Abstract
Hate-fuelled violence reconfigures the social landscape in figurative and literal senses: both the emotive fabric of friendship, neighbourhood, love, and the material landscape of the city’s streets, alleys, shopfronts, cars, buses, burial grounds. Hate-violence thus reimagines and re-images the world; restructures it normatively and physically. This photo-essay presents the visual aftermath of the February 2020 communal violence in Delhi. The photographs are situated in a narrative of the author’s personal journey to the sites of violence, along with the history of communal tension in the city and its periodic eruption (usually with the sanction of the State) into large-scale pogroms. Word and image combine to give us a visceral sense of the destruction of a lifeworld and of the personal and political negotiations that follow, through which survivors must, somehow, attempt to channel their anger and grief.
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It couldn’t be clearer. Things have come full circle with the arrest of student leaders who lent their voices to protests against the unabashedly communal Citizenship (Amendment) Act, 2019 (CAA). The allegation? Fomenting riots. If any among us harboured the slightest sense of bewilderment or scepticism about what the silence of the gutted, debris-strewn streets of Northeast Delhi in the final week of February were telling us, these questions ought to be laid to rest: Were both sides culpable? Were there criminal gangs running amok? Was there a free flow of illegal arms in the area? (Fig. 1).
The questions that need to be asked have been hollowed out and made irrelevant by the Delhi Police, under direct control of the Union Home Ministry. As if on autopilot, an all too familiar script is playing itself out now. Under the cover of the pandemic, innocent men and women, some themselves victims of violence, have been disappearing into the interrogation chambers of Delhi Police’s Special Cell. It is the hour once again to sacrificially propitiate the beast.
On previous instances when this happened, it was with the help of special security laws like the Prevention of Terrorism Act, 2002 (POTA), the Terrorist and Disruptive Activities (Prevention) Act, 1987 (TADA) and the Maharashtra Control of Organised Crime Act, 1999 (MCOCA). This time, the Unlawful Activities (Prevention) Act, 1967 (UAPA)—strengthened by assembling the most draconian bits from these earlier legislationsFootnote 1—is the battering ram. Last time, it was young men alleged to be radicalised members of the Students Islamic Movement of India (SIMI) who were targeted. In the crosshairs this time, is the Popular Front of India (PFI). But the cast has now been widened to include dissenting students, journalists, activists and scholars of tribal, Dalit, gender and environmental rights.
Among those accused of “inciting violence” in Northeast Delhi is Safoora Zargar, a student coordinator of Jamia Milia Islamia University’s sustained protests against the CAA. She is over three months into her pregnancy, but booked under the UAPA, is unlikely to get bail. Manish Sirohi, an arms dealer found in possession of arms and ammunition while Northeast Delhi burned, was booked and arrested under a First Information Report (FIR) bizarrely bearing the same number as the one Zargar is booked under. But indicted under the Arms Act, 1959, Sirohi was recently granted bail citing the need to decongest prisons and avoid risk to health due to the pandemic. Even Kafkaesque feels an inadequate term to capture the maddening injustice of what is unfolding.
What began as a “riot” on 23 February 2019 quickly turned into a “pogrom”,Footnote 2 claiming 53 lives by 26 February 2019, 38 of which were Muslim. Majority of those who have been injured or have fallen victim to arson too are from the minority community. On orders to keep investigations going despite the pandemic, the Delhi Police has arrested hundreds of people, claiming the numbers of those arrested from the two communities are almost identical.Footnote 3 And yet, hawkish commentators have not missed the opportunity to try and lock our gaze on those “regressive” madrasas and darul ulooms of Northeast Delhi that maintain their orthodox grip on their flock, breeding radicalism, or on the criminal gangs that offer protection. What of the hordes of aimless young men, they ask? Indeed, what of them?
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‘The mosques have never been this full before. This is a time for mourning, for contemplation,’ said Ibrahim Saifi, a young man associated with a local peace-building organisation in Mustafabad, as we stood at the end of a narrow alley, garbage heaped on street corners and an open drain flowing with grey sludge inches away from us. ‘But there is a lot of fear and suspicion in the air,’ he says by way of explaining the reticence of Babu Khan’s relatives in speaking about his two sons who had been killed in February’s targeted violence.
A few paces into the alley, Khan was seated on one of a row of plastic chairs lined-up outside his house, where relatives had gathered for a wake. As he spoke, the distraught father sighed with every sentence. The bodies of his sons Amir and Hashim Ali had been retrieved from the Ganga Vihar drainage canal earlier that morning and transferred to the mortuary at Guru Teg Bahadur Hospital. When he was called in to identify the bodies at Gokulpuri police station, Hindu neighbours told Khan that they had witnessed the murder of his sons by Hindu mobs the previous day. The young men had been intercepted on their way home from a relative’s house, killed, and their bodies dumped in the canal on the evening of 26 February 2019, hours after National Security Advisor Ajit Doval visited the area and assured anxious residents that peace had been restored.
When asked if the neighbours could be convinced to testify, no one at Babu Khan’s gathering had any hope. Some were even annoyed by the question. There seemed a tacit understanding that legal processes were a waste of time and chasing justice may even be an impediment to future peace—reconciliation, without the truth bit. A word I kept hearing was sabr—stoic forbearance, patient suffering—which many felt was the only way to make sense of the hand they had been dealt. It reminded me of Noah Yuval Harari’s observation of suffering as the most enduring of themes that characterise the stories we tell ourselves as a species.Footnote 4
But they don’t make the questions go away, nor the helpless rage. The next morning, as Khan and his eldest son Sheruddin stepped out of the mortuary weeping inconsolably, they struggled to understand why their innocent loved ones had to die such a cruel death. Their bodies showed burns and stab wounds. ‘They were harmless, gentle boys… Wouldn’t have hurt a fly,’ Khan sobbed as he tried to hold his phone steady for a TV camera. On the screen was a photograph of 30-year-old Hashim, one of the deceased brothers, at Raj Ghat, standing by Mahatma Gandhi’s memorial. ‘I wish their killers an equally painful death. May no one even offer them water in their final moments,’ Sheruddin spat out as the tears streamed down.
The brothers represented a large cross section of young men in the area. Amir, the youngest, worked as a driver, and Hashim worked as a tailor in a small-scale garment unit with his older brother. In the aftermath of the violence, it was found that many such units had had their machinery stolen or burnt. These modest and precarious livelihoods were built on the dashed hopes of industrial zones springing up in Shahdara. Migrant settlers—many of them Muslim and/or lower caste—came from various parts of Uttar Pradesh (UP) in search of employment.
But these frontiers of a new Delhi also became home to some of the city’s older Muslim populations. Following communal flare-ups in the heart of the old city in 1974, Muslim communities from areas like Turkman gate, Ballimaran and Daryaganj were forcibly relocated with the aim of breaking their strength in numbers. Resettlement colonies were chalked out in Trilokpuri, Nand Nagri and Khichripur by planners during the days of iron-fisted Emergency rule.Footnote 5 Afraid that their community would be fragmented and sent to various fringes of the city, the poor evictees petitioned Jagmohan Malhotra—then Vice-Chairman of the Delhi Development Authority and Sanjay Gandhi’s trusted lieutenant in executing his Delhi “beautification” ambitions—to let them be close to each other and their traditional occupations. Jagmohan’s response was typical of the majoritarian Hindi heartland’s attitude towards Muslims since Partition. ‘Do you think we are mad to destroy one Pakistan to create another Pakistan?’ he is recorded as having said.Footnote 6 The trauma of being turned out of one’s generations-old home or being denied the right to return to it was probably not a new feeling for many of those evictees. The havelis of Shahjahanabad are rife with such stories from the days of the Partition.Footnote 7
That evening, as the funeral procession for the brothers made its way past us to the burial ground in Mustafabad, I stood at the entrance to Noor Masjid and listened to Fahimuddin Abid, a soft-spoken, middle-aged carpenter recount a story of solidarity often heard in times of mass violence. As tensions rose, with news of rioting coming in from all directions, he ferried an elderly Hindu businessman he often worked for from Mustafabad to his home in Shiv Vihar—the area where Muslims experienced the worst targeted violence.
‘We couldn’t find any transport at that tense, late hour. I knew he had trouble with his heart, so I carried him on my back,’ Abid said matter-of-factly. ‘And then I too got back home safe,’ he added as an afterthought as he slipped off his sandals and headed towards the little fountain where others like him were washing their arms and feet in thoughtful silence, preparing for prayer. The muezzin’s call, competing with thunder in the gathering grey sky, resounded through the narrow lanes of Old Mustafabad milling with people.
Most of them had poured in from surrounding areas like Khajoori Khas, Karawal Nagar, Chandbagh, Jyoti Nagar and Shiv Vihar, fleeing the pogrom. That was before the oppressive isolation of the coronavirus lockdown came to India. In the days following the violence, residents were bricking up and barricading with iron gates, lanes already segregated on religious lines, bracing for social distancing of an older variety in the subcontinent.Footnote 8
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Despite the show of force with the deployment of paramilitaries to calm affected areas, there were several accounts of journalists being roughed up and threatened by gangs of Hindutva thugs as they continued looting and burning deserted homes and shops. I realized from preliminary news reports that the Al Hind Hospital in Mustafabad had become a safe haven of sorts and decided to begin photographing there. The bloodied map of Delhi was at the back of my mind as I made my way to Northeast Delhi on the metro. An elderly man was excitedly showing his neighbour a video on his phone, and at Trilokpuri station he abruptly rose and made his way to the door. As he exited, he hollered to his friend, ‘Jaago Hinduon, jaago!’—Wake up Hindus, wake up!
Trilokpuri had been one of the worst affected in the 1984 anti-Sikh pogrom unleashed by Indian National Congress ministers, loyalists and thugs to avenge the assassination of Indira Gandhi by followers of Jarnail Singh Bhindranwale, the firebrand cleric who was by then symbol of a movement for greater autonomy for the state of Punjab.Footnote 9 When justice is delayed and ultimately denied to the victims of hate killings, it is easy for old prejudices to grow unchecked. Old traumas seldom die with unsung dirges, and hate speech raises its ugly head time after time. Bhindranwale’s grandstanding and his incitements against Hindus led to a spate of killings in Punjab, and probably helped Congress loyalists and others prime the air for pogroms in Delhi’s already traumatised post-Partition mohallas and camps-turned-unauthorised-colonies.Footnote 10 Those spurred into mob hysteria,Footnote 11 whether by the Sajjan Kumars of 1984 or Kapil Mishras of 2020, make these recurring cycles of bloodletting since 1947 seem immutable.
Within a week of the 2020 violence in Delhi, a news feature had recounted a taxi driver bragging about going out with his friends under the cover of night, shutting out the power in the Muslim lanes of Chandbagh, and going on a rampage. ‘Gun in one hand, sword in the other.’ His aunt apparently marvelled with pride at how much he resembled his father who had gone out with the same swagger in 1984.Footnote 12 Political psychologist Ashis Nandy speaks of how ordinary men look for temporary fame and heroism through the act of killing, but live with permanent damage.Footnote 13 But clearly, some are left unperturbed by the butchery they participate in.
In a zone of violence where identities decide one’s right to live, it is only natural for me to be conscious of my own heritage. My parents had an inter-faith marriage and when they came to Dehradun the year following the anti-Sikh pogrom, they were largely unfamiliar with the Partition-scarred social landscape of Northern India. Eventually, witnessing the Ramjanmabhoomi mobilisation, they grew acutely conscious of the communal fault lines. Taking care to choose their houses in cosmopolitan localities, they passed on that geographical awareness to their children. My parents did their best to keep our identity irreligiously secular while dealing with the narrow imaginations of school clerks or government servants issuing identity documents.
If the babus found it difficult to make sense of my secular identity, what chance did I have with mobs of roving vigilantes? I had a press card that carried just my own neutral name, and I left all other IDs bearing my parents’ names at home. Will the Hindutva mobs pull down my pants? Will they ask me to recite the Hanuman Chalisa? Time was running out. I looked at the map, aware of the mixed mosaic of communities packed into Northeast Delhi, and chose Johri Enclave metro station, just north of more tense ones like Jaffrabad where the violence had begun.
Exiting the anonymous tidiness of the Delhi Metro, I ventured out into the dusty outskirts of Johripur, on the border with UP’s badlands. Looking at Gurjar name plaques outside homes, I shuddered thinking of Kapil Baisala (alias Gurjar), the 29-year-old who only weeks ago had shot at the peaceful gathering at Shaheen Bagh, shouting ‘Only Hindus will have any say in this country.’Footnote 14 I still shudder when I think of his grotesque dance among the fawning friends who greeted him with garlands and cheers when he was released on bail.
And yet they ask, evoking the spectre of Islamic radicalisation, what of the hordes of aimless young men? Add “bereft of hope” to that characterisation, and you get a sense of the faces I saw in Mustafabad. Making my way through the Hindu residential localities and marketplaces with my camera packed in my bag, I heaved a sigh of relief that first time I crossed the network of putrid sewage canals into the shabbier Muslim lanes of Mustafabad, which evoked all the neglect and underdevelopment the Sachar Committee Report brought to light nearly 15 years ago.Footnote 15 And I knew it wasn’t just me, with the vulnerability of my mixed lineage, who felt safer there. Ananya Bhardwaj of The Print, among others, has spoken of the hostility of Hindu vigilantes and their selective targeting of journalists’ cameras.Footnote 16
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Perverse as it may sound, concerns of social justice aside, the thrill of documenting conflict and tragedy while oneself being exposed to danger is something reporters have long acknowledged, even theorised about. In such places and situations, ‘reality is open, and easier to grab,’ as veteran war photographer Luc Delahaye has observed.Footnote 17 The shock from the encounter with “the real” that Delahaye refers to, breaks through the sense of alienation from the mundane and safe lives experienced by many of us who come from sheltered, privileged backgrounds.
But the bigger point Delahaye makes about photography being a truly phenomenological practice makes me think of what documentary filmmaker Adam Curtis said a few years ago—that the most radical thing you could do to resist the war in Syria, was to leave the safety of your home, go to Aleppo, and just be there.Footnote 18 Curtis was reiterating an old axiom about the virtue of bearing witness, and the moral clear-sightedness that it could bring. It probably still wouldn’t offer a cure for that condition in which you can no longer make sense of what you are looking at. The fog of the information wars today is made up as much of doctored videos shared on right-wing ecosystems,Footnote 19 as of outright denial in the face of real documentary evidence of crimes against humanity.Footnote 20
I feel wary of the tired tropes I might deploy to elicit the viewer’s outrage—a child staring back at you blankly, or accusatorily if you are prone towards a sense of collective guilt or shame; holy books burnt to a crisp to represent the total breakdown of the social contract; childbirth to signify regeneration, and the like. Could I honestly hope to break into the daily stream of partisan visual media and appeal to the viewer at some subconscious level? What can set straight the twisted reality of ex-MLA Jagdish Pradhan laying his hand on the shoulder of the Hindu youth in Shiv Vihar who took a pellet in his back during the violence, elevating him to martyr status? How long will he carry the scar like a badge of honour in his crusade against whatever imagined historic wrong he is avenging? (Fig. 20)
While I make my defence of photography’s powers to document injustice, and to stand resolutely against our tendency to forget and bury unpleasant reality, my tribe might be losing the battle. Footage from hundreds of anonymous mobile phones and omniscient surveillance cameras is being gathered and weaponised against the residents of Northeast Delhi as evidence of colluding in the violence. If you were spotted on camera, on the wrong street on one of those chaotic days, it does not matter anymore if you were there to help ferry someone to safety, looking for a loved one, or simply trying to get home yourself.Footnote 21
In her recent book Potential History: Unlearning Imperialism,Footnote 22 Ariella Azoulay speaks at length about European museums as symbolic of historic crimes, filled with memorialised objects plundered from colonies, shorn of their contexts, but brought over methodically numbered and catalogued. She makes a belaboured critique of photography, binding it to the beginnings of empire. But she is on target when she ‘tries to think about a relationship between the undocumented people and the documented objects,’Footnote 23 referring to the unwanted migrants from former colonies and client states knocking on Europe’s door today, making a claim to the land, as it were, through those objects in the museums. She goes on to say, ‘going to museums and realising your complicity in the act of spectatorship… violence is mediated through documents. This is one of the particularities of empire: documents acquired as sites of legitimacy. We have to unlearn the document. We have to unlearn documentary and unlearn documentation. We have to unlearn the foundations of knowledge.’Footnote 24
I might wish to turn Azoulay’s indictment of photographic documentation on its head. But all I have as a historic reservoir is the humanitarian cliché, ‘family of man’—the landmark exhibition curated by Edward Steichen in 1955 that celebrated ordinary people from all over the world, and their shared humanity, cutting across nationality, gender, and class.Footnote 25 It is a worthy companion to her call to arms against documents, and certainly appeals to the anarchic impulse in those of us who question the hold nation-states have over our lives. There is something in Azoulay’s entreaty that affirms the beauty in the teeming chaos of India with its porous borders and its unorganised ways, faced as it is today with the regularising zeal of amoral and insecure forces, maladjusted with modernity and selectively deriving from it technologies of control, environmental plunder, and capital accumulation.
When students, religious minorities and migrant workers chant in defiance, ‘Hum kaagaz nahin dikhayenge’—We will not show our documents—it is the distinct echo of that same plea against bureaucratic, documentary regimes I hear. Alas, some of us cannot resist the urge to document these historic moments. Nor can we sit by and watch the dust kicked up by hate-spewing politicians and their marauding mobs, settle without a trace.
Notes
Manisha Sethi, ‘Delhi Riot Conspiracy Theory: Aim is to Make Every Muslim Guilty’ (Outlook Magazine, 28 April 2020) <https://www.outlookindia.com/website/story/delhi-riot-conspiracy-theory-aim-is-to-make-every-muslim-guilty/351674> accessed on 4 June 2020.
For a discussion of the conceptual distinctions between these categories, see: Paul R. Brass, Forms of Collective Violence: Riots, Pogroms and Genocide in Contemporary India (Three Essays Collective 2011).
Office of the Commissioner of Delhi, ‘Rejoinder regarding ‘Rescripting North-East Delhi riots – and question of justice’ (Twitter, 16 May 2020) <https://twitter.com/DelhiPolice/status/1261653724885184513?s=20> accessed on 4 June 2020; Vikas Kumar and Radhika Chitkara, ‘Rescripting North-East Delhi riots – and question of justice’ (The Hindu, May 16 2020) <https://www.thehindu.com/news/cities/Delhi/rescripting-north-east-delhi-riots-and-the-question-of-justice/article31597139.ece> accessed on 4 June 2020.
Intelligence Squared, ‘Yuval Noah Harari on the myths we need to survive’ (YouTube, 23 October 2015) <https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UTchioiHM0U> accessed on 4 June 2020.
Praveen Swami, ‘Delhi’s Communal Violence Has Illuminated an India with a Blind Right Eye, Unable to See Abyss Ahead’ (News18, 28 February 2020) <https://www.news18.com/news/opinion/delhis-communal-violence-has-illuminated-an-india-with-a-blind-right-eye-unable-to-see-the-abyss-ahead-2518395.html> accessed on 4 June 2020.
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Atikh Rashid, ‘Did India deal differently with Muslim refugees after Partition?’ (The Indian Express, 27 February 2020) <https://indianexpress.com/article/explained/partition-hindu-sikh-muslim-refugees-nehru-pm-modi-parliament-caa-6287306/> accessed on 4 June 2020.
Asaf Ali Lone, ‘Fragmented Identities: (Re)living the “Partition” Today’ (The Wire, 31 December 2019) <https://thewire.in/urban/india-cities-muslims-partition> accessed on 4 June 2020.
Virginia Van Dyke, ‘The Anti-Sikh Riots of 1984 in Delhi: Politicians, Criminals, and the Discourse of Communalism’ in Paul R Brass (ed), Riots and Pogroms (Macmillan 1996).
William K. Stevens, ‘India Events: A New Order of Difficulty’ (The New York Times, 12 June 1984) <https://www.nytimes.com/1984/06/12/world/india-events-a-new-order-of-difficulty.html> accessed on 4 June 2020.
Veena Das, ‘Anthropological Knowledge and Collective Violence: The Riots in Delhi, November 1984’ [1985] 1 Anthropology Today 4.
Arunabh Saika, ‘“I coloured my sword red”: Meet Delhi rioters who say they killed Muslims’ (Scroll.in, 4 March 2020) <https://scroll.in/article/955044/meet-the-rioters-who-say-they-killed-muslims-in-delhi-violence> accessed on 4 June 2020.
Aditi Tandon, ‘Ashis Nandy: It’s very difficult to go back to pre-violent days after you’ve once participated, killed’ (The Tribune, 8 March 2020) <https://www.tribuneindia.com/news/features/ashis-nandy-its-very-difficult-to-go-back-to-pre-violent-days-after-youve-once-participated-killed-52702> accessed on 4 June 2020.
Mukesh Singh Sengar, ‘Shaheen Bagh Shooter Who Shouted “Only Hindus Will Rule” Gets Bail’ (NDTV, 7 March 2020) <https://www.ndtv.com/india-news/shaheen-bagh-shooter-kapil-baisala-who-shouted-only-hindus-will-rule-gets-bail-2191634> accessed on 4 June 2020.
Ministry of Minority Affairs’ Government of India ‘Social, Economic and Educational Status of the Muslim Community in India: A Report’ (November 2008) <http://www.minorityaffairs.gov.in/sites/default/files/sachar_comm.pdf> accessed on 4 June 2020.
The Print, ‘In our 400th episode: Decluttering Delhi riots with The Print’s team of intrepid young journalists’ (YouTube, 26 February 2020) <https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FRoR-aMtulU> accessed on 4 June 2020.
Blind Shutter, ‘Magnum Photos—The Changing of a Myth’ (YouTube, 6 August 2013) <https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AOHmvL5KeXw> accessed on 4 June 2020.
See generally, Dan Schindel, ‘“Documenrary filmmaking has become so rigid”: Adam Curtis on Storytelling Today’ (Hyperallergic, 16 March 2017) <https://hyperallergic.com/365444/documentary-reporting-has-become-so-rigid-adam-curtis-on-storytelling-today/> accessed on 4 June 2020.
Mohammad Ali, ‘The Rise of a Hindu Vigilante in the Age of WhatsApp and Modi’ (Wired, 14 April 2020) <https://www.wired.com/story/indias-frightening-descent-social-media-terror/> accessed on 4 June 2020.
Janine di Giovanni, ‘Why Assad and Russia Target the White Helmets’ (The New York Review of Books, 16 October 2018) <https://www.nybooks.com/daily/2018/10/16/why-assad-and-russia-target-the-white-helmets/> accessed on 4 June 2020.
Vijayta Lalwani, ‘“Got your azaadi?”: Investigation into Delhi violence sparks concerns about bias against Muslims (Scroll.in, 24 May 2020) <https://scroll.in/article/962567/got-your-azaadi-investigation-into-delhi-violence-sparks-concerns-about-bias-against-muslims> accessed on 4 June 2020.
Ariella Azoulay, Potential History: Unlearning Imperialism (Verso 2019).
Hrag Vartanian, ‘Connecting Museums, Modern Art, Colonialism, and Violence’ (Hyperallergic, 11 March 2020) <https://hyperallergic.com/547296/connecting-museums-modern-art-colonialism-and-violence/> accessed on 4 June 2020.
Azoulay (n 22) 9.
‘The Family of Man: photography that united the planet—in pictures’ (The Guardian, 6 November 2015) <https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/gallery/2015/nov/06/the-family-of-man-photography-united-the-planet-edward-steichen> accessed on 4 June 2020.
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Roshan, N. Patience. Jindal Global Law Review 11, 97–134 (2020). https://doi.org/10.1007/s41020-020-00117-2
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