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Muslim Political Discourse in Postcolonial India
Monuments Memory Contestation 1st Edition Hilal
Ahmed Digital Instant Download
Author(s): Hilal Ahmed
ISBN(s): 9781317559542, 1317559541
Edition: 1
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Year: 2014
Language: english
Muslim Political Discourse
in Postcolonial India
Hilal Ahmed’s book is a pioneering exploration of the politics of historical
monuments, an interdisciplinary work linking the analysis of law, history and
politics. It offers a remarkable analysis of the ways in which reinterpreted images
of the past work as resources for mobilization and action in the political present.
The book also offers a fascinating analysis of the politics around the Jama Masjid
in Delhi – showing how religious monuments transform into sites of the political
public sphere. Ahmed provides an insightful examination of the construction
of historical memory and a sophisticated exploration of the complex effects of
democratic mobilization on the political identity of Indian Muslims.
Sudipta Kaviraj
Professor of Indian Politics and Intellectual History, Middle Eastern,
South Asian and African Studies, Columbia University, New York
What could be more concrete, more singular in meaning than a building? In fact,
many different actors have made signage, use, disputation, and rituals have made
India’s built past centrally important in defining nationalism and belonging.
Citizens absorb the assumptions of national identities as wholly natural, and the
historical meanings attached to sites and buildings are part of those identities. Hilal
Ahmed’s book provides a fresh and original analysis to understanding cultural
and political life in India’s culturally plural society today.
Barbara Metcalf
Professor of History Emerita, University of California, Davis
Hilal Ahmed analyses the way in which political groups, both Hindu and
Muslim, have used the great monuments of the Indo-Islamic tradition for political
mobilisation. His book is one of the most important and innovative pieces of
research of recent times. No scholar in the field should ignore it.
Francis Robinson
Professor of the History of South Asia, Royal Holloway,
University of London
Muslim Political Discourse
in Postcolonial India
Monuments, Memory, Contestation
Hilal aHmed
First published 2014
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1. Introduction 1
6. Conclusion 275
Appendices 284
Select Bibliography 290
About the Author 316
Index 317
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Tables and Figures
Tables
4.1 Imam’s Politics Compared: Memory, Law and History 184
Figures
2.1: Legal Classification of Indian Buildings (1810–63) 68
2.2: The Process of Monumentalisation and the 1904 Act 82
2.3: Classification of Ancient Monuments
by The Conservation Manual (1923) 86
2.4: Conservation of Religious Places of Worship (1904–47) 87
1
The term ‘Hindutva’ refers to the politics of Hindu rightists that has
emerged in the mid-1980s. Interestingly, the Supreme Court of India has
taken it too literally and conceptualises the ‘Hindutva’ as a way of life
(AIR 1996 SC, 1113). However, it should be noted that the rightist Hindu
groups, which are often called the constituents of ‘Hindutva family’
popularly known as the Sangh Parivar, do not follow any single political
ideology. In fact, the Ram Temple issue gave them an opportunity to form
an informal political coalition.
2 Muslim Political Discourse in Postcolonial India
3
Sudipta Kaviraj reminds us: ‘[t]he first step in developing the critique
of any ideological discourse . . . must be to disbelieve its autobiography,
the history, it gives to itself’ (2010: 88). Following this suggestion, I also
try to avoid the ‘secular-communal’ binary. In my view, these ideological
labels are intrinsically associated with the dominant narrative of modern
Muslim politics.
4
The term ‘functional site’ referred to those buildings, which were being
used for a variety of purposes including, religious worship. On the other
hand, the term ‘non-functional site’ was employed for those buildings,
which had been almost abandoned by local communities such as non-
functional religious places, ruins and/or dilapidated structures. However,
the distinction between functional and non-functional sites should not
be confused with a similar kind of difference between ‘living sites’ and
‘dead sites’. In fact, this clarification is very crucial to understanding the
local reception of officially declared historical monuments in postcolonial
India. It is true that the non-functional sites are ‘dead sites’ in the actual
physical sense. Nevertheless, we cannot ignore the local religious meanings
of these sites, which are very different from objective secular meanings. In
this sense, these non-functional buildings are supposed to possess certain
historical values, but in more subtle metaphysical terms.
4 Muslim Political Discourse in Postcolonial India
I
WHaT is muslim PoliTics?
What is postcolonial Muslim politics? This question is directly
related to different approaches to Muslim politics and the manner,
Introduction 5
5
The literature on Indian Muslims does not deal with the question of
Muslim politics directly. These studies raise diverse issues and propose a
number of distinct, and even, contradictory arguments. However, despite
several conceptual and methodological differences, almost all major studies
make very explicit observations and comments on Muslim politics. In fact,
the clear adherence of these scholars to define ideological positions gives us
an opportunity to classify various interpretations of Muslim politics.
6 Muslim Political Discourse in Postcolonial India
6
He argues: ‘[e]very religious community must be free to define the
essentials of its faith and the secular state must respect these essentials
and protect them from external interference. A secular state should not
take the task of religious reforms even in the name of social reforms’
(Shahabuddin 1987: 435–36).
8 Muslim Political Discourse in Postcolonial India
7
In my view, Ahmad’s work highlights three limitations of sociological
researchers on Indian Muslim communities — the limits of historicism, which
questions the tendency to employ historical facts/categories available in
historical literature to understand contemporary Muslim societies; the
limits of macro generalisations, which somehow make a conscious endeavour
to identify a fixed ‘model’ for analysing diverse Muslim social groups in
India; and finally the limits of grand India specific explanation that does not
allow the study of specific social formation(s) (Ahmad 1972). This is an
interesting critique. It points towards the rigid boundaries of conventional
sociological thinking about Indian Muslims. At the same time, Ahmad
seems to suggest that the social and cultural linkages between ‘India’ and
its non-Hindu communities ought to be studied to compile a sociology
of India. Thus, Ahmad’s prime intellectual objective has been to examine
the complex sociological ‘merger’ between the ever-evolving local cultures
(which should not be entirely understood as Hindu culture) and the non-
Hindu communities. In this sense, Ahmad’s work introduces us to a highly
complex process of social assimilation.
8
It is important to clarify that the authors in these volumes do not take
any given ideological position. In fact, Imtiaz Ahmad’s introductions are
very carefully written. These introductions do not attempt to divert the
basic thrust of different essays despite upholding and endorsing a basic
theoretical formulation. Consequently, these volumes not only introduced
the Islamic assimilation in India and its various shades as a strong
intellectual position but also helped in generating a healthy academic
debate on Indian Muslims.
Introduction 11
9
The concept of Islamisation, in this case, is seen on historical and social
bases. However, Ahmad does not clarify the exact meanings and historical
significance of the terms like ‘tabligh’ or ‘tanzim’ in medieval India.
These words originated in the later colonial period when organisations
like Tablighi Jamaat and the Jamaat-e-Islami came into existence. Later
in this article, the words like ‘communal’ and ‘Islamisation’ are used
interchangeably, particularly to describe the Muslim political attitude in
postcolonial India.
12 Muslim Political Discourse in Postcolonial India
(a) The social hierarchies among Muslims and the Islamic plu-
rality in India are the constant and uniform factors which
could legitimately be employed to study Muslim politics
in India.
(b) There is only one Muslim politics in India, which promotes
separatism and communalism in the country and conse-
quently is an anti-thesis of secular politics.
(c) This Muslim politics is a direct result of Islamisation.
(d) Islamisation is a process which has emerged because of
increasing Sanskritisation.
(e) There is no independent agenda of Muslim politics. It does
not invent potential issues for itself. Instead, it simply
responds either to the agenda of the state or the politics of
Hindu rightists.
(f) There is no problem with the constitutional ideal as well as
legal structure related to secularism in India. However, for
achieving a truly secular state, a secular society is needed.
10
Interestingly Ahmad justifies this point by pointing out the increasing
mass base of the Muslim League in north India. He writes in a footnote
that the bulk of the League’s workers ‘are still not voters or have become
voters recently’ (Ahmad 1974: 27, n. 2). With this additional observation
he rationalises the existence of Muslim separatism!
14 Muslim Political Discourse in Postcolonial India
11
His criticism of Theodore Wright’s study of Jamaat-e-Islami can be a
good example to further illustrate this point. Wright analyses the role of
Jamaat-e-Islami in the process of modernisation of Indian Muslims. He
compares the activities of the Jamaat with the Bilalians, a movement of the
Black Muslim communities in the United States (US) in the 1960s. Introducing
the concept of ‘inadvertent modernisation’, Wright argues that the activities
Introduction 15
14
According to Shakir, the Muslim communist leaders or the Muslim
leaders in communist parties do not follow this kind of politics (1983: 89).
Introduction 17
I am afraid the theology in its received form does not imply human
liberation . . . it concerns itself exclusively with liberation in purely
metaphysical sense and outside the process of history . . . it is because
the received theology has been an ally of establishment and the theo-
logians benefactor of status quo . . . Hence it is necessary to develop a
liberation theology if religion has to be meaningful to the oppressed
and weak who follow it most.
1960s, the political pact between the Imam Bukhari of Jama Masjid
and the Janata Party in 1977 and the political agenda of Muslim
Majlis-e-Mushawarat in 1962. Shakir’s study does not look at the
changing political forms of Muslim politics.
The second problem is related to the application of Marxism.
Moin Shakir points out that the difference between the organic intel-
lectuals and the traditional intellectuals, as described by Gramsci,
is absent among the Muslims in India. At the same time, Shakir
notes, the Muslim leaders have a considerable influence over the
Muslim masses. They are the defenders of traditional values and
religion. In this situation, therefore, Shakir suggests, we need to
see the politics of the Muslim elite in entirety (1983: 6–7).
It is important to note that Gramsci’s distinction between
organic and traditional intellectuals is based on a concrete histori-
cal context. He discusses the ways by which the hegemony of a
class/group is crystallised by these two kinds of intellectuals in
different historical moments.15 Thus, for applying this distinction
between organic and traditional intellectuals on Muslim politics,
15
The term ‘intellectuals’ in Gramsci’s analysis, refers to those indi-
viduals in a social group, who play a particular organisational role.
Gramsci identifies two types of intellectuals: the ‘traditional’ and the
‘organic’. The organic intellectuals are those who formulate the ideology
and interests of a particular class or social group. Gramsci writes, ‘every
social group, coming into existence on the original terrain of an essential
function in the world of economic production, creates together with itself,
organically, one or more strata of intellectuals which give it homogeneity
and an awareness of its own function, not only in the economic but also in
the social and political fields’ (1971: 5). On the other hand, the traditional
intellectuals are those intellectuals who have been formulating the
ideology of that particular social group for sustaining an older hegemonic
project. Gramsci sees an interesting relationship between the traditional
and organic intellectuals. He notes, ‘one of the most important
characteristics of any group that is developing towards dominance is
its struggle to assimilate and to conquer “ideologically” the traditional
intellectuals, but this assimilation and conquest is made quicker and more
efficacious the more the group in question succeeds in simultaneously
elaborating its own organic intellectuals’ (ibid.: 10). In this sense, the new
organic intellectuals assimilate within the given hegemonic project, but
at the same time, conquer it by re-formulating a new hegemony for the
social group.
Introduction 21
16
Brass’s two major works, his book Language, Religion and Politics in
North India (1974) and his essay, ‘Elite Groups, Symbol Manipulation and
Ethnic Identity among the Muslims of South Asia’ (1977) are noteworthy.
These two studies discuss the complexities of Muslim politics in post-
Independence India in great detail.
22 Muslim Political Discourse in Postcolonial India
IV
Rested, although no nearer a definite plan for resubjugation of the
telepuppet team, Stewart cautiously watched the robots from behind
an outcropping. To this concealed vantage point he had led Carol,
Director Randall and McAllister while the automatons had been
occupied with recharging.
"You're going to try some more voice commands on the OC?" Carol's
voice came softly through the earphones as she squirmed to find
more comfort within the folds of her oversized sheath.
"We're not doing anything," Stewart said firmly, "until that thing is
well occupied with transmission."
McAllister's boot came in contact with something hard and he bent
down to inspect it. "Say, what's this?"
Randall went over to see. "A burnt-out telepuppet, obviously."
Stewart had a look too. "It's an Algae Detector. But, since there's no
water around here, it hasn't had a chance to exercise its function.
Electronic atrophy must have set in."
"It's riddled with drill holes," McAllister noted. "Looks like one of
those other puppets worked it over."
Stewart examined the thing. The pilot was right.
"At least one of our robots seems to have overcome its inhibition
against analyzing pure metal," Randall observed, prodding it.
"Or maybe something else has been around here," McAllister said.
The director looked up sharply.
"Something else? Like what?" Carol laughed at the pilot's
unreasonable concern.
McAllister only hunched his bony shoulders.
It was not difficult for Stewart to see that McAllister was afraid.
Neither the pilot nor Mortimer was generally known in the Bureau for
his courage. That their apprehension had grown to visible proportions
out there on this Godforsaken edge of infinity was merely an
expected extension of their characters.
Rather, it was Randall's fear—Randall's and his own—that concerned
Stewart. Both seemed incommunicable. Stewart's reticence was
involuntary, stemming as it did from his inability to find words for his
incomprehensible dread. And he wondered whether the director's
fear, too, was that inexpressible.
He picked up a clod of soil and crumbled it in his gloved hand, as
though symbolizing his anxious desire to come to grips with whatever
it was that hid behind a veil in his mind.
Randall lowered himself on his haunches. "Don't we have any
emergency means of bringing that machine under control?"
"Oh, there are a couple of tricks. Manhandling it is one."
Carol hugged her knees and laughed skeptically. "That thing?"
"There's a recessed deactivation switch in its lower section. All I have
to do is get my hand on it."
"And all it has to do," she retorted dubiously, "is get one of its fifty-
pound vises on you."
She seized his hand and, through two layers of rubberized material,
he sensed the unsteadiness of her grip. "Do be careful, Dave."
He was impressed. It wasn't often she allowed her more serious
nature to show through candidly.
She rose suddenly and turned to face a distant mountain range.
Randall tensed. "Yes, Carol—what is it?"
Profuse light from the primary etched lines of concern on her brow.
"I'm sensing electronic spill-off from somewhere up in those peaks—
perhaps beyond."
Randall's breath rasped in the earphones. But he only said, "Spurious
stuff. Reflections caused by a dense magnetic field can throw you off
like that, you know."
She nodded—not enthusiastically, however.
Stewart glanced at the director, who looked swiftly away. But their
eyes had met for an instant and, in Randall's, Stewart wondered
whether he hadn't detected something cunning, elusive. Or was it
just the same nameless fear that he, himself, felt.
"There it goes!" McAllister exclaimed. "The OC's getting ready to
transmit!"
Elbows splayed along the ridge, Carol watched the huge machine
steadying its parabolic discs on a spot close to the horizon.
"See if you can pick up some of the spill-off," Stewart urged.
She waved for silence. "I'm beginning to get it now."
"Can you pinpoint the frequency?"
"Just a notch about one thirty-six point two MCs."
"On the nose, isn't it?" Randall asked.
"Close enough. How are the signals, Carol?"
"They seem shipshape, well modulated, crammed with data. I can
even read some bits having to do with oxygen—plenty of it—in that
cave over there, I believe." She pointed, then glanced at Stewart.
"There's no malfunctioning at all!"
He retrieved his transmitter and switched from MCW to CW. "That
simplifies our task. When we re-establish control, all we'll have to do
is reorient the OC."
Randall walked several feet away, kicked a stone, glanced up at the
sky and returned. "What now?"
Stewart retuned his transmitter. "Penultimate emergency procedure.
I'm going to come down with both heels on the frequency at which it
received code signals from the relay base."
"But can you give it coded commands?"
"I'm just going to lock the sending key on a steady impulse. It's a
'stop-everything' order." He hit the lever.
Carol winced. "Ouch. I wasn't ready for that."
"What's it doing now?" he demanded.
"Still transmitting. No interruption."
He released the key. "Well that exhausts our bag of tricks. We'll have
to do it by hand."
Just then Carol's amused laughter tinkled in the earphones. "Why,
that harebrain machine thinks it's God!"
Randall started. "What?"
"I'm having a peek at its PM&R pack spill-off. It's lord and master of
the universe! There's only one thing worthy of touching its pedal pad
—the puppet barge. That's because the barge, being metal too, is a
totem!"
The director shook his head and mumbled, "Most unusual." Then,
"Carol! Can you see anything at all significant in its memory pack?
Any evidence of—"
But in the next instant she screamed and lunged back away from a
foot-long metallic crab that had drawn up before her.
"The Flora C&A!" Stewart made a grab for the thing, but it skirted his
gloved hand and started forward again.
McAllister backed away until he came up against the outcropping
beside the girl. Squirming qualmishly, he kicked out and caught the
crab broadside, sending it skittering back.
Then he shouted in pain and gripped his instep with both hands. "My
foot! It's broken!"
But, a moment later, Stewart was certain the injury was negligible,
judging from the adequate support the foot provided in McAllister's
sprint for the Photon.
Mittich unhinged his jaw, conveying dismay. There was no doubt now
what the Chancellor's intentions were. Oh, he would probably swim
around cautiously for a while. But his final determination was already
cloaked with inevitability.
Eventually—how soon?—he would lash out at the aliens with all the
ship's invincible firepower. And nothing else could be done to delay
that treachery. For Mittich couldn't conceive of another last-purai
diversion, such as the suggestion that the aliens may have strung out
a seine, to forestall the tragedy Vrausot was determined to
perpetrate.
Lumbering over to the ship's control panel, the Chancellor directed
his pilot: "Advance five degrees westward along our orbital path then
restabilize."
Kavula's hands darted here and there and the vessel resounded with
the thuds of great tails thumping down on the deck to maintain
equilibrium as new velocity came in surges.
"This will put us below the aliens' horizon," Kavula noted.
"Of course it will," the Chancellor hissed back at the other's
impertinence. "And we'll be in such a position that they won't be able
to observe our artillery emissions."
He turned to the intercom. "Gun Crew One, prepare for firing."
"Action?" Mittich asked, fearing the worst.
"Of a sort—preparatory." The Chancellor studied the teleview screen
and once more directed the gunners:
"I'm designating a target circle on one of those peaks down there.
You may fire at will."
He touched a button and a green halo flared on the screen. He
adjusted it to encompass the surface prominence he had in mind.
The ship shuddered as the gunner punched his firing stud.
Mittich watched the surface erupt in a brilliant display of angry
energy—a thousand kilometers off target.
The Chancellor received the fire control officer's apology, together
with a request for permission to try again. The latter he denied.
"They evidently need the practice," Kavula advised.
The Chancellor fumed at his pilot's insolence. "They'll do better at
close range," he promised. "Meanwhile, I want this ship stripped for
action. I've reached my decision. One close pass is all it should take.
We strike after sunup."
Desperately, Mittich hurried over and swung his small arms
imploringly. "You can't do this thing!"
"Oh, quit being such a floundering minnow! Nothing's going to
happen. They're quite defenseless, I'm convinced."
"If that's the case, then you are under injunction of the Curule
Assembly to make peaceful contact!"
"Drown peaceful contact!" the Chancellor swore. "I'm supposed to
exercise my judgment out here!"
"But—"
"Flotsam! There will be no peace. If that's what the aliens wanted,
they wouldn't have come out here in the first place. We are going to
blast them. And from here we'll go on!"
"Go on?" Mittich repeated cautiously. "Where?"
Vrausot's eyes glazed over and his disarray of teeth were exposed to
the gums as he paced the deck and beat his arms against his side in
a fit of frantic expectation.
"We know where their relay base is," he explained. "We'll strike that
next! Then, capitalizing on the element of surprise, we'll continue to
their World of Origin and destroy it outright. On the way back we'll
probably knock out one or two other planets."
He turned on a dumfounded Mittich. "The war—if there is to be one—
will be short. We'll have only to return to the Tzarean Shoal and
muster a fleet before we wipe out the rest of their civilization. And
once again ours will be the glory of conquest—such as we have not
experienced in, oh, how many millennia?"
McAllister had been right. Against the relentless tug of gravity, the
armored suit felt as though it weighed not much less than a ton.
Laboriously, Stewart planted one thick-soled boot ahead of the other
and moved at a snail's pace across the difficult terrain.
Through a separation between two boulders he could see the
telepuppet team. The machines were hard at work, with the
Operations Co-ordinator majestically surveying its charges.
Stewart's legs strained under the great weight as he struggled over a
rise and stepped out upon the plain.
Pausing, he stared at the mike recessed in the inner curvature of his
helmet. It was dead and his resulting loss of voice contact made him
feel lonely and inadequate. But the suit was not equipped with radio,
since its wearer would normally be plugged into the ship's intercom
system through an anchor line.
Inching across the plain, he closed in on the puppet team. Thus far
he had not been noticed.
Cautiously, he skirted the knoll on which sat the Solar Plasma
Detector. Even now its boom-and-ball sensor was swinging around to
point toward a rising Aldebaran. He was certain he had passed in the
SPD's direct line of local sight. But it only ignored him.
Twenty paces farther he gave a wide berth to the Atmosphere
Analyzer. Here, too, he had to go directly in front of the thing's video
sensor. But the AA obliged by making no move toward him.
So far, so good. But he had approached only those robots which
would ordinarily show no interest in him, since he was neither
celestial nor gaseous. A minute later, however, when he was cleared
through without incident by an indifferent Mineral Analyzer, he was
certain his totemic qualifications would bring him to his objective
without picking up a challenge along the way.
He crested a rise, trudged between the Astronomical Data Collector
and the Seismometer and, more certain of his immunity, stepped
over the crablike Micro-organism Collector and Analyzer.
Then he stood hesitatingly before the master robot.
Ports ablaze with luminous evidence of faultless power generation,
the huge automaton ignored him. Shorn of its laser intensifier, it
appeared somewhat pathetic. But Stewart was inclined to waste no
sympathy. It stood swinging its upper command section, first right,
then left, to compensate for loss of two video sensors. But he was
more interested in the underslung, recessed compartment whose
outline he could now see. He had only to flip open the lid and throw
the switch in order to deactivate the OC.
Suddenly the thing reacted to his presence. One of its lenses swept
over him, stopped, swung back, overcorrected, then steadied. And he
couldn't guess what analytical criteria were being applied in the
general assessment.
The robot raised its vise-equipped appendage. A hostile gesture?
Defensive move? Or merely one of the symbols of communication it
had devised during its independent reign?
There was swift movement in the periphery of Stewart's vision and,
instinctively, he dropped to the ground as a great clanking form
swept past him.
Rolling over, he saw it was the Mineral Analyzer, boring in for another
attack. The six-legged automaton drew up in front of the OC and
swung its stout drill head in a sweeping arc.
He ducked under the gleaming neck and watched it crash into the
bigger machine's lower section, sending it bouncing rearward on
stumpy legs. The master robot lashed back, slashing a gaping slit in
the MA's neck.
Into this fury of swinging appendages Stewart decided he would have
to hurl himself if he expected to immobilize the telepuppet team. As
unpredictable as the robots were, he might never get this close to the
master automaton again.
The flow of battle, however, made his decision unnecessary. For the
grappling machines were now sweeping over the spot where he lay
and a huge pedal pad barely missed him as it thudded down.
For a fleeting instant, the recessed compartment was immediately
above his head. Overcoming the ponderous weight of his mailed arm,
he reached up and flicked open the lid. At the same time he
managed to get a finger on and throw the switch.
One final kick by the OC hurled him from beneath the tons of metal.
Meanwhile, the thing's thrashing vise caught the MA broadside and
sent it flailing backward. Then the master puppet toppled over like a
towering tree being felled by an ancient woodsman's chain saw. The
ground trembled violently with the impact.
Stewart rose and wiped dust from his helmet's view plate.
The monstrous robot lay motionless, darkened ports evidencing its
lifelessness. Close by, the Mineral Analyzer stumbled around in
looping circles, one of its gyros atilt. The other puppets continued
their work, unaware that when all stored energy was depleted there
would be no opportunity to recharge their batteries.
Exhausted, his face filmed with perspiration and his hip aching
beneath the dent the big machine had kicked in his armor, Stewart
headed back for the ship. But his release from urgency lightened his
steps somewhat. Now there would be little to do but wait until the
lesser puppets ran out of power.
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