy.
Fast forward to another martial law.
My chapter opens on a cold spring day when the blossoms in New York were just opening up and the sun felt good. We wound our way to the Pakistan mission located on a side-road of the swank Fifth Avenue, the home of Manhattan's millionaires. Fluttering in the mild breeze was a giant Pakistani flag on a slanted pole. It was making a statement. Pride and hope rushed to the brain as we climbed a majestic staircase, the kind you see in old mansions, to step into a crystal chandeliered room. The voting had begun. Did we want the general to stay in office for three years to clean up the mess after Nawaz Sharif? Of course yes!
Soon after Musharraf became the president, he went to China to talk shop. According to someone very close to him, the couple didn't have extra dollars to buy themselves thermal vests. They shivered until someone in the entourage lent them $300 to go get themselves woolies. That was the winter of 1999. "The suits he wore during the trip were atrocious, cheap material and badly stitched." Very soon Mr & Mrs Musharraf's wardrobes underwent a sea-change. Donning Armani suits and matching ties with imported leather shoes became the dictator's hallmark. When the Iraqi President Saddam Hussain offered oil to Pakistan at throwaway prices, Musharraf declined. Why? The Americans had gotten wind of it waving green backs at him that proved too tempting to resist. Some went into the Pakistani treasury; some allegedly into his bank account abroad.
The public may never find out how their president betrayed them and sold their national interest for a few pieces of silver. Of course we had a parliament in place; of course we had a prime minister with his troupe of ministers; of course we had an opposition - All the ingredients that make for a democracy. George W Bush patted Musharraf for introducing democracy; he invited him to his farm in Texas. He gave $ 10 billion to him to keep the 'war on terror' from reaching the American mainland. The brass back home cranked up its outdated hardware giving India the jitters. Visits to and fro from the US by our men in uniform became commonplace.
While Musharraf kept his generals happy with enough dough coming from the US, Shaukat Aziz and Chaudhry Shujaat Hussain were left to deal with democracy. They made a hash of the civilian set up; they demolished established institutions; they laid to waste all the progress achieved in the area of education, science and higher learning. Load-shedding entered our lives one fine morning. The chief justice and his judges were made non-functional.
Yeah, that was democracy!
Altaf Hussain has had enough of democracy. Cut in the style of a pseudo Alexander; Caesar; Genghis Khan, he rules over the hearts and minds of his burgeoning army listening in pin-drop silence to his histrionic declamation delivered on phone from London regularly at a raily (as in rally). This makes sure the rest of Pakistan (GHQ, Presidency and the PM House) hear him. Naught for nothing has the MQM always been a coalition partner with dictators and democrats alike over decades.
But Hussain's latest jingoism about empowering generals and pinning politicians to the guillotine has left tongues swaggering. The only positive outcome of this shemozzle is that the media and the intelligentsia have finally replaced their kid gloves with knuckledusters. But, instead of going to war with Hussain inviting martial law, we should try separating the chaff from the grain that he scatters so freely. There is sense in what he says. We need to engage him further; ask his action plan; how he intendeds executing it. He must have some plan. Can he leave his staple flowery script accompanied by a marsia style of lamentation, for once?
In the weeks to follow, I'd like to share my notes on democracy when it first became a fad way back in the 50s. The long journey may elicit some answers. And answers we must have. Because what we have today is not what we want.

Email: anjumniaz@rocketmail.com

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