The blood and tears witnessed and retold
By Dilshan Boange
A story when told from the heart, retracing the steps of one’s life
that may have been obscured with time’s passages that are ripe with both
tears of joy and sadness, will surely rekindle that life to be regained
of a voice that blends the memory of the past with the reflection from
the present and be born a narrative that beguiles the reader with deep
seated emotions. Along the Red River by the veteran Assamese journalist
in India, Sabita Goswami is a book that flows between the writer’s past
and present.
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Sabita Goswami with
Mark Tully, Delhi Correspondent for BBC |
The biographical work charts the course of the tumultuous ‘Assam
agitation’ that arose in the 1970s and how it marked a massive blow to
India’s political stability as a union of States and contextualises that
episode of the Indian political landscape of the latter part of the last
century in terms of how a woman journalist faced the immeasurably
challenging obstacles that came her way in her drive to persevere at
excelling in her profession and her duties as a mother and wife.
It is a story that speaks of the true strengths of a woman’s heart. A
must read if you believe true journalism is a cause of the conscience.
Key themes
In this four part series I will discuss some key themes of Along the
Red River and what insights it provides to understand facets of Indian
socio-cultural and political landscapes. Thanks to the effectiveness of
modern information communication technology I have had the good fortune
to contact the author and obtain pictorial material to be included in
this series of articles, which are incidentally not found in the book.
The author Goswami’s biographical account is a book originally
written in Assamese and later translated into English by the writer’s
daughter Triveni Goswami Mathur who is today a successful academic in
Pune. The biographical account finds its mettle as that of a
professional journalist in the Assamese crisis that spiralled into a
violent separatist movement that impacted the central government in New
Delhi in no small way.
This was of course in the era before the advent of the internet and
sophisticated mobile telephony. This was an era where it was much easier
to cover up and thwart exposures of government misdeeds, unless those
few who were witnesses were steadfast in their resolve to share the
truth.
The victimised Assamese
The trials and tribulations faced by the Assamese people who were
unjustly treated by both the government ‘controllers’ and the highly
fractionalised rebel movements are provided vividly by the author who
had-first hand information and observed much of that unfortunate episode
of violence where people suffered.
A core contention of the Assamese agitation had been that the oil
rich Assam state was being exploited by the centre which was one of the
issues related to the adverse economic impacts that the Assamese people
had been assailed with, which had greatly compounded with the problem of
illegal foreign immigration to Assam from neighbouring Bangladesh.
Resentment
A striking incident is what the author narrates in chapter one with
the following words–“Assam simmered with anger and resentment. A fiery
slogan written in blood by a young man named Dulal Sarma on Guwahati’s
main Gopinath Bordoloi Road fuelled the already inflamed emotions of the
Assamese. Tej dim, tel nididu (we will shed blood, but not give oil)
he’d written, emotionally charged statement that echoed the sentiments
of the Assamese who felt that unless they took violent steps, the Centre
would never pay attention to the local demands.”
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Sabita Goswami in
Guwahati, Assam |
A very hard hitting message one may say about the strong sentiments
that arose in that context of despising New Delhi, and the lengths the
people may be prepared to go to protect the resources of their home
state.
In chapter 13 of the book she says, “The pressure on land and economy
increased manifold and people’s frustration had peaked within a decade.
The birth of Bangladesh in 1971 too had adversely impacted the economy
of Assam.
Student led insurgencies
In October 1978, the All Assam Students’ Union (AASU) had called for
a three-day Satyagraha demanding that all business establishments
reserve 80 percent of their jobs for the sons of the soil. Before that
in July, 1978, the AASU’s 16 point memorandum demanded, among other
things, the deportation of “illegal foreign immigrants” from Assam.”
What may trigger in the mind of a Sri Lankan reader when reading of
these episodes of student federation-led movements linked to national
level politics would perhaps be the leftist insurrection of the late
1980s in Sri Lanka where the university system became the hot bed for
leftist activism that sought to threaten the State. Goswami in her
account of the developments in her own home state of Assam holds nothing
back and fears not to call a spade a spade.
The numerous betrayals of the people’s causes that various groups
took up and made their slogan to come to prominence are delivered
insightfully such as how certain student leaders after making trips to
have discussions in New Delhi would find themselves becoming indulgent
to the comforts there hosted by the centre and then become frauds who
focussed on profiteering through politics by taking the people of Assam
up the garden path. But Goswami also depicts how the desperations of the
people drove them at times to chose between evils and cling to
illusions.
She speaks of how the naïveté of youth was exploited crassly by
political opportunism and how the price was very severe to those who
were duped.
The most compelling episode one finds in this regard is the one where
the author’s own nephew gets embroiled in the murderous politics that
racked civilian life.
His assassination bid made on the life of the then Chief Minister of
Assam Hiteshwar Saikia on November 19, 1983, its failure, and the
ramifications that spiralled to the entire extended family are gripping
as though from a fast paced novel. But what pricks the mind is that it
is narrated by a writer who actually had to live through the troubles
and endure the burdens.
The central figures
Goswami gives insights as to how the political hopes at provincial
level meet the obstinacy of the centre to the point where a sentiment of
estrangement in terms of nationhood is not unimaginable. The vastness of
India’s cultural landscape is such that a singular national identity may
not be pinpointed.
The contentions that arise based on numerous differences in language
and the outlooks of ethno-native rights in respect of territory and
administration indicate what seems an enigmatic political construction
called ‘India’, the State, composed of states which each speak of their
own respective individual identities.
A notable thread in the story is how the role of Indira Ghandi, who
may be called India’s own ‘iron lady’, is spoken of in the context of
the Assamese agitation.
The author appears to view Mrs. Ghandi, whom she had the opportunity
to interview, as a complex figure in terms of how she is perceived in
the light of being a figurehead of India and a political tactician who
was blamed much for the Assam crisis.
The overall scope of the political sentiments which is reflected by
the book isn’t limited to the subjective outlook of the author alone,
but captures the pulse of what the people of Assam had felt as natives
of the state of Assam who had to deal with issues that raised
complexities about their political identities as people who were up
against a ‘centre’ which held the overarching right and might of
defining what ‘should be’ in the larger picture of nationhood. |