Thursday, May 5, 2016

Corporatizing Pakistan



[Corporatizing May Day was written for The News Daily for its May Day issue but was refused publication. It first appeared on Socialist Pakistan News (SPN) on the 4th of May. It is being posted here with the permission of the authors, without edits and alterations]. 


           By Afiya S Zia & S Akbar Zaidi
          

        For more than a century, 1stMay has been celebrated universally, as International Workers' Day, or simply as May Day. It has been an event where trade unionists, progressives, radicals and Left political parties and movements have given a call to the workers of the world to unite, to rise up against exploitation at the workplace, against imperialism, in defence of the rights for the working classes, for equality for women, and for the disenfranchised.

         Even after the collapse of socialism and in this neoliberal imperialist order, the symbolic relevance cannot be lost on an older generation of trade unionists, radicals, feminists and progressives. Many are now retired from political praxis, yet, presumably aware that May Day still has significant political and ideological connotations.

          It is on May Day this year, perhaps disregarding its significance, that a number of Pakistani icons of the Left, of radical feminism, and of the trade union movement, have agreed to participate in an event organised and sponsored by the British Council entitled, 'Women of the World’ (WOW) at the Beach Luxury Hotel in Karachi.  WOW has been promoted as a festival which will be informed by the “keynote of British values of equality, diversity and inclusivity (EDI)” -- even such moral and ethical values now have an acronym. Co-organisers include, the Pakistan Institute of Labour Education and Research and the Research Collective. Some renowned Left and feminist-supportive enterprises such as, Standard Chartered Bank, Engro and L'Oreal, are sponsoring the event.

         Some of the speakers are well-known socialist feminists who have historically chastised women’s rights NGOs regarding the sources of their funding. Other, younger, self-acclaimed anti-imperialist, feminist, speakers (who politic online against the running dogs of neo-liberalism and capitalism) have been forging their careers by protesting imperialism as the root cause of all evils – from FATA to Balochistan. Forget Women of the World, there seem to be no Pukhtoon or Baloch woman listed at this ‘diverse’ event. Presumably, these provinces have been decolonised while we weren’t looking.

            The latest competitive trend against the NGO-isation of progressive politics in Pakistan is that of its culturalisation. The fatigue from donor-funded NGO seminars has allowed for a new invention by donor agencies, in partnership with the private sector. This is, the fashion of 'festivals for a cause'. The relentless marketing of culture as politics is not just a-typically postmodernist, it has meant that acclaimed pop literature and cultural festivals are being sold and consumed as worthy and alternative sites for political causes. Want to be an activist and entertained at the same time? Buy your tickets here…food, zumba and spin classes available between rape victim testimonies and something called, ‘speed-mentoring’. Corporatized fast food, start-a-business, just do it, sponsor and co-opt a revolution...

            Increasingly, at events about women's rights in Pakistan, we have more men speaking to and on behalf of women. Clearly, we are so post-feminist that women don’t even need to represent themselves anymore. It is a wonder that Mukhtara Mai is being asked to give her testimony at Beach Luxury at all, when presumably, any male lawyer could have done so on her behalf.
We are also apparently, post-capitalist and May Day is not worthy of recalling the fact that labour classes in Pakistan have been under vicious attacks over just the past few months. The renewed uprising of Okara peasants, the Coolie protest against contractual exploitation and the targeted killing of polio workers are seemingly not opprobrious to ‘keynote British values’, one supposes. But are they not socialist nor feminist causes? What does it mean to have a session on conflict exceptionalising ‘Karachi as a Woman’?  

            There is a tendency to justify discomforting facts. We hear the usual mealy-mouthed excuses that it doesn’t matter what the venue of the event, nor how many men speaking, nor who is funding the initiative. The plea that young people come to such events is border-line orientalist when you consider that young people are everywhere - from PTI dharnas, to the beaches, to the market places, and upmarket chai dhabas. Just the presence of the young is insufficient to raise consciousness and concern about public issues. Using such platforms, always well-funded, has helped depoliticise the youth, made them consumers of fast moving goods, dependent on donors to organise their little get-togethers. While the British Council celebrates the women of the world on the 1st of May, the absence of positioning or mentioning May Day and its relevance - not just for the working men, but also for the struggling women workers of Pakistan -and to which so many former progressives have bought in, is a reflection of how progressive politics in Pakistan has changed.

           These justifications of donor funded public causes, and perhaps even the revolution itself, wouldn’t be so absurd if the participating activists and organisations hadn’t made careers out of the alternative identity badges they wear and, if they didn’t despair with such arrogance over the fledgling left and compromised liberals and apolitical privileged elite. The slippage between the typed words of fury on Facebook, crude sloganeering over Twitter, and real-time activity is definitive of the progressive politics that they subscribe to. There is no longer any need to prioritise the workers of the world, or to participate collectively for the rights of the oppressed– an individual thesis, film or Tweet about injustice ought to do its job adequately.

            Over the last few months, a group of progressive academics and scholars have initiated an attempt to start a dialogue amongst themselves as well as amongst a wider constituency. It includes Leftists, feminists and others concerned about progressive causes and politics. The focus is to revive the nature of debate in the public sphere and re-evaluate the trivialisation of key issues ranging from secularisation, militarisation, democratisation, NGOs and social change. At a time when several former comrades participate in corporate-sponsored events reducing the significance of May Day, a new generation of young activists is emerging, participating in political causes, showing solidarity with the Okara peasants, with women workers and by strengthening newly-rejuvenated Left political parties. They are finally questioning the depoliticisation of twenty years of the NGOisation of Pakistan and the finer rules of engagement with the state, the national question, politics of the domestic and how to revive the Left. All this political activity is just that: political, unfunded and unsponsored by donors or the corporate set, out-of-pocket contributions by the cadre themselves. This is a miniscule attempt in starting to talk about, and within, the Left and amongst progressives of varying shades.

            The comrades at corporate events tend to defend their interventions as purposeful. But in fact, the history of NGOs is also littered with similar good intentions, which simply ended up diluting radical politics and making paid activism a virtue. It is worse to dance at both weddings and pretend there is no conflict of interest. The corporatisation of politics is simply a new dimension of depoliticisation and to pretend that it is a level playing field where awareness is being raised and politics being spread is to dupe oneself and in this case, an injustice to the cause of workers and women itself.


Afiya S. Zia is a feminist research-scholar and activist based in Karachi. She is the author of ‘Sex Crime in the Islamic Context’, 1994 (ASR, Lahore) and a very vocal critic of the partnership between Pakistani Secular Feminist Activists and International Development Organisations. Afiya has edited a series of books, authored several essays in recent publications and contributed to scholarly journals. Her research interests include the interplay of Islam and secularism in Muslim contexts, violence against women and the women health workers’ movement in Pakistan. 



S Akbar Zaidi is Professor of Middle Eastern, South Asian and African Studies and of International and Public Affairs. His research focuses on development, governance, and political economy in South Asia.

Zaidi has taught economics at the University of Karachi. He was a visiting scholar at the University of Oxford, a research fellow at the University of Pennsylvania’s Institute for the Advanced Study of India in New Delhi and a visiting professor at Columbia. Over the years Zaidi has authored books and innumerable articles for newspapers and journals. 













Wednesday, October 14, 2015

دو سال پرانا ایک خط








Sep 11, 2013 

عثمان بھائی آداب،

email address  دینے کا بہت بہت شکریہ. گو مجھے اندیشہ ہے کہ میرے ساتھ  مذھب اور پیغمبر کے موضوع پر گفتگو لا حاصل ہو گی. ذاتی طور پر میں اس بحث سے کم و بیش بیس سال قبل آزاد ہو چکی ہوں. بیس سال قبل میں نے پہلی مرتبہ قران کا ترجمہ پڑھا. مشکل کام ہے کیونکہ ربط نہیں ہے. آج بھی حیرت زدہ ہوں کہ سورۂ النساء کے بعد بھی کیوں پڑھتی چلی گئی؟  پھر تفسیر و تفہیم پر مغز ماری کی اور اللہ بھلا کرے مولانا مودودی کا کہ سورۂ البقرۂ کی تفہیم پڑھنے کے بعد مزید سمجھنے کی ضرورت نہ رہی، یعنی یہ امر مکمل واضح ہو گیا کہ یہ کتاب اور اس سے پہلے آنے والی کتب، (جنکا تعلق ایک مخصوص شجرہ نسل سے ہے) تمام تر کا اہتمام سیاسی و سماجی قوت کے استحکام کی بنیادوں پر کیا گیا. ترجمہ اور تفسیر و تفہیم سے قلب و ذہن پر جو بوجھ پڑا اسے جھٹکنے کے لیۓ ضروری تھا کہ معروضی حقائق کی کھوج کی جاۓ سو تاریخ پڑھنی شروع کی. اور اب حالت یہ ہے کہ روحانیت کے حوالے سے مذاھب اور پیغمبران مشترکہ طور پر بےمعنی اور لایعنی ہو چکے ہیں.

 علم میں قدرت نے بہت تکلیف رکھی ہے. دل بار بار کڑھتا ہے. لوگوں کی لاعلمی پہ اور اسکی بدولت بےبسی پہ. پہلے غصہ کرتی تھی لیکن اب نہیں کرتی. مذھب کے پیروکاروں میں ننانوے فیصد وہ ہیں جو پیدائشی مسلمان، ہندو، یہودی اور عیسائی ہیں. سوچتی ہوں اگر یہ سب ان مذاھب کے ساتھ جڑی کتابیں پڑھ کر مذھب چنتے تو نہ مسلمان ہوتے، نہ یہودی اور نہ عیسائی. خاص کر عیسایت تو کب کی طاق پہ دھری جا چکی ہوتی. اور ہندومت بھی. اسلام اور یہودیت کا مسئلہ مختلف ہے کیونکہ ان پر آج بھی مذہبی سیاستدانوں کا راج ہے.

سو یہ ہے صورتحال. تاریخ چاہے ایک طرف سے کھولیں یا دوسری طرف سے، مذھب، پیغمبر اور الہامی کتب کا پول بہت سادگی سے اور پورا کا پورا کھلتا ہے.

میں تو کہتی ہوں دفع کریں عثمان بھائی، اس بحث میں کچھ نہیں رکھا
پچاس سال عمر ہونے کو آئی ہے. اب تو بس یہ افسوس رہ گیا ہے کہ انسانی ذہن کی انتہائی خوبصورت ایجاد یعنی خدا کے  تصور کو اپنی اپنی دکان چمکانے کے لئے کس کس طرح چیرا پھاڑا جا رہا ہے. وہ ایک خیال جو قبل از تاریخ اور قبل از تھذیب، غاروں میں رہنے والے انسان کی ذہنی نفاست کی پہلی دلیل تھا اور اسکے اشرف المخلوقات ہونے کا ثبوت تھا، اب اسی انسان سے چھن چکا ہے اور اس سے جڑی تمام تر تجریدیت حلال، حرام، گناہ، ثواب، جنت، جہنم وغیرہ کا روپ دھار چکی ہے. اب تو لازم ہے کہ اس خیال سے ہم آہنگی کے لئے پہلے کسی پیغمبر اور اسکے ایجاد کردہ مذھب پر ایمان لایا جاۓ اور اپنی شناخت کے حوالوں میں اسکا حلفیہ بیان ہو.  پتہ نہیں پڑہے لکھے مسلمان یہ سوال کب اٹھائیں گے کہ عثمان نے علی کا قران کیوں قبول نہیں کیا؟ زید ابن ثابت کی یاداشت سے حفصہ، ام سلمیٰ اور عائشہ کے ہونٹوں تک آتے آتے بات کیا سے کیا ہوئی اور پھر  تین سو سال پر محیط اعراب، تشکیل و تکمیل کے عمل کی دوران کتنے الفاظ  "اُمّہ" سے "اِمّہ" ہو کر رہ گئے؟ 
بیگم کی خدمت میں سلام
ناچیز
صالحہ.

Friday, January 2, 2015

Happy New Year... & A Hundred and Thirty Four

                       


     I’m in Lahore. It is bitterly cold, dense fog sets in every night, M2 gets shut down almost every day because of zero visibility and planes often turn back or change course because the pilot cannot see the runway; in other words, Lahore is what Lahore always is at this time of the year. Corn kernels roasted in a mixture of hot sand and salt in woks fitted over small carts with wood burning stoves. Sweet potatoes placed in a circle over hot coals peeled and served over newspaper with lavish squeezes of sour orange and sprinkling of chaat masala; Lahore is what Lahore is at this time of the year. Fish, dipped in spicy chickpea batter floats frying in pools of hot oil in huge cast iron woks and fish reflecting the red of cayenne lays flat to slow cook over gigantic skillets; Lahore is what Lahore is at this time of the year. Boiled eggs are sold at street corners with pinches of salt twisted in little strips of newspaper, and Kashmiri chai is preferred over the regular chai at parties; Lahore is what Lahore is at this time of the Year. And last but not least, the small Ali Auditorium, jam packed by 6:00 pm on the 31st of December for Naveed Riaz to open for the traditional literary recital by Zia Mohyeddin… Lahore is what Lahore is.
     But somethings have been off. For example, after I landed on the 15th of December, the very next day seven men climbed over the walls of a boys school in Peshawar and killed a hundred and thirty four children while raising slogans of 'Allah'o' Akbar' and chanting verses from a book called 'Koran'. Just minutes after this devastatingly pernicious assault, all media went abuzz with expressions of horror, alarm, panic, anguish, grief and mourning... each sentiment heavily underlined with verses from the same Koran, and mention of the same Allah. 

     In the following days vigils were held, eulogies were given, and  Korans were read from cover to cover. Whether it was the attacker or the victim, the mourner or the onlooker, the TV show anchor or the Facebook user, Allah and the Koran were the common denominator. To detect such a strong bond between the aggressor and the aggrieved was, disturbing. 

     Then there were those who started coming back to normal by resuming regular postings on Facebook about luncheons with friends and bad commute to work. And there were those who thought it was too soon to move on. My friend cut down two pre-wedding parties (out of four) she had planned for celebrating her daughter’s nuptials while my brother in law decided to add one for his son’s marriage. My friend punctuated her action with little hushed sentences asking Allah for his/her forgiveness; my brother in law punctuated his with loud declarations of gratefulness to the same Allah… and of course, in each case, there were embellishing verses from the Koran. 
     In this backdrop literature recital by Zia Mohyeddin seemed to be the straightest path to normalcy… and it wasn't! For the first time in the history of this event the doors did not close at 6:00 pm, the lights did not dim at 6:05, Nveed Riaz was not holier than though in auditorium etiquette, and Zia Mohyeddin made two common mistakes within the first minute. He made many more through the entire one hour and twenty minutes length of the show and I wanted to jot down each one of them but then he began reading Parsoon Joshi’s tribute to the fallen kids of Peshawar.

When youth becomes suspicious of your lap 
and when life becomes reluctant to leave the womb
know that something is wrong

When flowers are stabbed with swords
And fear takes over child like glances
Know that something is wrong
When morning dew is caught 
not on the palms of hands 
but on the edge of a weapon  
And tiny feet have to tread over fire
Know that something is wrong
When giggles seem scared
and baby talks cannot be heard
Know that something is wrong
Not just ‘something’ but a lot is wrong
Because Gods should have sobbed
It should have rained tears everywhere
And humanity should have hung its head in shame….. 

     By this point I wanted to throw up! It is a well written poem; a bit contrived but well written nevertheless, and Zia Mohyeddin’s rendition was tuned to the emotion, but I still very much wanted to throw up! Because, for me, when reactions to mass killing of children so cautiously beat about the bush, then not something but everything is wrong.
  • When humans act like animals by reacting only when danger feels too near to home threatening the off-springs, then everything is wrong.
  • When those who can read follow blind faiths, then everything is wrong.
  • When fear of the unknown stops you from standing up against clear and present danger, then everything is wrong.
  • When decisions are dictated by religious and ethnic fraternity instead of human bonds then everything is wrong.
  • When writings in ‘holy’ books become more important than the writing on the wall, then everything is wrong.
  • When price tags take precedent over prices we pay, then everything is wrong. 
  • When nobody sees anything wrong with accumulation of wealth, then  everything is wrong.
     With global literacy rate at 84% and e communication covering 1/3 of the world, if one hundred and thirty four slain children get tepid responses like display pic blackouts and a sweet poem, then everything is wrong. 
     You, the 84% of this world, spare me the political correctness of being sensitive towards peoples’ beliefs. Spare me ‘feeling’ of remorse. Spare me the criticism on how to grieve. In fact, spare me the grief; you don’t have the right because you brought it on. You are the culprit. You made a choice when you refused to investigate theology. You made a choice when you refused to read the scripture you follow. You made a choice when you refused to present new ‘thought’ instead of new ‘interpretation’.

     The fact is that you are scared shitless of coming across as ‘wrong’ or ‘odd’ or ‘defiant’. You tremble at being the social outcast and you buckle at the idea of being the rebel... how sweet that you sway with the chants on 'change' when the mere idea of being different baffles you.


     So spare me the 'oh so sensitive' poems, and the vigils, and the candles, and the 'ghaibanah namaaz-e-janazas', because the fact is that none of this qualifies as a 'statement' at this moment. This is the moment which demands the truth, and if you care to explore and investigate then the truth is that God himself is tired of being traded around by religion and probably is very ashamed of creating you.