Midnight’s Furies: The Deadly Legacy of India’s Partition–Nisid Hajari

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Never before have I read a history that gave me nightmares. I will never forget the ghastly scenes of massacre in this one.

I do not know much about non-western history, but I knew enough to know about India’s partition to know that it was bloody.  What I did not know was how bloody for how long and to what degree.  Nisid Hajari is not a historian, but a journalist.  To tell this story he used what he calls “demi-official” records:  personal papers of those involved, including politicians, diplomats, spies, and ordinary people when possible.  He, of course, also appeals to newspapers and other media outlets of the time.

Hajari begins with India still under British rule, but in that period during which independence was certain, but the details were still being negotiated.  Three personalities dominate his narrative:  Jinnah, the leader of the Muslim League; Nehru, leader of the Hindu Congress; and Montbatten, the Brit comissioned to bring the whole lot to independence.  Jinnah comes off poorly–a failed dandy and a paranoid politician who foments fears whose consequences he does not think through.  Nehru comes off nearly as badly.  He is an idealist, a follower of Gandhi, who wants big change, but does not have the leadership skills to move beyond his early style of personal leadership to the grand stage.  This becomes clear when riots are raging against Muslims in Indian cities and Nehru, unable to sleep, storms around the streets confronting mobs, as if he could stop the violence one person at a time.  Such adventures were heroic, but also pitiful and pitiable.  Montbatten is the rational, charismatic Brit in over his head and forced to deal with a difficult situation and two big characters, one of whom seems immune to his charisma (Jinnah).  His decision to move ahead independence, while noted to be a huge mistake, is not given nearly enough responsibility for what ensues.

That is my overall critique of Hajari’s narrative.  Because he begins in 1946, so much of what undergirded the tensions between Muslims, Hindus, and Sikhs goes unexplored.  The role of the British themselves in fomenting hostilities between the groups, as they did elsewhere in other colonies, in order to divide and so not only conquer but rule more quietly, is left untouched.  In fact, in the first half of the book, I was repeatedly annoyed by the way the British seemed civilized observers of their less civilized and mostly mad (former) colonists.

Once independence occurred, however, it became difficult to argue that anyone was truly civilized or that civilization itself is more than a veneer.  As each side ramped up fears of the other, Jinnah to guarantee he would receive an independent Pakistan, the Sikhs to defend against depredations and division in the Punjab, and Hindus to counter fears of Muslims, roving gangs began attacking, then torturing and massacring their fellow Indians who practiced the wrong faith.  As in nearly every case of such violence, the violence against women and children was particularly cruel.  Not only were they murdered, they were humiliated and violated before being put to death.  When such treatment was not actually happening, rumors of it happening were used to fuel the violation and degradation of women on the other side of the conflict.  Train cars of mutilated corpses passed from India to Pakistan and vice versa.  Sikhs sat calmly on train station platforms waiting for the arrival of cars full of people to massacre and planned military-style campaigns to root Muslims out of the countryside.  Hajari never gives a total for those lost in the months surrounding partition, much less a total that includes those attacked alongside the Kashmir and Hyderabad military campaigns.  I found myself wondering 1) how the peoples of India get along at all today and 2) how their population rebounded from such tremendous losses.

Gandhi is assassinated.  Jinnah dies from tuberculosis.  Nehru has a long reign and India enjoys a period of stability denied to Pakistan.  Pakistan is born a country of paranoia with a sense of deprivation, which it uses to justify the use of non-official guerilla campaigns against its neighbor.  Hajari quickly traces, in the last two pages, Pakistan’s turn to fundamentalist Islam to unify its people in the face of repeated losses on the battlefield and economic failure.

This book begs two more stories.  First, the story of the use of religious division by British colonizers in India and second, the story of Pakistan’s internal politics since the death of Jinnah.  If Hajari’s quick notes at the end are even close to accurate, the British have much to answer for in the way they handled Indian independence and the way they set up or enhanced the divisions that created the fault lines revealed in that independence.

A mechanical critique.  Hajari uses the names of his characters with great ease and fluidity, which can be difficult for a reader new to this topic.  Jinnah is also the Quaid.  Nehru is also Jawaharlal.  There are many, many names in this story and I had trouble keeping the players straight, which was made more difficult by Hajari’s inconsistent naming, even of key players.  More consistency or, even better, a table with the major players, would have been a huge reading aid, along with a map noting key cities and provinces, especially those in which conflict was heaviest.

I am grateful to Hajari for writing a book that has seared this story onto my memory and that will push me to read and learn more.  His introduction and conclusion convinced me that doing so is crucial to understanding global politics today.

Finished 4/26/15


The Wedding–Imraan Coovadia

I am in love this summer with stories from India, set in India, associated with India.  Coovadia’s novel explores issues of class, love, and exile as his protagonist, Ismet, spies from a train window the woman he believes is destined to be his bride, Khateja, while traveling across India for business.  He breaks with his usual caution and leaves the train, seeks out the woman, finds her father, and arranges for their marriage.   Khateja is a woman ahead of her time and her rural custom who desires an independent life, but finds herself sold away to Ismet.  She is the stereotypical shrew and seeks to make Ismet’s life miserable as compensation for his tearing her from her comfortable rural life.  He waits patiently, keeping faith with the destiny that sent him to her, and eventually, after they have spent several years in South Africa, she falls in love and realizes it has happened.

Coovadia has created fascinating characters and an entrancing setting.

My frustration with the novel is that, after many chapters of the struggle, they fall in love and Ismet, who waited so long for her to come around, marries a second, younger wife.  What was going on there?  Is this another Coover fairy tale, that it’s about the quest, not the object of the quest?  Another grim reality.

Finished 7/26/12