Beyond The Archive of Silence
Beyond The Archive of Silence
Bangladesh
Author(s): Yasmin Saikia
Source: History Workshop Journal, No. 58 (Autumn, 2004), pp. 275-287
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In 1971 two wars broke out in East Pakistan. One was a civil war fought
between West and East Pakistan, and the other an international war fought
between West Pakistan and India. In the wars ethnicity colluded with
national interests and state politics, and the armies ofWest Pakistan and
India became involved in violence, mainly targeted against the civilian
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population of East Pakistan, particularly women. Both the Pakistan and
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Indian armies were occupying forces and were assisted in their activities by G
local supporters. The Bihari community (Muslim Urdu speakers and recent
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migrants to East Pakistan from India after the partition in 1947) supported
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theWest Pakistan army in the hope of saving a united Pakistan. A sizeable
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number of Bengalis, members of theMuslim League, the political organiz
ation that had conceived and created Pakistan, also supported theWest
Pakistan army. The
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army, by and large, was supported by the
nationalist Bengalis of East Pakistan, both Muslims and Hindus. With the
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help of the Indian government, the Bengalis created a local militia called
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theMukti Bahini (Liberation Army). The combined forces of the Indian
army and Mukti Bahini defeated theWest Pakistan army and forced them
to surrender. At the end of the civil war the Pakistan government lost
legit
imacy in its eastern province; the international war resulted in the parti
tioning of Pakistan and creation of an independent nation-state of
Bangladesh. The two wars of 1971 are generally referred to by a single
name: the Liberation War of Bangladesh.
The current historiography on the Liberation War is focused solely on
the investigation and discussion of conflicts between the armies and militias
of West Pakistan, East Pakistan, and India, and the external contexts of
battles between the different ethnic groups of Bengalis, Biharis, and
Pakistanis.1 The inner conflicts within the communities that led to rampant
violence against women in thewars are overlooked and women's voices are
actively silenced. As a result women's experiences and memories of the war
are rendered invisible in the official
history of 1971. To overcome the
silences concerning gendered violence and to document a people's history
of 1971,1 have undertaken to reconstruct through oral history, fieldwork,
and archival research the experiences of survivors - men and women in
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voices of politicians invoking the violence of 1971 and demanding redress.
In this political-public discourse every man from Pakistan was reduced to
the generic label of 'perpetrator' and every Bangladeshi man became a
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mukti judha, a war hero. In this national political memorializing, women
were tellingly absent, even though a count of 200,000 rape victims was used
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by politicians tomobilize anger against Pakistani enemies several decades
later. Such narratives created and clearly demarcated societies - 'evil'
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Pakistan and 'good' Bangladesh. No possibilities existed for blurring the
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boundaries and generating a dialogue between the two.My initial investi
gation of this narrative in newspapers made it evident that government offi
cials, scholars, and political and religious leaders all restricted women's
speech. There was a definite unwillingness to ask difficult questions that
could potentially expose and force people to come to terms with the reality
of a horrific past in which Bengali men participated, along with Pakistani
and Bihari men, in brutalizing women. The silence was all
pervading. The
question that arose for me was how could one move beyond such insti
tutional silence and recover women's voices? Iwas convinced that survivors
could tell their experiences if they were allowed to do so.
Determined to overcome the silence of the state archives, I returned to
Bangladesh in 2001 and lived there for a year. I embarked on a multi-sited
and multidisciplinary project, combining oral history with literary, audio
visual, and newspaper research. I started my research in the Dhaka
National Library and Archive reviewing local and national dailies from
1971 and 1972 to investigate how they represented violence
against women.
The newspaper reports did not give women's stories, but allowed me to
trace the path of soldiers and map their camp sites. I had become aware
through reading Bengali novels that these were places where women were
held in captivity for sexual slavery during the war.2 In addition, the audio
recordings about women's experiences available at the Dhaka Radio
Station, relating mainly to the loss of family members, and the visual
materials and family documents in the Liberation War Museum, enabled
me to develop an outline of the kind of violence that women experienced
and the strategies later adopted to organize a silence about them, evident
across a range of the nation's public institutions. Armed with this initial
research and documentation, I began my oral history project with the aim
of correcting the imbalance and placing women's suppressed memories in
the narratives on 1971.
Many social activists and women's rights advocates discouraged me from
the project. They warned me that 'women will not speak' and insisted that
I was wasting my time trying to find women who would bear witness to the
crimes of 1971. They actively discouraged me from including Bihari women,
the enemies of Bengalis,
Camp Geneva in Dhaka,
in my research project. Undeterred,
a 'forbidden space'
I went to
for most Bengalis in
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Bangladesh, where Bihari refugees have been living since the end of the
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war, for over three decades, as 'stateless' people. After some initial hesita
tion and reluctance, many women came forward to assist me in locating
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witnesses and victims of 1971, as well as some of the children who hadC
suffered violence. Conversations with the survivors confirmed that women
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had been subject to extreme violence. Some of them shared with me their
tightly-guarded secrets and asked me to ensure that their stories gained
international attention.
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These initial encounters in Camp Geneva led me tomany more Bihari
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refugee camps across Bangladesh where I heard and recorded testimonies
that established the widespread brutality against women during the war. I
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interviewed both Bihari and Bengali victims, initially aided by a cultural
organization themembers of which included a variety of professionals and
activists who used street plays and political dramas to document a public
history of 1971 in northern Bangladesh. The young women I met through
this organization ledme towomen who were brutalized in the war. In turn,
these women led me to many more victims, and I travelled all across
Bangladesh meeting survivors of 1971. Being an outsider inBangladesh but
fluent in Bengali and Urdu privileged me to speak to, and to build trust
with, anguished Bengali and Bihari women, who were extremely critical of
their own community and society. It became clear tome that 1971 was truly
what one woman, Sakeena Begum, a Bihari victim, described as 'the year
of anarchy and end of humanity in Bangladesh'.3 I recorded around fifty
testimonies and corroborated these accounts with over two-hundred
Bengali and Bihari witnesses. From these women, who were of varied
ethnic, class, religious and social backgrounds, I learned that housewives,
school and college students, professional women and sex-workers were
victims of violence. Their ages ranged from twelve to fifty-seven.
From the beginning I was concerned about the ethics of the research I was
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women were silenced. The third day when I went back to her house, a huge
crowd of men barred my entry demanding why I was repeatedly coming
back to speak to the schoolteacher.
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later, I received a letter frommy friend, the teacher, that
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detailed a story of starvation, brutality and rape by a Bengali neighbour in
1971. She said: T was only thirteen years old then, and this elderly neigh
bour whom my family had requested to help me get safe passage out of the
camp (where we were kept inPakistani custody) destroyed me'. She forbade
me from using her name inmy research and 'the details recounted in the
letter'. Her story, and her fears, were far from unique. During my fifteen
months of research inBangladesh there were several instances when I seri
ously doubted the effects my research would have.
The larger truth however ismore encouraging. By and large, the project
had a beneficial impact on thewomen themselves. Almost all of the women
I interviewed confided that sharing their traumatic experiences was thera
peutic because someone had cared to listen to them. This shattered the
myth that women did not want to talk. On the contrary, they said thatmy
willingness to listen and the opportunity I had provided them to reflect on
theirmemories and make sense of them were invaluable. At another level,
too, my research had an impact. My two research assistants, a Bengali man
and a woman, both of the post 1971 generation, discovered an aspect of
their history unknown to them. They became enthusiastic about taking the
work a step further and organizing young men and women at the
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captivity (which lasted eleven days). I was seven months pregnant when
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they took me to the camp'.5 Her captors, it appeared, were both Bengali
and Pakistani men. Although
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the memories of survivors are somewhat
foggy and language is not
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Klienman,6 Veena Das,7 Susan Brison8 and many others
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that personal
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Scholarly obsession with impersonal and rigorous demands for substantiat
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ing individual experience with corroborating evidence bring the danger of
muzzling, rather than empowering, the voices of women in Bangladesh. I
was aware of the shortcomings of personal memory, but keen to hear what
the women had to say. I approached them for information in order to trans
formmemory into language and destroy silence by talking about it.
Along with listening to the narratives of survivors, whenever possible, I
tried to probe into other sources, including government documents,
hospital records, social service and rehabilitation reports, photographs and
visual media. The supplementary materials, whenever available, corrobor
ated women's testimonies and filled inmany gaps. Over time, these docu
mentary materials and testimonies helped me develop a clearer picture of
what happened in 1971. A question that continued to bother me was: how
do I find a language to communicate the horrors of 1971? I have been grap
pling for a language to convey what Inga Clandinnen calls 'catastrophe
tales'.9 Listening to such tales, as many know, imposes a responsibility. We
are obliged to tell the stories of survivors, for these are the entry point to
understand what happened. Along with telling, it is absolutely necessary
that we learn to listen to what the people, the survivors, are saying. Only
then we can come up with a language to report what we know.
The task of telling what happened in 1971 is daunting because there are
no laid-out paths to follow; every telling invariably betrays the original
voice and disrupts the silence that has been kept intact for over three
decades. Nonetheless, following Hayden White's urging to make the
historian 'amiddle voice', I have decided to insertmy voice in the unveil
ing of the horrors of gendered violence in 1971.10 For me, this has become
more than a historical research project. My role has changed during the
course of the research from that of a chronicler to an advocate. I now see
myself as a storyteller with a mission. My aim is to make this research a
means of bearing witness to the violence of 1971, and of raising awareness
about the spurious currency of normality in postcolonial South Asia.
Bearing witness to the crime committed against women in 1971 is an
aggressive, iconoclastic act. It is an attempt to write a counter history and
a way to shake the foundations of the history that exists in the subcontinent
today. But I am not a lone voice in demanding a new excavation of post
colonial violence. Kamla Bhasin and Ritu Menon11 and Urvashi Butalia12
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pioneered the project of researching and writing alternative narratives of
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partition violence in 1947. They forged a path for other scholars wishing to
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expand the boundaries of feminist history in South Asia and to undertake
research on the second partition of the subcontinent, in 1971. Like them,
my goal is to emphasize the possibility of alternative retellings of the events
and history of violence and to demand change.
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The rich feminist literature on 1947 and my direct encounter with
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survivors of 1971 have helped me to understand one issue. It is not the
women themselves, but the structures and institutions outside their control,
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that restrict their speech and force them to forget what they endured.
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Silence serves as a tool to confuse women, and even now, decades later, the
women cannot make sense of their horrific experiences nor find answers
about why they were targeted in the war thatmen fought and controlled.
The story of Madhumita (name changed) that I quote below illuminates
women's experiences during and after the war. Madhumita told me her
story inmany parts; I quote only two segments of a larger interview that
was over six hours long. In her story we hear the voice of a young Bengali
Hindu girlwho was brutalized and tormented by her neighbours and family
friends, who used the occasion of the war to victimize her. We learn from
her that after the war her life did not take a better turn, but rather that she
was made to pay dearly for her victimization in 1971. Madhumita was, and
continues to be, a victim of her own society; the oppression is unending. I
met Madhumita in her home. Her elderly mother (around eighty years old)
was also present at the firstmeeting. Madhumita started her story by intro
ducing herself and her family.
I (Madhumita) was fifteen years old and a student of grade VIII in 1971.
Ours was a rich Hindu merchant family and we lived in a composite
Bengali village. On June 21, 1971, local Bengali and Bihari men of the
At this point of the interview, her mother, who was sitting besides her,
broke down and started to wail. Madhumita stopped recounting the details
about the horrible night of her victimization. Her mother's wail penetrated
the stillness of the room. Her cries were heartrending. I had destroyed
whatever peace had existed in the household, and that shook me. But I
could not leave. So I sat there and listened to the painful screams of her
mother's agony. The pain of remembering what happened on the fateful
night was unbearable for her. The old lady slumped and fainted. Then
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Madhumita's brother came in, and carried his mother out of the room. Our
conversation stopped for the day. Several weeks later when I met Madhu
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mita again and she began her narrative where she had left off. On this
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occasion her mother did not join us.Without making direct reference to her
experience of sexual violence, Madhumita said,
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After they finished their business they set the house on fire and walked
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away. But I could not letmy brother die. So I dragged myself and despite
the pain I was suffering, I helped my brother to escape by breaking open
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the door. I was badly burned in the process. That night, I hid in our
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backyard pond. Next morning, when I emerged from the pond chunks
of flesh started falling offmy body. I had no clothes on, except burned
shreds to cover some parts. When I looked around, I saw some men from
our village returning from their morning prayers. On seeing me they
made funny noises and gestures. I tried to tell them I was not a prosti
tute but so-and-so's daughter, and tried to solicit their help. But they
walked away. Since that day I have been a living dead. My body is in
now owns the family
pain. I have no status, job, or education. My brother
business and I live in his house. I gave up my dignity,my life, everything
for my brother; but today I am no better than his servant. This is
women's lot in Bangladesh.13
the pond to seek help from her neighbours only to be rebuffed and treated
ever since as a social outcast. As we listen to her we want to undo the night
mare of that night and inject a measure of normality into her life. Instead,
we are leftwith a sense of her unending loneliness, with no one to share her
memories, fears, anxieties or hopes.
I spoke with and recorded the testimonies of over fifty victims in
Bangladesh during my fifteen months stay. Almost all the women who
shared with me their horrific memories of war talked at length about the
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pain of betrayal inflicted by men they knew men who belonged, perhaps,
to their community, their village, even their family. One Bihari woman
recounted themurder of her daughter in 1971.
[My] daughter's name was Fatima. She was eighteen years old in 1971
and was married. She was expecting her first child in a fewmonths. After
the war was over, on March 28, 1972, some Bengali men from [their]
neighborhood stormed into [their] mohalla [compound]. They killed
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Fatima's husband, then they pulled her out of her room into the court
yard. They disrobed her. Then they slit her throat. But that was not
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enough. They ripped open her stomach, pulled out the unborn child and
tore it into two. Fatima died immediately.
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composure many times. But she continued.
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Recounting this storywas not an easy task forFatima's mother. She lost her
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My daughter was innocent. Like all other women inBangladesh she was
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like cattle. We are here because our men wanted us to be here. I came
to this country because of my husband. He thought he would be better
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off inEast Pakistan, so we came here in 1957 from India. I never chose
to come here, nobody even asked me. No one asked my daughter what
she wanted. The Bengalis thought she was an enemy because she spoke
Urdu. They killed her without showing any mercy. It was not her crime
that she was born a Bihari. Has anyone asked us women what we did to
deserve this? Has anyone asked a mother how much it hurts to lose a
daughter? I am a victim, and I understand what other victims feel.
Women are victims in this country. Help us, please,
help us. We also
deserve to live like human beings.14
These testimonies of women shock us, as they should. 1971 was a night
mare; the violence was relentless. The enemy, as women revealed over and
over again, was within, not outside. This is why women have been forced
to remain silent.
Bahini and the Pakistan army. Soldiers of theMukti Bahini proudly talked
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about their units, the discipline and regulations theywere taught and lived
by, the battles they fought in, and even about the kind of violence towhich
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Pakistanis, Biharis, and those Bengalis who
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The soldiers, however, rarely talked about their treatment of women,
although many casually mentioned that they had joined the army not to
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save women, but their country. From men who served as wartime security
guards at camps and business premises which were turned into detention
centres for women, I learned about the brutalities inflicted upon women.
Many of these men are troubled that they did not do more to save women
detainees, although some are married to women they rescued. From these
accounts, itwas easy to read that both action and ideology were carefully
planned and upheld by the elite state actors who glorified gruesome
violence as acts of valour and national pride. Perpetrators thus came in
many forms. But sexual violence was not a random act in 1971. The state
made these men freedom fighters and gave them power to carry out itswill
with violence, ifneed be. The rhetoric of war and perception of Pakistanis
and Biharis as the 'enemy' propelled Bengali men to commit horrific acts,
and vice versa, and these often metamorphosed into sexual violence against
women in order to terrorize and force the whole communities into fear and
submission.
The violence thatmen indulged in during the war does not enable us to
understand the history of the Liberation of Bangladesh. Rather, itmakes
us recoil; we want to run away from it.But can we keep running away from
On April 3, 1971, the Pakistan army came to our town. The Biharis in
our railway colony were emboldened. We saw them walking around the
place without fear and itmade us very angry. I and five other friends,
who had joined theMukti Bahini, decided to punish them.We went to
one of our Bihari neighbours' house. I used to call him 'uncle' and his
daughter was my sister's friend. She used to refer tome as 'brother'. But
that day all human ties were broken.
We forcibly entered the house ... grabbed the young girl and stripped
her naked. She was struck with fear and shame. She ran out of the house
and we ran after her. The crowd pursuing her grew in size. I had only
one thought inmy mind. T want to rape and destroy this girl. I want to
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destroy the Biharis, they are our enemies.'
... Abdul Hussain
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I did not like) saw us chasing the girl.He came out of his house, wrapped
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the girlwith a shawl and took her inside. He told the crowd, 'If you want
to take this girl, take her over my dead body.' We all stood there. No one
had the courage to enter his house and drag her out. At that moment I
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realized I had become a criminal. The gun they had given me was a tool
to kill. They had taught me how to kill. They made me cold like a snake.
'What have I become?',
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I thought. During the war, I committed many
is corrupting; I understand it only today.15
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When I heard this confession from a perpetrator of violence, Iwas dumb
founded. I had not expected to hear such a story.Even as I listened, confus
ing and contradictory thoughts and feelings clashed inmy mind. I found
myself asking: What am I supposed to do? Should I tell him, as I had the
victims, that I empathize with his suffering? Do I tell him he is a criminal
and deserves the agony of his memory? Should my role as a researcher be
predictable, to commiserate with the victims and loathe the perpetrators,
even one such as Biman, whose pain, though
definitely different from his
victim, is deep and troubling. I was confused. Although I could not come
up with a resolution to my own troubled thoughts, I understood then, as
much as I do now, that what I heard was a voice from the grave, a man
damned by his own memories and actions, a lonely, sad figure who cannot
talk about his experiences in the war because he is not allowed to reveal
and expose the criminal actions behind nation-building and nationalism.
Worse still, his story has no place in a Bangladesh that revels in the glory
of victory in 1971. Perpetrators were the Pakistani 'others', so the state tells
people in Bangladesh. It is an easy, uncomplicated story, until we start
investigating. Then the picture becomes convoluted, murky and muddy.
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Perpetrators appear inmany forms and under many guises Pakistani,
Bengali, Bihari. But there is a common element that binds them within a
shared framework. Driven by the spirit of nationalism and nation-building,
these men committed horrific crimes that haunt them even today. Pakistani
soldiers and their Bihari supporters raped and killed to save a nation;
Bengali men also raped and killed in the hope of making a new nation,
which they did. Who is guilty? What was the power that transformed
ordinary men into criminals? I am not saying we should absolve the rapists
and killers, but I am asking who is to blame? I have come to realize from
listening to the stories of survivors that we need tomove beyond the indi
vidual and investigate larger institutions such as the state and the ideology
of nationalism that drove the war and used it to aggrandize power. To
understand the process and creation of the sovereign power of the state that
made citizens into agents for raping, killing, brutalizing, we have to listen
to both victims and perpetrators.16 We would be fools not to listen to what
they are saying, because in their stories is the evidence of what happened
in the Liberation War, a story that has been suppressed.
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I plan to undertake the next segment ofmy research in Pakistan. My aim
there will be to investigate not simply what soldiers and their supporters
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did in East Pakistan (Bangladesh), but what motivated them. How did the
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state make men obedient agents in order to carry out violence against their
countrymen that seems to defy reason and confound our imagination? Did
Pakistani soldiers see their victims as people
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'Hindus'/Bengalis? Was gender violence a result of a temporary failure of
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control of individual passion, or was it a male madness which was carefully
cultivated, orchestrated, and unleashed? My goal is to investigate and
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understand the construction by the state of an ideology ofmasculine power,
and the cultivation of ethnic and religious hatred which were used
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systematically by different groups during thewar. One may ask why should
we tell the pain of victims alongside the troubled memories of the perpe
trators? How can one be an advocate for victims and give voice to perpe
trators too? Bearing witness to 1971 involves a kind of intimacy and
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distancing people, events, and outcomes. One has to locate oneself
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between two poles understanding and the other the refusal to
- so that we
understand recognize we are all part of it, yet do not become
that which we loathe. I have decided to investigate and give voice to the
memories of perpetrators not in order to exonerate or befriend them, but
to examine and represent the belief that the perpetrators in our midst can
'teach' us something about ourselves, and about the possibilities and limits
of being human. If people are cultivated to become perpetrators of
violence, and if their ensuing actions affect us, then should we not examine
the interdependence of all humans? Should we not expose those sites of
power where violent strategies are conceived that validate killing, raping,
and brutalizing one human by another human? A close look at the perpe
trators of 1971 is essential to develop an 'ethico-political thinking' about
violence in postcolonial South Asia.17
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