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Traces of Absence

An exhibition of photographs by Shahidul Alam

There is a wall running along a street. The writing on it is fragmented and cannot quite be made sense of. The image was taken in the middle of the night and a yellow glare was allowed to invade the site, as the wall slipped away at an angle. A shadowy presence barely registered on the shot. This urban setting, one is tempted to say, could be nothing but the scene of a crime. The sinister, uneasy beauty of this work by Shahidul Alam informs other images that are part of his new series, again and again. Others are eerie, otherworldly; and others still, seem familiar yet are anguished, as if the common ground for existence was being subtracted from the picture altogether.

Photography is usually taken at face value and recognized as the construction of a factual world, and celebrated as such, for facts possess a no-nonsense value – or so we would like to believe – that will hopefully help us to get things crystal-clear in the mind. The printed image is envisaged and expected, by the many who support this view, to be self-evident, and self-explanatory, too.

To transform photography into the art of tracing an absence is not a method that is self-evident, and yet a case can be made for it: the print, which is an image on its physical support, is one more object added to the world and is often made to stand for what once was, never to be fixed or grasped in the same manner again. But in the images of this series, what is it we are missing that fills us with anxiety of some kind or another? When acutely perceived, an absence stops us in our speech, it wracks and unnerves us; it unsettles the mind. Absence, as a matter of fact, can be identified, can be lingered on and felt, but cannot be quantified and any attempts at giving a qualified description of the feelings involved are bound to fail.

Whatever one is led to believe should be expected of contemporary photographic work in the documentary mode, this series challenges starkly. Artificial lighting has been used throughout and its effect is not just strange but painful. The series offers no narrative to behold but the images hold together, perhaps because their author finds different ways to remind us that we will not find a place to rest our heads in them. These are nocturnal viewings in a sleepless night.

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… for the missing

March 12th, 2010 | No Comments | Posted in Media issues, People, human rights, media

From Groundviews

By Gypsy Bohemia

A solitary lamp perched on a desk top lights a room. A man scribbles feverishly on paper, hunched over the light as if he’s jealously guarding what little he has. His desk is cluttered with cartoons and drawings – some of a President, others of two small children. He holds down his paper with one hand and writes with the other, so violently that other loose papers and articles shuffle with his movements.

He is breathing hard, as if he’s run to his desk from sleep, taken by wild inspiration. He has forgotten to switch on the fan, and the heat of that December night hangs in the air, thickening like spoiling milk. Small explosions of sweat begin to burst from the pores of his forehead, drip darkly onto his fast-moving hand, and trickle onto the paper, blotting the ink. This frustrates him but he doesn’t stop to soak up the liquid, just writes on, faster.

His wife lies in bed in the next room. She is awake, some inexplicable worry vaulting the sleep away from her eyes whenever it threatens to close them. She watches the empty space next to her, willing her husband to come back to bed but knows he won’t. She wonders what he felt the need to write about in the middle of the night, leaping out of bed as if possessed. She was afraid he’d knock something over in the dark and wake the children, but that walk from bedroom to desk is so familiar that he doesn’t.

It is only when he feels that familiar cramping in his fingers that he pauses. He looks around the room, fighting to make out familiar shapes in the blackness outside his little circle of light. His house is modest and unadorned for the most part – the only exceptions are the sketches of his children that he has been drawing since they were born. Some have been framed; others lie strewn around the house – on bits of furniture, stuffed carelessly into vases by the children, folded within the pockets of well-worn wallets, dog-eared between the pages of story books.

He wiggles his fingers to give them a stretch and picks up one of the drawings on his desk. His little boy is growing up quickly and sometimes he feels like he’s missing it, so caught up is he in his work. Sometimes he sees print in his sleep. Sometimes he finds himself talking to his little ones about his work and has to stop mid-sentence, realizing they don’t understand most of what he’s saying. He shoots a guilty glance in the direction of his bedroom, knowing he woke his wife in his mad midnight rush to get to his desk. She worries for him, he knows. He doesn’t take enough time to relieve her of those worries, to comfort her. He resolves to, as soon as he finishes this article.

After this brief pause, he goes back to his article, crossing and re-crossing the lines, scribbling out careless mistakes, cursing his own pen which writes far slower than the thoughts run in his head. He longs for the computer at his office but knows it is too late to go there now and besides, to leave now would be to disrupt the flow of his writing. The flow in tonight’s case is a torrential storm of words, figures and damning evidence.

His wife gives up a losing battle and comes to the doorway of the bedroom, which is always open – just in case. She leans against the frame, appreciating the cool wood against her hot skin, and watches her husband as he works. She knows every telltale movement of his obsessive inspiration so well. Watching him from behind, he looks the same as he did when they first married. He would stop every now and then to shuffle through printed sheets of information and look up to stare unseeingly at some point on the wall, piecing parts of it together in his head. His back would periodically straighten and then fall into that characteristic hunch every time he was struck by something new that he simply had to write down. Even through the dull ache of worry in her stomach, she can’t help but smile.

She knows the value of what he does, but it isn’t the easiest thing to live with. The warnings, the childrens’ questions, her own engulfing fear. When they came with ropes and iron rods to take him away she expected that fear to kill her on the spot. It stuck in her throat and seemed to expand outwards, threatening to burst vocal chords already strained with soundless screams. There was an awful moment before he was dragged away, when she looked from her husband’s eyes, smoldering with helpless anger, to the terrified ones of her children. Seconds later, she caught sight of her own in a mirror and saw only naked panic. 4 pairs of eyes, a thousand different emotions. Darting urgently from one to the other, trying to comprehend, trying to rebel, trying to say goodbye. Moments later, he was gone and they were alone.

When he came back, she couldn’t believe it. She wildly kissed each purpling eye, each ugly bruise and held him tightly against her, not caring even as he cried out in pain when her arms circled sensitive, injured skin. She tried to make him swear never to put himself in danger again. For her. For their children. He refused. The truth is more important, he kept insisting, and his eyes suddenly became distant and withdrawn and she knew he was already thinking of something to write. At that moment she felt a mixture of searing frustration and aching love so strong, she almost choked.

Today, as she watches him write, she feels a similar emotion. She looks down the hall to her children’s shared room, listening in the stillness for any indication that they’re awake. Her little girl has been having nightmares of late. She never says what they’re about, but insists on crawling into bed with them for the rest of the night. She only falls asleep when her head is nestled safely against her father’s chest.

He’s been writing so hard and so long, he doesn’t notice she is standing behind him. Suddenly though, in a rare lapse of concentration, he feels the pressure of her stare on his back and the weight of her worry cloaking his skin – another layer of heat on an already hot night. He turns around and looks for her in the darkness, finding her barely visible in the shadows of their bedroom doorway.

“Come to bed” she says quietly and her eyes linger on him for a moment or two before she turns to go back inside.

He looks at his unfinished article for a moment, hesitating. Then he wonders how many times he will get to hold her after this article comes out. He lives under no illusions – they came before. They will come again.

He puts down his pen as if putting down a heavy weight. The truth can wait for a few hours, he thinks. The truth can wait until morning.

He gets up, switches off the lamp, and as the room dissolves into darkness around him, walks that familiar path back to bed.

Authors note: Journalist and cartoonist Prageeth Ekneligoda went missing on the 24th of December, days after writing several critical articles regarding election malpractices by the Government. He remains missing to this day. Like him, hordes of journalists have been arrested, abducted, jailed, tortured and murdered for reporting the truth and expressing dissenting views. Some have been returned to their families. Others, like Ekaneligoda, have simply vanished without a trace, leaving their families with the horror of not knowing whether to hope or grieve.

These attacks are not simply hits against the media. They are a direct violation of our rights: the right to know the truth of what is out there, the right to ask questions of those who should answer to us, and the right to simply have a different point of view.

For every voice that is silenced, more must shoulder their burden, wear their courage and take their place to end this cycle of insidious violence. This is my tribute, for The Missing.

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Leaning on Friendly Nations

“You speak good Chinese”, said Qian Kaifu, Cultural Councellor of the Embassy of the People’s Republic of China in Bangladesh. A soft-spoken elderly gentleman. Standing beside him was a quiet, smartly dressed woman, Cao Yanhua the Cultural Attache, who passed him a bag. “We’ve brought some presents for you.” The 2010 calendar would be useful, but a silk tie was probably not the most appropriate gift for me. The tea was not so unreasonable. How were they to know I was not a tea drinker?

Irfan knew the meeting with Free Voice, regarding the media academy was very important and wouldn’t normally have disturbed me. So when Mr. Kaifu, instead of showing interest in our sole Chinese member Jessica Lim in the library, insisted that we find a quiet place to talk, I realized it was more than a courtesy call.

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He got straight to the point. “We would like you to cancel the Tibet exhibition” he said. Reminding me that Tibet was a part of China, he went on to explain how the Bangladesh China relationship would be affected if the show went on. He also spoke of the many things we could do together, the exhibitions we could bring. About how such a famous organisation like Drik would find many partners in China. It seemed churlish to remind him that my recent application for a visa when I was to judge the TOPS photojournalism contest in China, had been rejected.

As politely as I could, I reminded Mr. Kaifu that ours was an independent gallery. I asked him how he felt he had the right to tell us, what we could show. I invited him to the show and assured him that he would be free to present his own opinion at the opening. We would be happy to show a Chinese exhibition, if the quality was right. He wanted to see the gallery and a colleague showed him around as I went back to the meeting.

I was reminded of the time when the director of the British Council in Dhaka had demanded that we take down Roshini Kempadoo’s exhibition, the European Currency Unfolds, as he felt it showed Britain in a bad light. Of the midnight call by the minister, on the eve of the first Chobi Mela, when he felt ‘certain’ images that didn’t support the official version of the war of 1971, should be taken down from the National Museum walls. Of the fact that the Alliance Francaise, had backed out of their sponsorship of my show criticising general Ershad’s rule. Of how every major gallery, including the ‘progressive’ Art College gallery had refused to show the work. Of the civil society protest against the government, when they had used the military to round up opposition activists, that had taken place in our gallery. Of why we needed a gallery of our own.

On that last occasion, people with knives, under military protection, had attacked me in the street the following day. I had no illusions about the implications of our action, but this small organisation was going to hold its ground. We had relocated from the National Museum, and put up the 1971 show at Drik instead. Despite the threats, our curatorial freedom is something we have staunchly protected, every time.

It was evening before the phone call from the ministry of culture came in. “China was a friend, you mustn’t show pictures of Dalai Lama” the high ranking official went on. “No no we are not talking of censorship, but…” This was followed by some artist who spoke as if he was a friend. I couldn’t place either of the callers, though I could place the ministry official by his rank. I could see it was to be a multi-pronged attack.

I was in a meeting with two Korean professors that Gitiara Nasreen, the chairperson of the Department of Journalism and Mass Communication,  Dhaka university had brought over to Drik when Hasanul Huq Inu MP, the president of JSD (Jatiya Samajtantrik Dal) called. He reminded me of how supportive Bangladesh was of the “One China Policy”, the implications that holding the exhibition would have for the nation.

The next visitors from Special Branch were perhaps to be expected. Speeding up the staff meeting in the studio, I went down to try and handle this next ‘situation’. Mr. Khairul Kabir did most of the talking while Mr. Palash nodded from the side. They wanted details of the organisers. I asked for an official request. It wasn’t simply my concern for the organisers, I also wanted to test out the ground rules. “Khamakha jotil kore phelchen” (you are making it unnecessarily complicated) was his veiled threat. I was familiar with this language, but decided to hold my ground. A few calls to ‘higher ups’ followed, made more for me to hear than anyone else. “He is not being cooperative… Yes he is here… I have explained the gravity of the situation… We have done nothing else yet…” went the conversation.

The responses to the text messages I had been sending out in between began to come in. “Would you like some tea?” I offered. Mr. Kabir’s smile was not as sweet as mine as he declined. A lawyer friend’s response was heartening. I was within my rights to refuse to provide information until an official request had been made. I knew such technicalities might not help if the situation became more awkward, and decided to send out a twitter alert, just in case. A few more calls followed, to more ‘higher ups’ and the pair walked out to make more calls. That gave me the opportunity to call my lawyer friend and to mobilise more support. Just in case.

Police personnel visit the exhibition about Tibet at Drik gallerMohammad Enamul Huq of the Special Branch, inspecting the show on Tibet, at Drik Gallery. © Shehab Uddin/Drik/Majority World

The Special Branch do like me. They came to visit again. Initially it was Mohammad Enamul Haq the Chief of City Special Branch Dhanmondi Zone. He had been sent by SS Additional IG. Shah Alam Officer in Charge Dhanmondi Thana, joined us later. The initial cordial conversation, turned sharp when I ref

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used to divulge the contact details of the organizers. They reminded me of how it would become difficult for Drik to operate in the future if we didn’t take the side of the government. I reminded them that I was siding with the law. That the law applied to the police, was an unknown concept to Shah Alam.

“The show has to be stopped” were his passing words, along with a terse instruction to pass on this message to the organizers. As we wait for the opening later this afternoon, I am unsure of where the next call is going to come from.  Reports are coming in of the Bangladesh police preventing a journalist from filing torture allegations against paramilitary soldiers, I wonder what the implications are for Drik in the days to come. After 25 years of working to promote photography in Bangladesh, it is interesting to find the government suddenly taking an interest!

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To Print Or Not To Print

A bitter controversy arose from the distribution of the following photograph by Associated Press, of a dying US marine in Afghanistan. Shahidul Alam of Drik and other leading Asian journalists were interviewed by Lynette Corporal of Asia Media Forum. The interview in its original form is given below.
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Lance Cpl. Joshua “Bernie” Bernard, 21, lying on the ground with severe leg injuries after being struck by a grenade in an ambush on Aug. 14, his fellow Marines tending to him. Bernard later died of his wounds. Afghanistan © Julie Jacobson/AP

LC: One of the oft-debated topics around is whether to publish or not images of death and suffering of people in conflict areas. As a photographer, what is the most important for you: to show the world the real score, the gritty reality of war or hunger or sickness or respect the privacy of individuals by refraining from showing such graphic photos. Or is there  a way to do both?

You have been involved in such dilemmas before and were faced with painful choices, how did you resolve that?

SA: From an ethical perspective, the primary question is whether publishing a picture is in the public interest. The ‘public’ is not a monolithic unit and many things that may be considered to be of public interest will not be in the interest of some members of the public. In this case there are many interests to consider. The people at the receiving end of the war, the world at large, the weapons industry, the politicians, the US public, the soldiers and very importantly, the family of the deceased. The family clearly did find the publication of the picture distressing. I am sure the family found the death of their kin far more distressing. I am surprised that Mr. Gates who feels that AP should consider the feelings of the family when deciding to publish the picture (incidentally, AP did not publish the picture, but made it available for publication), was not himself, prepared to respect the feelings of the family when the war machinery he represents, decided to send the soldier to his death. It is precisely the ‘judgment and common decency’ of this war cabinet, that is being questioned here. When one considers the agony that the war continues to cause the many other stakeholders then surely reporting accurately on an issue of major importance cannot be shied away from. Hopefully, the publication of pictures like these will play a role in reducing the possibility of other families of other soldiers going through similar pain.

There is also the implication that the word ethics stands alone, unaffected by the political space it is surrounded by. Donald Rumsfeld’s concern after the Abu Ghraib photographs were revealed, were more about the distribution of these photographs than about the incidents they revealed. His concern being people “passing them off, against the law, to the media”. The recent distribution, on a much wider scale, of the far more disturbing image in the video of the dying woman in Tehran, led to no similar outcry of insensitive distribution, no concerted demand to take down the images from youtube. Rather there were tributes to the dying woman.

The offender in that instance was the much vilified ruling party in Iran, and hence it was the condemnation it brought, and not the ethics of the display, that was the news. There have been attempts to restrict the display of gory images of non-Americans too, as in Kenneth Jarecke’s image of the charred Iraqi soldier.

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On that occasion, it was not the disrespect to the dead soldier that was the issue, but that the image damaged the spin of that time, that the ‘clinical’ attack avoided ‘collateral damage’. Images of the dying in Gaza, distributed by all who could get their hands on them, led to no concern of being insensitive. The nation that protested to Japan in 1938, about its bombing of China saying “The bombing of non-combatant populations violated international and humanitarian laws.” seems to have few problems bombing civilians itself.

We are witnesses of our time, our job is to record accurately, and fairly. The value of a photograph is not static and changes with time and circumstances. To decide not to photograph is to exercise an editorial viewpoint that a person cannot possibly make under pressure, often facing personal harm, especially when the failure to take that photograph might result in that moment being lost to humanity forever. The witness is not the judge, and there will be many judges in many different courts, for many years to come. What one has to remember is to be respectful of the people being represented. This gives rise to another issue. The degree of respect seems to vary depending upon who is being represented. I repeatedly see gory images of majority world peoples being plastered all over magazine and newspaper pages, especially when it is a case of ‘what they do to each other’. The depiction of our savagery is common fodder for world media. Savagery is to be scorned regardless of who the savage is. It is in times like these I am reminded that some lives are more equal than others.

When faced with difficult choices, there are no easy answers. No textbook of ethics can make your decisions for you. I use the only mechanism I know, by asking myself if I would have been comfortable being subjected to the same treatment. It is a technique I use not only as a photographer, but in life itself. I must however admit, sometimes I take the picture even when I am not sure of the answer, if I feel it is a picture I must record for posterity.

LC: In your opinion, how do journalists and photojournalists in the region in general handle the ethical issues of a conflict situation, for instance? If there’s one thing that needs to be improved as far as ethical values of journalists in the region about reporting conflict and other sufferings are concerned, what would it be?

SA: Sadly, majority world journalists and photojournalists, have not generally, demonstrated high ethical standards in their reporting. This is partly due to poor training. Few media organizations, even highly profitable ones, invest in developing the skills of their personnel. In photojournalism it is also attributable to photography being treated with disdain, where the hierarchy of a newsroom places the news editor (who often has little knowledge of photography) at the top and the photographer at the bottom. As such, the photographer rarely has a say in how her photographs are used. For many, this leads to a lack of self-respect. A photographer who does not take pride in her profession is unlikely to subject herself to high standards of any kind. Journalistic rigour, technical, aesthetic and ethical, has to be inculcated at all levels of reporting. In the case of photojournalists the general practice of photographs not being credited also plays a role. When a photographer does not have to take ultimate responsibility for her work, identified through her credit line, she is far less likely to be concerned about her credibility.

Responsible reporting requires time, persistence and sensitivity. While speed is king and bottom lines rule, accountants see this in terms of increased costs as opposed to better reporting. This will only change when there is a major culture shift from higher profitability to better reporting. Profit and better reporting are not mutually exclusive terms and better reporting would often, in the long run, lead to greater profitability. It would certainly lead to greater impact. Sadly, few newsrooms take this long-term view. In the end the reader has to play her role by going for publications that have high journalistic standards. Only then will the newsroom respond.

LC:  From the Asian media’s perspective, would you as a photojournalist do the same as what the people at AP did — publish the photo in the interest of truth, no matter how painful it may be?

SA: Every time. I would print it well, with full credit and engage in the ensuing debate. (see point above about AP not publishing the picture but making it available for publication).

17th September 2009. Dhaka.

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20 Years of Drik

September 5th, 2009 | 5 Comments | Posted in Bangladesh, Photography, World, media

Twenty years.

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How does one articulate a history spanning two decades in a few lines? The truth is, you can’t. Which is why we are sharing with you some of our proudest moments in the best way we know how – with images.

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This exhibition is not about the number of years that have passed, but the milestones achieved and the battles won. It is about the new paths we have forged from the unlikely location of Dhaka, the capital city of Bangladesh.

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While we try to show cherished snippets of our past, there are others that we have to keep in our memory. The people who have helped us, the mistakes we made, the things we had to believe in with all our heart – these things are more challenging to visualise, but just as important.

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Drik was set up to be a platform for voices from the majority world, and on this special occasion, we are proud to introduce the first in the Golam Kasem Daddy Lecture Series.

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For some, it could seem like an eternity. For us, this is just the beginning.

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For the government, by the government

March 25th, 2009 | No Comments | Posted in Bangladesh, Media issues, governance, media

My assistant Irfan just informed me that my permanent accreditation as a journalist was not being given, as I had asked awkward questions to the adviser during the Musee Guimet affair, The assumption that a journalist’s job is to ask ’safe questions’ is a stark reminder of the perceived role of journalists by govenrments. The following piece was written exactly seventeen years ago. This ironic reminder of ‘consistency’ in certain sectors is worrying. We had worried about possible repercussions and had discussed strategies had we come under attack. As it turned out, the letter, published in leading newspapers, was simply ignored. They have other ways of controlling us.

An open letter to the honourable
Prime Minister
The People’s Republic of
Bangladesh

Dear Prime Minister,

As a citizen of a nation with a democratically elected parliament, I write with some concern my feelings regarding the appropriation of Bangladesh Television by the government. A media which is paid for and rightfully belongs to the people.

After the fall of the Ershad regime one had expected to see a change in the traditional propaganda that had been passed as news. Last night’s news was a blatant and sad reminder that nothing had changed.

What happened at Suhrwardy Uddayan on the 26th of March 1992, might not have been in the interest of the ruling party. There may be a debate over the validity of the trial, but it is surely impossible to deny that probably the largest public gathering since 1972 had taken place. For a democratically elected government it is shamefully hypocritical to deny that the people had made a statement.

The news last night mentioned the parade in the morning, a small march past in Ghazipur, violence in distant lands, even the man of the match in a game of cricket. Nowhere was there a reference to the fact that almost a million people had gathered that morning for a public trial of a war criminal.

At a time when we are trying past perpetrators for misappropriation of public funds, making people accountable, stealing the voice of an entire nation is a crime beyond redemption. Whatever we may call what television is showing today, it is certainly not “The Whole Truth”.

It is a trying time in our land. The problems are many and the resources slender. What we need most now is national unity. That can surely not be achieved by alienating the people, by withdrawing trust.

The national television is a valuable resource. It can teach, it can inform, it can entertain. Never was it intended to be used as a propaganda machine. It is a powerful medium, and through objective journalism can play a vital role in a nation struggling to rebuild. By shredding away the last vestiges of plausibility it has been reduced to a shameful mockery. Even the truth will now be questioned.

I believe that it is a time for reconstruction, and that the new government must be given a chance. I believe it is time to forget our differences and rally together to rebuild this land that so many have sacrificed for. For that to happen there must first be honesty, and a government of the people must never turn against the people. The government must establish its credibility. For people to believe, the truth must be spoken. Then only can there be a real dialogue.

For this nation to succeed we need a responsible government, a responsible opposition and a responsible citizen. Surely the government can lead by example.

This nation is in economic shambles, millions live below the poverty line, today hunger is our greatest enemy, yet we mark our day of independence with a vulgar, and quite meaningless show of military strength. We trade schools and hospitals for guns and bullets, guns that have too often in the past been turned against us. On our day of independence we forget to once mention the father of the nation, instead we celebrate the weapons that have nurtured autocrats.

The VIP’s from their exclusive seats watch their latest expensive toys, bought with the taxpayer’s money. While the national TV is turned into a home video set. It is true that there are members of the public who like watching the show, that there are little kids who wonder in amazement, but tell them prime minister, how many kilos of rice that aircraft is worth, how much was spent for your expensive seating, you know too well what they will choose.

There is still time, give back to the people what you have wrongfully taken. Let the truth be known, and in time the people will forgive you. Develop the trust that has been torn asunder and the people will rally with you. It is the people who brought you into power, do not turn their strength against you. Do not forget the harrowing nights in March ‘71. Do not forget the streets you walked in December ‘90. Do not forget the millions who walked with you.

This struggling nation expects a lot from its leader. It needs your strength, your courage, your sensitivity. Above all it needs your sincerity.

Do not disappoint us.

I wish you well.

Bangladesh Zindabad.

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BTV on Life Support

March 25th, 2009 | No Comments | Posted in Bangladesh, Media issues, governance, media

The following piece came out in July 5, 2008 in The New Age, and was republished in this blog.

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For those of us old enough to remember, December 1989 was a special month. The Bangladesh Television had turned 25, and to celebrate the silver jubilee, the BTV had chalked out a special schedule for the whole month, replaying an episode of most of their popular series that had been televised over the 25 years.

‘Mukhora Ramani Bashikaran’, ‘Sangsaptak’, ‘Apnar Daktar’, ‘Chaturanga’, ‘Triratna’, ‘Six Million Dollar Man’ were on air each day with people glued to their television, nostalgic parents sharing their youth with their children while the streets were simply barren.

You could not have caught every programme on air that month, and some wisecrack will have remarked ‘wait another 25 years till the BTV turns 50’ to go down memory lane once more.

Six years from now, in 2014, the BTV will turn 50. And yet, for obvious reasons, reminiscing about the golden years of the BTV does not hold much meaning anymore. Even if the BTV does come up with another month-long celebration, will we be watching? How many people will be watching the BTV regularly then? But most importantly, will the BTV be around then?

Much has changed since 1989. In 1992 satellite television entered the country and for the first time Bangladeshis were given a treat of being allowed to choose from a range of channels, 24-hour entertainment and channels specialising on different aspects. The month-long celebration looked benign in comparison.

By the turn of the century we had cable connection which allowed most of the houses in Dhaka and other major cities to access satellite TV. Ekushey Television for a few years also had access to terrestrial telecast rivalling the BTV’s reach across the country. Today, there are nine private Bangladeshi channels on satellite. Meanwhile, the BTV has lost its relevance to Bangladeshi viewers, at least in the big cities.

Till the 1990s, the BTV may have entertained viewers, held up national interest and culture, and introduced and promoted many young and talented artists, but it was generally the subject of much criticism.

From the very beginning the BTV has been under tight government control on the content of programmes, especially dictating the content of the news. Censorship has prevailed in most of the programmes, while one does not remember BTV telecasting a single news item that related information in opposition to the government in its first quarter century.

There were further allegations of corruption and nepotism. Artists were been drafted based on their connections to the government, to senior artists who appeared to be working at the BTV forever, or in exchange of underhand favours. There were further allegations of cheques being withdrawn without accountability. The BTV appeared only to answer to the government, in ensuring that nothing that affects the reputation of the government is telecast, and not to the viewers, its real owners through the payment of taxes, changing schedules or interrupting programmes, according to their whims and fantasies.

People had grown tired of following the head of state and ministers wherever they went through the BTV camera. People had grown tired of government propaganda, of being told to do through the BTV what the government thought was in their best interest. And, of course, especially during the military rule of HM Ershad, we had to bear those songs that were repeated over and over again, ‘apparently’ written by Mr Ershad himself.

Before the 1991 elections, the two leading political parties, the BNP and the Awami League, in their election manifesto, promised to give the Bangladesh Television complete autonomy, a popular demand since the beginning of the BTV and something that it exercised for a brief period from 1967 to 1971.

For the first five years, ‘autonomy’ did not see the light of day. In 1996, once again, the autonomy of the BTV fared strongly during the election campaigns, and while satellite television grew in strength to strength during this period, the BTV failed to earn its autonomy.

By 2001, while the political parties kept on promising, people had given up. The BTV would never change and they started looking elsewhere – in the fresh and growing private television channels.

It was not meant

to be this way

In 1963, when the first director general of the BTV envisioned a television station in Dacca, East Pakistan, people thought he was crazy. Dhaka then had two Chinese restaurants and the tallest building in town was the DIT Bhaban which was seven-storey tall.

And yet he persisted. A group of enthusiastic cultural personalities led by artist Mostafa Monowar and singer Kalim Sharafi set about setting up a studio, designing sets and developing programmes without no prior training or experience on how to work in television.

‘A steel re-rolling mill based in Narayanganj constructed the first tower by only reading the instructions from a manual,’ recalls Monowar, who still persists with the BTV in some form or the other after 44 years.

Led by their zeal to promote Bengali culture, the BTV was the first institution in the subcontinent that issued cheques in Bengali. The BTV logo which is retained even today was designed by Shilpachariya Zainul Abedin.

Then on December 25, 1964, people living within ten-mile radius of the DIT Bhaban became the first people in the subcontinent to watch television. Ferdousi Rahman sang ‘Oi je akash neel holo aaj shey shudhu tomar preme’ and the BTV had begun its journey.

During the years of live telecast the BTV was on air from six to nine in the evening. In a year, it was increased to five hours and then nine.

‘With two cameras in a 20-by-40-foot room which also had sets for news and presentation we were making dramas, serials, dance, music, debate, talk shows, news analysis, and children’s programmes and contests,’ recalls Monowar.

And they had to resort to many creative measures.

While a musician was singing about the sea, Monowar drew paintings of waves on a cardboard while two people held it from the sides. When the background had to be changed the camera would be held on the face of the artist while the assistants quickly replaced it. To give better lights, engineers would place themselves dangerously on an elevated position through the entire duration of a show. Elaborate sets for dramas would be prepared in the hour gap between programmes when an English series was on air.

‘Once, for a song sequence, I had to show a mob,’ says Monowar. ‘I lined up 12 people in the studio and first took a panned shot. Then as the camera closed in on three to four of them by moving forward, the rest of the people moved around and encircled the camera and the camera kept on rotating,’ he says.

‘For years, people could not figure how we fit in so many people at that small studio,’ Monowar breaks out in a laugh.

The 1970s was an era when the stars of Bangladeshi television emerged. Golam Mustafa became big with Mukhora Ramani Bashikaran, while Ferdousi Majumdar and Abdullah Al Mamun were the BTV’s first star pair. Dr Badruddoza Chowdhury and Abdullah Abu Sayeed introduced social awareness and ‘variety shows’ to television. Khan Ataur Rahman discovered talents that still survive today through ‘Esho gaan shikhi’.

Humayun Faridi, Afzal Hossain, Suborna Mustafa, Raisul Islam Asad, Al Mansur, Shampa Reza and Asaduzzaman Nur emerged from the theatre and took television by storm from mid-1970s till the late-1980s. Humayun Ahmed’s quartet of drama serials ‘Ei shob din raatri’, ‘Bahubrihi’, ‘Ayomoy’ and ‘Kothao keo nai’, which ran till the early 1990s, redefined the way television drama was to be written. Runa Laila, Shahnaz Rahmatullah and Sabina Yasmin were reaching new highs with patriotic and modern Bengali songs and Shamim Ara Nipa wrestled out everyone else to become the face of television dance.

‘The BTV was the only medium around through which you could reach to the largest audience,’ says Nasiruddin Yousuff, famed director of the stage and a producer with the BTV from 1979 to 1984. ‘The senior men in the BTV went scouting and whoever was doing well in theatre or music or dance was being recruited by the BTV,’ he recalls.

The BTV’s heydays continued till the early 1990s with yet another crop of talent in Bipasha Hayat, Toukir Ahmed, Azizul Hakim, Zahid Hasan, Shomi Kaiser and Afsana Mimi.

Since then, however, it has all gone downhill.

Today, the BTV looks tacky and gaudy– poor imitation of the sophisticated private television channels. Cardboard sets in loud, uncoordinated colours, untalented, and possibly rejected elsewhere, artists, and news, which till this day panders to the government in a boring, monotonous delivery.

What went wrong?

Since 1982, as one senior BTV official reveals, the BTV has not recruited a single full-time producer from the outside, as was the tradition and instead promoted assistant producers through the ranks.

‘Assistant producers are essentially people who do the leg work and not necessarily endowed with a creative faculty,’ says one senior executive of a private television channel formerly with the BTV.

He further claims that the BTV works completely under a government system where people are recruited directly from the Bangladesh Civil Service (information cadre) and payment is made at rates fixed by the government which are not at all competitive.

‘Out of the 35 director generals we have had till date only two to three of them were cultural personalities,’ says one former producer. ‘The rest have all come directly from government service.’

The current director general meanwhile is a temporary position titled ‘acting’ and is on additional duty. ‘Imagine, the person who heads the BTV today takes it as his secondary task,’ he says.

‘If you are promoted to a position in the BTV you hold on to that position for life until and unless you have been promoted or replaced because of political reasons,’ says a senior BTV official. ‘That way, we also do not get efficient people from the BCS cadre as their chances of promotion in other sectors of the government are much higher.’

The position of general manager in the BTV is of the same rank as a deputy secretary, though it takes about the same time to reach that position as it takes for another government official to become a secretary.

A dearth of creative producers and artists has left the BTV dry.

‘Before satellite television all artists, irrespective of remuneration, would come to the BTV as there were no other channels. Now they are made much more lucrative offers from the private channels,’ says the BTV official.

Furthermore, the equipment used by the BTV is very back-dated. ‘Most of the equipment we use has been bought in 1980. There has been small procurement since then, however, it cannot be utilised without a full overhaul of the system,’ says the BTV official. BTV, he informs, still relies on manual transmission while most other channels have moved on to digital.

‘It is also difficult to procure equipment under the government system. A single tender can take up to four months to complete. If the government is unhappy with the rates quoted we call in a new tender. By the end of two tenders a financial year ends and we have to start from the scratch again,’ he adds.

And yet, according to the BTV official, the BTV earns revenues in excess of Tk 30-40 crore every year which lands directly in the government coffers while the BTV is handed a fixed budget every year from the information ministry and is answerable to the ministry for every single expense and programme.

‘There must be a mechanism in which BTV can spend its own money and recruit its own people,’ he says.

A government mouthpiece

On December 25, 1964, on the first day of transmission, while Field Marshal Ayub Khan, the then president was inaugurating the BTV, a band of supporters of the opposition leader Fatima Jinnah surrounded the DIT Bhaban protesting against his presence.

The next day during the news telecast, the news of protest appeared after the news of inauguration, on the then Pakistan Television. The following day, officials of the PTV in East Pakistan received a letter from the headquarters instructing them to never again telecast the news of opposition and all news on television must correspond with what was being broadcast on Pakistan radio.

Since that day, the creative minds in the BTV have strayed clear of the news, though government interference did not end there.

Any song or drama by Rabindranath Tagore was strictly banned from television while one of the early stalwarts Kalim Sharafi was refused permission to go to training abroad because of his reputation as a Rabindra Sangeet singer.

After 1972, when most institutions were brought under state control, the newly-renamed BTV suffered a similar fate being inducted under a government recruitment, promotion and salary structure.

With the advent of military rule in the country the situation in the BTV worsened.

‘President Ziaur Rahman would spend many evenings at the BTV and though he was genuinely concerned, his presence did not bear good fruit all the time,’ says one former official. ‘The decision to promote assistant producers up the ranks was his.’

During the autocratic rule of President Ershad, the blatant interference of the then government is well-documented through his numerous songs and programmes and what not. Ershad would directly intervene with the recruitment and dismissal of artists and officials, favouring and neglecting them in his personal interest.

‘Ershad’s infamous tours abroad were he took his chosen artists are a shame to the artistic community of this country,’ says Monowar.

‘The institution of the BTV is a prime example of how artists have reduced themselves to subordinate mechanisms of politics and state,’ says Yousuff, who resigned from the BTV after being told to choose between his political activism and government job, by senior officials at the BTV.

After the restoration of democracy in 1991, with the promise of many changes, interference in the BTV never appears to have changed. In 1997, during the Awami League regime, the then information minister Abu Sayeed Chowdhury allegedly set up a room inside the BTV office with dubious intentions.

Sayeed vehemently denies any ill intentions but admits that the incident had grown out of proportions. ‘I had ordered that a room be set up where the ministers can wait if they have a scheduled programme as, otherwise, we would be sitting for hours at the director general’s room,’ he says. ‘The news about this room had reached the ears of the then prime minister Sheikh Hasina who in person went and visited the room.’

Today’s BTV, once again, is a flashback from the 1980s. There is blatant government propaganda- singer Momtaz and other talk shows asking us to have potatoes, blatant promotion- singer Hyder Husyn and others glorifying the armed forces, while the news camera follows Chief Adviser Dr Fakhruddin Ahmed like a shadow.

The question of autonomy

When asked about the question of autonomy a former producer with the BTV hands over a letter. It is a letter from BTV officials requesting him and other former senior officials to attend a meeting on June 28 to discuss the issue of autonomy of the Bangladesh Television.

‘I have been receiving this letter for the last ten years,’ he says.

From 1967 to 1971 the then Pakistan Television enjoyed a brief period of autonomy. From February 1971 to December, there was, however, a single platoon of Pakistan Army soldiers sitting at the BTV premises and dictating the programmes.

In the post-independence period, the BTV was brought under the mechanism of the state once more. However, the real demands for autonomy emerged during the rule of Ershad when blatant misuse of state-run television had reached a point of obscenity.

In 1997, the then government set up a special commission named ‘National Committee for Radio and Television’ headed by former secretary and cultural personality Asafuddowla, which also included eminent personalities such as Dr Anissuzzaman, Borhanuddin Khan Jahangir and Kalim Sharafi. They were also given the additional task of constituting an electronic media policy for the government to form a guideline to oversee private television channels.

After lengthy research, the committee recommended the formation of a five-member National Broadcasting Committee which would include an eminent educationist, a journalist and a senior cultural personality alongside the director generals of the BTV and the Bangladesh Radio, appointed by the prime minister directly, but who cannot be dismissed until the full completion of their term.

‘At one point we recommended that the committee will be only answerable to parliamentary committee on information and that the information ministry be abolished,’ says Asafuddowla.

This sent ripples down the spine of the government.

‘The parliamentary committee does not have enforcement powers and so we could not accept it,’ says Sayeed, the then minister. ‘We only wanted to retain the power to hire and dismiss the director general while every other function remains with the BTV.’

Then in 2001, after the four-party alliance rule came to power, the committee was reconstituted with serving government officials sitting in it. This time, for obvious reasons, the committee recommended that the government give limited autonomy and retain the power to hire and dismiss not only the director general but any official of the BTV.

During the tenure of current government a new proposal was constituted along with a media policy based on the recommendations of old committees and was handed over to the chief adviser, Fakhruddin Ahmed.

Once again, it was stalled after facing crticism from certain quarters for its association with the recommendations of the 2001 committee. Former information adviser Mainul Hosein says ‘I wanted to build on the same legal structure to make the intiative easy.’

‘No reform is perfect at once. I wanted to take to take the oppurtunity to break the barrier. Improvements become easier after that,’ he adds.

Asafuddowla, however, refutes the idea. ‘It is better to have no autonomy than a crappy one designed to get cheap popularity,’ he says.

The meeting held on June 28, essentially, has restarted the process from scratches.

‘We rejected the last proposal because it basically panders to government officials and was drafted by them,’ says Ramendu Majumder, who attended the meeting. ‘We recommended the formation of a new committee with cultural personalities in it,’ he says.

Most people, however, fear that the government may eventually never give the BTV autonomy, that resistance is coming not only from the government and that all this is simply eyewash.

‘BTV officials sit comfortably waiting on their pension and other benefits. There is no way they would want to give up the comfort and enter the competitive world against private channels,’ says a BTV official.

‘I also do not see how the government will give up on their most powerful mechanism of influencing public opinion since they own it and pay for it,’ he says.

‘What we can ask for is a little more independence in recruitment so that we can hire creative producers and independence in financial transactions so we can pay the artists competitive salaries.’

‘It appears that BTV official’s want financial autonomy more than creative autonomy because they want to get their hands on the immense potential to make money from TV,’ says Monowar.

Why we need a healthy BTV?

The NHK, the state-run television channel of Japan, is a soothing sight for sore eyes. ‘The presentations, the sets they use, the colours are understated yet brilliant,’ says Monowar. State-run televisions in Singapore, Malaysia and China are equally impressive. Meanwhile, the role of the British Broadcasting Corporation, the state-run TV of England, is known for unravelling the dubious role of the head of state, former prime minister Tony Blair, in the Iraq war.

‘It is not that a state TV has to be the most popular and attractive TV on air from a country,’ says Faridur Reza Sagar, a director of Channel i, formerly with the BTV. ‘A national television educates, inspires, informs, and promotes and is not just limited to providing people entertainment.’

‘A national TV upholds the culture of a nation and promotes it all across the world,’ says Monowar. ‘We need a strong BTV to protect our population from the invasion of corporate culture which will go to all lengths to provide entertainment.’

‘In recent years it is sad to see the BTV trying to imitate private channels by hosting talk shows, the cheapest and easiest way of providing entertainment,’ he adds.

Yet, the BTV still has a chance.

While all cable televisions added together have a reach of about 36 per cent of the total Bangladeshi population, the BTV has a reach of nearly 98 per cent, say industry insiders. It also generates possibly the highest rates of revenue, charging fixed rates for commercial advertisements. The BTV went on satellite in 2004 with the introduction of the BTV World though the programmes till date are essentially the same.

The BTV also operates under certain ethics which may bear fruit for the country in the future.

‘We ensure that a certain fixed percentage of programmes cater to farmers, to children, to indigenous communities, health and education, and the promotion of national image,’ says one BTV official. ‘There are also rules on what kind of products can be advertised, at what times, and there is a rule that Bangladeshi models have to be used.’

Experts also say that the government should monitor the growth of satellite television and rethink its policy.

‘For Tk 300 you get nearly a 100 channels across all homes in the cities,’ says one BTV official. ‘This is not the case in many developed countries. They have a strong national television with a number of channels and if anyone wants to watch satellite they have to buy a receiver for a good amount of money.’

In 2012, the last surviving crop of the BTV officials who had joined from the outside in 1982 will retire. After that, it will only be the BCS cadres who run the channel. Before that happens, the government must take a decision to revive the BTV.

‘We have to save the BTV to save our future generations from walking the wrong line,’ says Yousuff.

Why should I be forced to go into hiding?

March 20th, 2009 | 1 Comment | Posted in Bangladesh, Media issues, Rahnuma Ahmed, governance, media

Special interview with Nurul Kabir, editor, New Age

Amader Shomoy, 18 March, 2009

Interviewed by Shamsuddin Ahmed.

Translated by Rahnuma Ahmed

Nurul Kabir is the editor of New Age, an English language daily. Recently, his car was chased by unknown armed men, on motorbikes. The driver of his car has since registered a General Diary (GD) at the local police station.

In a special interview, Nurul Kabir spoke to us about the incident, and the events following one-eleven. He spoke of his experiences and of many other things that are generally unknown to readers.

Amader Shomoy: Could you briefly tell us about the unknown armed gunmen that chased your car on 5th March.

Nurul Kabir: I was undergoing treatment in a hospital, I had been admitted to the hospital a few days earlier. I hadn’t fully recovered but there was an important bit of work, and I had dropped in at the office. The hospital is not far from the office and after the driver had dropped me off, he began driving back to our house in Uttara. It was a bit after ten at night.

My wife called me from home about half an hour later. She said that our driver Najib had just rung to say that two motorbikes, with three young men on each, had begun chasing the car. It had happened on Airport road, right after he had crossed the Joarshahara area. The men had waved their arms and signalled him to pull over and stop the car. He didn’t, instead he stepped on the gas, and sped away. My wife said that he had sounded very scared. I said `okay, let me see’ and hung up.

I quickly called a friend who I have reason to believe has significantly close connections with those who are powerful, and with people who are behind those who hold power. As a matter of fact, he had advised me several days earlier to `be cautious in what I did, and where I went’ and all that. He had also advised me to be circumspect in my analysis of political happenings. But since that’s not in my nature, since i am used to expressing thought-out points of views without any hesitation or circumvention, I didn’t bother. I have been subjected to this sort of advice a hundred times before, from my very student days. I have encountered dangerous situations before, but I have also survived. I have never had any reason to change my outlook.

Anyway, to cut matters short, I called him and briefly told him what had happened. He immediately said, `Oh my god, you are in danger.’ I replied, `No, it’s not me. It’s my driver, and he isn’t very concerned about politics either. He’s a very innocent kind of a person.’ What he said in response boils down to my being an absolute idiot, someone who is totally incapable of understanding that his life is in danger. `If your car was chased by armed men, why can’t you understand that they are not overly concerned about your harmless driver.’ He also said, `Please, move out of wherever you are at the moment, and do it within no time.’ I asked him whether he could help the poor driver in any way. He said, `Let me see, but you move out first’ and hung up. I then called a police officer who I happen to know, but he didn’t answer the phone. I then called Najib to find out what was happening. He was panting. He said that the armed men had chased him till Uttara sector 5. He had then slipped into an alley, and thought he had been able to get rid of his pursuers. He had seen a RAB patrol car, had gone up to them and had told them what had happened. They had asked him to wait, and had gone off in the direction he had pointed. They returned soon and said that the danger, if there was any, was over and asked him to go home. I also told him to return home.

I didn’t think it was safe for me to spend the night in the hospital. I left it though I had not fully recovered and went somewhere else, with the help of a close family friend.

I still haven’t been able to come to terms with what has happened in a psychological sense. I deal with people, society, nation — this is the work that I do. I haven’t learnt any other kind of work. I don’t do any thing else, either. Why then should I have to go into hiding, in my own country?

The next day I met my driver and he said that even though the weather was warm, the men who had been seated in the middle, on both motorbikes, had been wearing jackets. And those who were riding the motorbikes had constantly spoken on their mobile phones.

Amader Shomoy: What is the follow-up to the GD?

Nurul Kabir:  None. The police haven’t been able to trace the armed men. I don’t even know whether they have tried.

Amader Shomoy:  So, who do you think could have been behind this incident?

Nurul Kabir: I don’t think I have any personal enemies. As a person, I have never cheated anyone nor have I harmed anyone from feelings of anger or vengeance. Nor do I have any grievances against anyone at a personal level. And that’s because I know that in the context of many millions of other people, if someone as insignificant as myself were to harbour feelings of anger or resentment, it would ultimately be meaningless and of no consequence whatsoever. What I do know is that as a person I can only nurture my own sense of dignity, that this is a human responsibility, and that other than this, there is no meaning in being pre-occupied with one’s ownself. And I never am. Therefore, at a personal level, I have never given anyone any reason to harbor feelings of vengeance against me. On the other hand, of course there can be feelings of jealousy and resentment between people due to material causes, but that too is not applicable in my case. That’s because as a person I am not very materially-inclined. Affluence and wealth can give rise to envy, it can create feelings of enmity, well, I don’t have that. I never have. And I am not likely to do so, in future either. At least, that’s what people who are close to me think. Hence there is no practical reason for any threat to my life due to personal enmity or ill-will.

In that case, it could have been the work of thieves, of people who are wicked, maybe a group of car-thieves. But it seems unlikely, given the description of the men, their looks, their behavior.
If so, could it be that of a group who don’t like the kind of work that I do, who think that my work harms their interests? Seen from that angle, the journalistic work that I do, which is very socially and politically engaged, and very vocal — what I write and what I say — does go against groups power-hungry ruling class groups totally devoid of any democratic ideals whatsoever. These groups, who are absolutely anti-people, are very small but undoubtedly very powerful, do not like me. No, not at all. And they have no reason to.

For instance, when I write, or when I speak on television, that it is the duty of the newly-elected parliament, one that has been voted to power by the people, to scrutinise the activities of the caretaker government — their abuse of power, nepotism, and the execution and implementation of different anti-people policies, and even allegations of corruption they had indulged in the name of conducting the anti-corruption campaign, quite a few influential groups have reason to become very angry with me. These groups have socially and materially benefited from the two years of caretaker government which was illegal, unaccountable, and not at all transparent. [Nor do they have any reason to like me] when I say that, if the national armed forces become involved in politics or cherish thoughts of staking a claim to state power, it threatens the democratic transformation of the nation-state. Not only that, it also prevents the armed forces from achieving its objectives, maintaining its standards of professionalism and upholding morality [of a patriotic force]. When I say these things, top level army officials, and those sections of society that materially benefit from the political influence of the armed forces, get angry. Something on these lines happened recently. A section of retired army officers heaped abuse on me, this happened just a couple of days ago. Well, who doesn’t know that when the army exerts influence on state power, directly or indirectly, the sections of retired army officers who are involved in trading and business get extra benefits?

Therefore, many of my well-wishers think that those who feel politically, culturally or materially affected by my work as a pro-democracy journalist, are hostile to me. And they will remain to be so.

Amader Shomoy:  Has something of this sort happened to you before, or is this the first time?

Nurul Kabir: Let me talk of the recent past. The car chase incident is new. But after emergency was declared in January 2007, when I myself and the newspaper I edit opposed the army-controlled caretaker government, I began to be subjected to different forms of harassment and intimidation. In February that year, the officers of a military security agency took me to their office and tried to lecture me on what journalism is really about, they attempted to preach to me irritating things like  the `absolute necessity’ of the state of emergency, how it was much-needed to `strengthen the democratic processes’. They reminded me that they had the power to arrest me without any warrant etc. Later, the army headquarters deputed another intelligence agency to try and still the voice of New Age, since it’s a pro-democracy voice.

Since I didn’t pay any heed to their unreasonable demands, to these attempts that go against the grain of history, they exerted pressure on officials of different TV channels, so that I wouldn’t be invited as a discussant. In those days, I would nearly always be followed by cars belonging to some intelligence agency or the other, it was almost a routine matter. Besides, I would often receive phone calls, unfamiliar voices at the other end who kept threatening me.

Amader Shomoy:  Do you think that there is any connection between your car being chased and your perspective, the one that you have expressed on the recent incident that took place at the BDR headquarters?

Nurul Kabir:  Could be. It’s not impossible. Because I have said, and also written, that the `accumulated grievances’ of the soldiers have been made use of to carry off this outrageous massacre. I still think so. I don’t think it is possible for any ill-intentioned group, whether national or foreign, to motivate a disciplined force to commit such a massacre if deep-seated grievances had not existed among subaltern jawans towards those in authority, towards their officers. Needless to add, even if the list of grievances and feelings of resentment are justified, it does not justify acts of murdering commanding officers. But at the same time it is also true that those in authority, those who have permitted such a state of affairs to exist, for such large numbers of jawans to harbour grievances, they too have committed a crime.

Soon after the brutal killings at the BDR headquarters, we saw that the government quickly acceded to some longstanding demands of the police constables and of BDR jawans, that they acted to remove `systematic disparities’ that had prevailed. By doing so, the government has, in a sense, admitted that inequalities had prevailed. While it is essential that the killers of the BDR officers, and those who were behind the killings, be found out, that they be punished through a transparent and credible judicial process, it is also equally important that those who had for long neglected the just expectations of the BDR jawans through forcible means, had created the ground for grievances to accumulate, they also should be identified and duly punished. I think that both material and cultural reform processes should immediately be initiated so that no grievances fuelled by inequality can rise in future, not in any key national institution, and particularly not in the armed forces. In this respect, it is necessary that the government and the leaders of these institutions work out an effective method of squaring off such disparities.

I have also said that the absence of any intimation by any of the intelligence agencies that such a large killing could take place, is profoundly disappointing and unfortunate. Bangladesh, as is well-known, has several intelligence agencies. There are also special intelligence units whose task is to identify whether any conspiracy, or internally-motivated attempts are on within the military or para-military forces. But why were the intelligence agencies unable to give any inkling of a plan to kill the officers of a force as important as the BDR? It is my right to raise this question as a journalist, as a citizen. It is my duty. And this is what I have done.

But I have also said that these intelligence units of the security forces have, on different occasions, attended to implement all sorts of political agenda instead of attending to their professional duties and responsibilities. And as a consequence, they have lost their professional skills, and motivation. I think that this bears disastrous consequences for the country, for the people of this country, and for the security of the nation-state. We have paid similarly heavy prices for such a state of affairs on previous occasions.

Therefore, the question that naturally comes to mind, is: who is responsible for this state of affairs? Obviously it is the high-ranking military officers who have, either in their own interests, or misled by the interests of others, become eager to control the state, to make use of the national intelligence agencies for narrow self-interests so that they control the direction of politics. Political leaders themselves, when in government, use these agencies which have actually been created to look after national security interests, against their political opponents. This has happened in the past. This is disastrous for the nation, for society, and also for the armed forces as a whole. And what spells disaster for the armed forces, is also disastrous for Bangladesh as a nation-state. In order for Bangladesh to have a dignified presence in the international community of states, what is needed most is, on the one hand, the democratic transformation of society, economy and the state, and on the other, a strong and well-disciplined patriotic army, one that is active as a military force but is far-removed from the political arena.

I have been saying these things for many years, I repeated them the other day. Now, you tell me, can one practice pro-democracy journalism without repeatedly writing and saying these things?
However, it is most unfortunate that uttering such truths invites danger. This is shameful for all of us, not only for the common citizens of this land, but also, equally so, for the nation’s armed forces. I think the situation needs to be changed.

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As the story of subaltern grievances receded…

March 16th, 2009 | No Comments | Posted in Bangladesh, People, governance, media

By Rahnuma Ahmed

How did the story of the BDR rebellion at Pilkhana as being one of subaltern grievances pale away? Did it begin with the discovery of the bodies of the two army officers that had spewed out of the sewers at Kamrangir char? Or did it happen sometime later, when the first mass grave was discovered? When we watched live televised images of decomposed bodies, including that of the BDR director general, some of the bodies riddled with bullets, others mutilated beyond quick recognition. Bayoneted, eyes gouged out, a few had even been burned. As we watched these images, many of us immediately thought back of the sense of relief, maybe even complacency that we had felt the day before when the mutineers had assured TV reporters that the officers were alive. That even though they were being held hostages, they were safe and sound. They had lied to us. I think it was then that the first cracks appeared.

The relatives of the lost army personals are waiting in front of BDR Headquarter. Still lots of military officers remain lost after the rebel BDRs took control the headquarter. The rebel BDRs surrendered yesterday evening and the relatives of the lost military personals gathered there to know what happened to the fate of lost military personals. Dhaka, Bangladesh. February 27 2009. Adnan/DrikNews

© Adnan/DrikNews

Truth is the first casualty of war.
And as more mass graves kept being unearthed, as more dead bodies were lifted out including that of the director general’s wife, as allegations of rape surfaced, as we heard stories of looting, as we tried to piece together the atrocities that had accompanied the rebellion, shock and horror set in.

Even now, two and a half weeks later, not all the dead have been buried. Three officers remain missing. Five bodies lie in the morgue unidentified. The shock and horror remains.

It was a subaltern uprising, that is how it had first been reported in the private TV channels, and in the print media too.

Three thousand border guards and their commanding officers had joined the three thousand plus soldiers stationed at Pilkhana for the annual BDR week. It had been inaugurated by the Prime Minister a day earlier. Their long-standing demands had not been placed before her. This had compounded their sense of feeling wronged. Over food rations (three months, as compared with twelve for the army), a denial of UN peacekeeping mission service, low pay (an average border guard earns five thousand taka per month), non-payment of promised daily allowances for extra duties rendered during operation Dal-Bhat and the parliamentary elections, and so on. But what appeared to have irked the mutineers most was army control of the BDR. As one of the mutineers had put it, `We are not against the nation or the government. We want that the BDR should control the BDR.’

But the subaltern grievances story soon receded into the background as the macabre details of the killings unfolded before the nation. The army officers became the victims, instead of being the victimisers. Passionate, at times enraged, debates spilled over from TV discussion programmes to printed columns and editorials to the blogosphere. Whether the rebellion should have been resolved through military, rather than political, means. Whether the Prime Minister should have sat for negotiations with the mutineers. Whether a general amnesty should have been declared (later clarified to exclude those who took part in the mutiny). Whether a military operation would have resulted in more bloodshed, general and widespread, or whether the lives of the officers could have been saved. Whether ministers and political party leaders should have gone to Pilkhana to talk to the mutineers. Whether this was the time to seriously consider moving the BDR headquarters and Dhaka cantonment away from the city centre. Whether the investigations (ongoing) would reveal the whole truth.

But gradually a bigger question has unfolded before us as it becomes clearer that much preparation and planning had gone into the rebellion, that it was not a spontaneously-ignited act of murderous frenzy that overtook some soldiers (for instance, the mutineers seem to have been divided into different groups wearing differently-coloured bandannas). It haunts us as I write, amidst all the mud-slinging that has erupted between the political party leaders, including the Prime Minister herself, her ministers and party leaders, equally matched by the leader of the opposition Khaleda Zia and other BNP leaders. Amidst a general sense of disappointment at an all-party parliamentary inquiry committee not having been formed. Amidst public concern and anxiety that we may never get to know the truth of what did happen, and why.

Were other forces, external to the BDR soldiers, involved? Did they make clever use of long-standing grievances among the BDR, reputed to be the nation’s `first line of defence’? Was it intended to de-stabilise the government, as a Bangladeshi blogger has put it, to be “the center of a whirlpool from where other tensions and turbulence will cascade out.” And, of course, this question is inextricably linked to another: who stood to benefit? Followed quickly on its heels by a third: what lies ahead?

The present as history

That the nation’s territorial sovereignty was, and still is, at risk, is clear. Is the worst behind us? We do not know. After all, all twelve sector commanders were killed. The nation’s borders — arbitrarily-imposed as they were by the retreating colonial powers in 1947 — are still feared to be porous. While listening to news of the newly-appointed BDR director general’s efforts to re-stabilise the paramilitary force, to strengthen the functions of the force across the country and at the headquarters in Pilkhana, one comes across other newspaper reports, too. According to one, an army officer has said that that he does not feel safe to return to his work station. According to another, some officers have requested that they be sent back to the army, and not to the BDR.

Sections of the Indian media, obsessed as ever with their arch-enemy Pakistan, have written of ISI (Inter-Services Intelligence) involvement, at Pakistan’s reluctance that the war criminals of 1971 be tried by Sheikh Hasina’s government. These have been quickly countered by theories of RAW (Research and Intelligence Wing, India’s foreign intelligence agency), and thereby the Indian government’s involvement in the Pilkhana carnage. The hidden design, according to some widely-circulating e-mails, is to turn Bangladesh into a vassal state, one that is subservient to Indian national interests.

And as the Commerce Minister Lt Col (rtd) Faruk Khan, who is also encharged with coordinating the investigations into the BDR mutiny, pre-maturely and, most unwisely, speaks to the press about JMB’s (Jama’atul Mujahideen Bangladesh, the banned terrorist organisation) links to the mutineers, I cannot help but recollect other things. Of the American ambassador’s pronouncement, after the Pilkhana carnage, that that US government would assist Bangladesh in combating terrorism. I also cannot help but remember that Sheikh Hasina had pledged support for the US-led war on terror.

Will the rebellion act as a stepping stone to Bangladesh joining the `war on terror’ club? That remains to be seen. But if it does, it will surely thwart much-needed attempts to build a national army free of political aspirations, and severely impede the peoples’ ongoing struggles for greater democratisation of state and society. And that, will not be in the nation’s interest.

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First published in New Age on Monday the 16th March 2009

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Keeping the lamp lit

January 14th, 2008 | No Comments | Posted in Bangladesh, governance, media

The newly appointed education adviser has my sympathy. He had spoken the truth. With scandals emerging about departing advisers, and accusations flying about the gross incompetence of the ‘PhD’ government, he must have felt the need to demonstrate the character of the cabinet.

Having lost the Candy Man, we now have an adviser who is candid in his remarks. “Regardless of the verdict of the court, the teachers shall be freed, ” he had said. Great news for the teachers. Sad news for justice.

But the candor of the education advisor is unlikely to inspire confidence in the government. He might equally have said, “regardless of the verdict of the court, we shall find Sheikh Hasina and Khaleda Zia guilty,” or any other convenient outcome for the many flimsy cases against politicians, business people, students or any other member of the public. The fact that the government finds the judicial system irrelevant, while confirming people’s fears, does do away with their flicker of hope for justice. This was a lamp that needed to stay lit.

The anniversary party could have done without the media gatecrashers. The weeks leading up to the 11th January 2008, have been particularly difficult for the government. In August, it had taken violent protest by the students for the military presence in campus to be removed, but it is the fallout of the government’s heavy-handed response that they now need to deal with. Having closed the 24 hour news channel CSB

kakoli-prodhan-csb-news-6.jpg 24 hour CSB News TV channel after its closure. Dhaka. Bangladesh. © Kakoli Prodhan


and intimidated others with barely veiled threats, they had expected an easy ride. But they had reckoned without the spunk of Bangladeshi media. BTV has long since become irrelevant. Cheek in jowl, private channel media activists have found creative ways to get the news to the public, and an informed audience has responded. I remember the phone calls ‘from above’ that came in while a talk show was going on. The savvy presenter responding smartly toned down his own questions, letting me speak as I pleased. It was a live show, and he could hardly have been blamed for the words I was using. The phone calls to the editor, the ‘invitations to tea,’ and the physical presence of army personnel have made honest reporting a harrowing task, but the news programmes are alive and well, and while they have economic pressures, they retain a loyal following.

Even newspapers that had decided to ride in the comfort of the military train are having to make face-saving critiques of a government facing derailment. It is the government, which is on the back foot. CSB is still closed, but the phone in callers, the letter writers, the bloggers and the talk show speakers have joined in the fray. This is media at its best.

Amnesty’s Secretary General, Irene Khan, made up for her initial failure to denounce emergency rule, “Amnesty believes that the government can waive some of the restrictions, even under emergency rule.” The media again had set the tone. She was far more forthright in the latter stage of her visit and pointed to the ubiquitous presence of the military in all public spheres, clearly stating that military rule was unacceptable.

I could smell the stench of decomposed flesh as I walked up the stairway of the partially demolished Rangs Building.

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Loose concrete slabs and boulders still dangle precariously from the remaining metal rods of the Rangs Building. © Shahidul Alam/Drik/Majority World

rangs-building-worker-0771.jpg Even in this unsafe condition, and while the body of a security guard is still buried under the rubble, workers remove rubble from the partially demolished Rangs Building. © Shahidul Alam/Drik/Majority World

The Rajuk administrators were themselves scared to be there, but being government officials they had little choice. They pointed me to a staircase that was relatively safe. Workers, not having my benefit of class, climbed the more dangerous ones. I wonder how it feels to walk past a deceased colleague, past the stench, the rubble, past rickety columns. What is it like to know one’s death will only matter to one’s nearest ones.

Yesterday police turned their batons on garment workers demanding outstanding wages and fires yet again engulfed city slums.

fire-in-slum-in-rayer-bazar-1712-px-600.jpg Fire in Rayer Bazaar slum destroyed around 2500 homes. January 12 2008. © Munir uz Zaman/DrikNews

sh-31.jpg Garment worker killed by collapse of factor building. © Shehabuddin/Drik/Majority World

The recent deaths of other garment workers and general demands to receive an acceptable minimum wage, all point to the disengagement from the public of a caretaker government that has failed to care.

We are in need of honest answers, and while the new education adviser revealed the government’s complete disregard for the judiciary, I suspect his honesty was the unintended byproduct of yet another exercise in spin. If on the other hand, his admission of the irrelevance of the judiciary was the beginning of a process of transparency, unpleasant though the truth might be, I welcome it. Admission of guilt does not in itself solve the problem, but it does begin to address it. Something they have so far singularly failed to do. They have blamed the ills of the nation on politicians and political parties. On bad democracy. The people are in no illusion about the improprieties of the past. But bad democracy can only be replaced by good democracy. There is no such thing as good autocracy, and pliant front men, no matter who they are backed by, can never be an answer.

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