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The Invention
of Pakistan
How the British Raj Sundered
Karl
E. Meyer*
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Think of an Islamic country of plenary importance to Washington
whose military leaders are notorious for their determination to
acquire nuclear weapons, a country that has flouted international
sanctions and promoted violence across its frontiers. So prevalent
is local anti-Americanism that its voters last October awarded provincial
power to radicals vowing to expel U.S. forces from border areas
that shelter al-Qaeda chieftains who had fled from Afghanistan.
To be sure, the paragraph above does not express the whole truth
about Pakistan, nor is it so intended. But it is inarguable that
Pakistan’s disorders have infected much of its region, and that
the human and political costs of Pakistan’s creation constitute
the greatest failure in the unraveling of the British Empire. Pakistan
is the archetypal imagined community, the offspring of precipitate
partition; its frontiers are porous, its polyglot population exceptionally
diverse. Its chief claim to unity is Islam, on which its authoritarian
rulers have relied, inordinately. This has contributed to three
wars and a nuclear confrontation with India— chiefly arising from
the unresolved dispute over Kashmir—as well as the violent birth
of Bangladesh in 1971.
A melancholy forgotten casualty has been the Red Shirts, a nonviolent,
democratic, and secular liberation movement that once dominated
the Pashtun areas on Pakistan’s North-West Frontier. It was here
that the zealous new members of the provincial assembly paused to
pray last October for Mir Aimal Kasi, the Pakistani who had just
been executed in America for killing two CIA employees in 1993 at
the agency’s main entrance in Langley, Virginia.
Where did it all begin? My own sense is that it originated in
a misbegotten faith in partition. Outwardly, partition seems a pragmatic
means of splitting the difference, thereby honoring the principle
of self-determination and separating antagonistic peoples. Yet on
closer inquiry, with rare exceptions, the postcolonial and post-Communist
division of countries into separate states has uprooted millions
of people, fomented internecine wars, degraded the citizenship of
trapped minorities and perpetuated ancient grievances, closing both
minds and frontiers. Give or take a little, this has been true of
Pakistan, Kashmir, Ireland, Palestine and Cyprus, as well most recently
of former Yugoslavia.
The unintended consequences of territorial surgery were evident
for all to see after the first contentious partition of the imperial
age. In 1905, during Lord Curzon’s final, troubled year as viceroy
of India, he won London’s approval for slicing Bengal into two provinces:
East Bengal, comprising 18 million Muslims and 12 million Hindus,
and West Bengal, whose 47 million inhabitants were overwhelmingly
Hindu. The purpose, Curzon insisted over and again, was simply administrative
efficiency—Bengal had grown too populous—yet his own advisers were
well aware of the political implications. "Bengal united is
a power," one of them counseled. "Bengal divided will
pull several ways. That is what the Congress leaders feel; their
apprehensions are perfectly correct and they form one of the great
merits of the scheme.... One of our main objects is to split up
and thereby weaken a solid body of opponents to our rule."
Furious protests resulted in West Bengal when the British announced
the partition plan in 1903. Hindus saw it as giving needlessly enhanced
status to East Bengal, whose peasant inhabitants had converted to
Islam to escape their lower-caste status as Hindus (or so many indignantly
claimed). Anger was most vehement among leaders of the bar and press
in Calcutta, capital of both Bengal and the British Raj. Opponents
mounted a mass boycott of British goods (known as the Svadeshi or
indigenous products movement), mobilized clamorous rallies, signed
bales of petitions and sang patriotic Bengali songs, some written
by the future Nobel laureate Rabindranath Tagore. By contrast, in
East Bengal, Muslims relished their new empowerment in a territory
whose boundaries foreshadowed those of present-day Bangladesh.
The Hindu reaction was recalled by the late doyen of Bengal letters,
Nirad C. Chaudhuri, in his Autobiography of an Unknown Indian:
"It was from the end of 1906 that we became conscious of a
new kind of hatred for the Muslims, which sprang out of the present
and showed signs of poisoning our personal relations with our Muslim
neighbours and schoolfellows. If the spouting enmity did not go
to the length of inducing us to give up all intercourse with them,
it made us at all events treat them with a marked decline of civility.
We began to hear angry comments in the mouths of our elders that
the Muslims were coming out quite openly in favor of partition and
on the side of the English."
So impassioned was the protest, and so persevering, that at the
great Durbar in 1911 celebrating his accession to the throne,
King George V announced both the rescinding of partition, and
the transfer of the Raj’s capital from Calcutta to Delhi. Yet as
the historian Stanley Wolpert has observed, even if Curzon had no
obvious political motives for partition, its political aftereffects
were monumental: "Svadeshi and boycott, national education
and svaraj [self-government], the major planks of India’s independence
movement, assumed nationwide significance for the first time in
the scheme’s wake." In his presidential address to the Indian
National Congress in December 1905, Gopal Gokhale expressed the
mood: "The whole country has been stirred to its deepest depths
of sorrow and resentment, as had never been the case before."
No less important, the seeds of India’s future division were sown.
Three
persistent questions haunt the founding of Pakistan. Did the British
deliberately inspire Hindu-Islamic enmity to divide and rule? Was
partition inescapable? Did Britain’s precipitate withdrawal from
India in 1947 contribute to massacres that claimed hundreds of thousands
of lives? Regarding the first question, the British editor and imperial
veteran H. V. Hodson offers the standard yet credible rejoinder
in his account of the Raj’s final months, The Great Divide:
"It is not possible to divide and rule unless the ruled are
ready to be divided. The British may have used the HinduMuslim rivalry
for their own advantage, but they did not invent it. They did not
write the annals of Indian history, nor prescribe the conflicting
customs of her communities, nor foment the murderous riots that
periodically flared between Hindus and Muslims in her villages and
cities. They were realists, and if they did use India’s divisions
for their advantage, the divisions themselves were already real."
Nonetheless, even if one grants Hodson’s point, the jury remains
out on the second question. Concerning the third, there is fresh
evidence that British haste and surreptitious conniving made a bad
outcome worse. Certainly only a decade prior to India’s division,
partition was but the dream of visionaries. The name "Pakistan,"
in the consensual version, was coined by a thirty-five year-old
Punjabi Muslim, Choudhary Rahmat Ali, who said he spoke for three
other Muslims at Cambridge University.
In 1933, Ali published a pamphlet titled Now or Never "on
behalf of the thirty million Muslims" living in the five northern
units of India. Subsequently Ali offered this explanation for his
invented acronym: "Pakistan is both a Persian and an Urdu word,
composed of letters taken from the names of our homelands: that
is, Punjab, Afghania (N.W. Frontier Province), Kashmir, Iran, Sindh,
Tukharistan, and Baluchistan. It means the land of the Paks, the
spiritually pure and clean."
What gave propulsion to Ali’s idea was the widening schism between
the Hindu-dominated Indian National Congress and the Muslim League,
the twin engines of India’s liberation movement. Their alliance
cracked after the British Parliament adopted the Government of India
Act in 1935. The act established a federal system that granted substantial
autonomy to eleven provinces, of which Muslims comprised the majority
in four: Bengal, Punjab, Sind and the North-West Frontier Province.
When the first elections were held in 1937, Congress ran up majorities
in six provinces and became the biggest single party in Assam. The
Muslim League, however, lagged badly in four Muslim-majority provinces,
owing to factional disputes, Muslim support for the interfaith Unionists
in the Punjab, and the popularity of the Red Shirts, a movement
allied with Congress, in the North-West. Disappointed Muslim Leaguers
proposed a compromise: form coalitions in those provinces where
they had finished a strong second. But the predominantly Hindu Congress
would agree to power sharing only if Muslim Leaguers gave up their
separate identity.
"In other words," writes Penderel Moon, formerly of
the Indian Civil Service, in his oft-quoted account, Divide and
Quit, "Congress were prepared to share the throne only
with Muslims who consented to merge themselves in a predominantly
Hindu organization. They offered the League not partnership but
absorption. This proved to be a fatal error—the prime cause of the
creation of Pakistan—but in the circumstances it was a very natural
one. There was nothing in parliamentary tradition requiring Congress
on the morrow of victory to enter into a coalition with another
party; and a coalition with the League, which the Congress leaders
looked upon as a purely communal organization, was particularly
distasteful to them."
To Muslim leaders, it seemed a portent of likely humiliation under
a "Hindu Raj"—already a popular epithet. Exacerbating
political differences were the conflicting personalities of Mohammad
Ali Jinnah, the unchallenged head of the Muslim League, and Mohandas
K. Gandhi, the unquestioned mentor and conscience of the Indian
National Congress. Both were lawyers, and both supported the Allied
cause during World War I, in the vain belief that freedom would
be India’s reward for suffering substantial casualties. Jinnah was
born in Karachi, circa 1875, and trained as a barrister in London
at Lincoln’s Inn. Soon after returning to India in 1896, he made
his mark both at the Bombay bar and within the National Congress,
becoming renowned as "the ambassador of Hindu-Muslim unity."
This itself was unusual. His family belonged to the minority Ismaili
community led by the Aga Khan, not to mainstream Sunni Islam. "Anglicized
and aloof in manner," Rajmohan Gandhi writes of him, "incapable
of oratory in an Indian tongue, keeping his distance from mosques,
opposed to the mixing of religion and politics, he yet became inseparable,
in that final phase, from the cry of Islam in danger."
Jinnah was a constitutionalist and secularist who shunned advertising
his faith on his tailored sleeves. Indeed, his rift with Gandhi
after World War I stemmed in part from the Mahatma’s turning to
satyagraha, or nonviolent resistance, using Hindu doctrine
to energize mass support and adopting his universally recognized
trademarks, the dhoti and spinning wheel. In The Idea of India,
the Delhiborn historian Sunil Khilnani has succinctly stated
Jinnah’s own program: "Jinnah saw the Muslims as forming a
single community, or ‘nation,’ but he envisaged an existence for
them alongside a ‘Hindu nation’ within a united, confederal India.
The core of his disagreement with Congress concerned the structure
of the future state. Jinnah was determined to prevent the creation
of a unitary central state with procedures of political representation
that threatened to put it in the hands of a numerically dominant
religious community. As such, this was a perfectly secular ambition.
But the contingencies of politics and the convenient availability
of powerful lines of social difference pushed it in a quite contrary
direction." (Emphasis added.)
Whatever hope remained for compromise lay in the hands of Britain’s
last viceroy, Louis, Earl Mountbatten of Burma, great-grandson of
Queen Victoria, nephew of the tsar and tsarina of Russia and cousin
of King George VI. Empowered by Britain’s Labor government with
man-on-the-spot discretion to free India, Lord Mountbatten arrived
in Delhi in March 1947. By then, the communal breach that developed
after the 1937 elections had widened appreciably during World War
II, when Gandhi and Congress, unable to obtain unequivocal pledges
of independence, launched a challenging "Quit India" campaign.
The British responded by jailing thousands of Congress officeholders,
to the advantage of the unjailed Muslim Leaguers. Yet it needs stressing
that Gandhi was wholly opposed to partition. As he wrote in 1939
to a Muslim correspondent, "Why is India not one nation? Was
it not one during, say, the Moghul period? Is India composed of
two nations? If so, why only two? Are not Christians a third, Parsis
a fourth, and so on? Are the Muslims of China a nation separate
from the other Chinese?... How are the Muslims of the Punjab different
from the Hindus and the Sikhs? Are they not all Punjabis, drinking
the same water, breathing the same air and deriving sustenance from
the same soil?... And what is to happen to the handful of Muslims
living in the numerous villages where the population is predominantly
Hindu, and conversely to the Hindus where, as in the Frontier Province
or Sind, they are a handful? The way suggested by the correspondent
is the way of strife."
One reads this, in Rajmohan Gandhi’s The Good Boatman,
with wonder and sympathy. Certainly Gandhi foresaw the calamities
ahead more clearly than the pragmatic surgeons of partition. For
this he paid with his life; Gandhi had begun a hunger strike protesting
communal violence and was planning to visit newborn Pakistan when
he was shot mortally in January 1948 by a Hindu fanatic who believed
him too partial to Muslims. So who, or what, was responsible for
the breakup of India?
As viceroy,
Mountbatten was given broad discretionary authority by Prime Minister
Clement Attlee, who also agreed, at his insistence, on a swifter
transfer of power than the Labor government envisioned. With minimal
deliberation, Mountbatten from the first rejected confederal proposals
as unworkable and acceded in principle to partition. Still, even
if division was unavoidable, it is difficult to praise its execution.
As viceroy, Mountbatten surreptitiously assisted the Hindu side.
His method for demarcating frontiers was at best arbitrary, at worst
reckless. His timetable for separation left the Indian army on the
sidelines when communal slaughters began.
Gandhi and Jinnah emerge with greater credit. In his first meetings
with the viceroy, the Mahatma advanced the bold idea of offering
Jinnah the prime minister-ship of India, while providing for a truncated
Pakistan within India with the possibility of expansion. In the
words of Rajmohan Gandhi, in his fair-minded biography of his grandfather:
"No student of this episode can fail to be struck by the exertions
of the Viceroy’s office against the scheme. The staff, and the Viceroy
too, seemed to resist a solution emanating from Gandhi, an encroachment
on their prerogative by an unrepentant foe of the Raj." Gandhi’s
offer was never put to Jinnah, and instead Mountbatten moved directly
to partition.
To demarcate frontiers, the viceroy established a Boundary Commission,
winning agreement from Jinnah and Jawaharlal Nehru (the Congress
leader) on Sir Cyril Radcliffe, a distinguished British barrister,
as its chairman. It was a curious choice. As Radcliffe’s former
private secretary, Christopher Beaumont, later remarked in an interview,
the chairman had never traveled east and "was a bit flummoxed
by the whole thing. It was a rather impossible assignment, really.
To partition that subcontinent in six weeks was absurd."
Only when he arrived in India did Radcliffe learn from Mountbatten
that he had thirty-six days to draw boundaries that bisected the
Punjab and Bengal, dissolving Hindu-Muslim-Sikh communities rooted
in centuries of history. Radcliffe was given a pile of maps, figures
from a 1943 census, and the assistance of four judges, two Hindus
and two Muslims. "They were totally useless," Beaumont
recalled. "They simply took the communal line, so he was left
on his own."
Radcliffe completed his top-secret labors by August 13, two days
before India’s freedom was proclaimed at midnight. The morning after
independence, writes Stanley Wolpert, the biographer of Gandhi and
Nehru as well as Jinnah, the Boundary Commission’s awards were revealed,
and the celebration gave way to slaughter: "In and around Amritsar
bands of armed Sikhs killed every Muslim they could find, while
in and around Lahore, Muslim gangs— many of them ‘police’—sharpened
their knives and emptied their guns at Hindus and Sikhs. Entire
trainloads of refugees were gutted and turned into rolling coffins,
funeral pyres on wheels, food for bloated vultures who darkened
the skies over the Punjab." Partition uprooted more than 10
million people, and estimates of the number slaughtered range from
under 200,000 to at least 1 million. These are estimates; having
agreed to the carve-up, its perpetrators had little incentive to
reckon its mortal cost.
In 1966, W. H. Auden wrote a twenty-six line poem, "Partition,"
that was a judgment on both Viscount Radcliffe (as he became in
1962) and the hasty surgical statecraft he exemplified. It reads
in part:
Unbiased
at least he was when he arrived on his mission,
Having never set eyes on this land he was called to partition
Between two peoples fanatically at odds,
With their different diets and incompatible gods...
Shut up in a lonely mansion, with police night and day
Patrolling the gardens to keep assassins away,
He got down to work, to the task of settling the fate
Of millions. The maps at his disposal were out of date
And the Census Returns almost certainly incorrect,
But there was no time to check them, no time to inspect
Contested areas. The weather was frightfully hot,
And a bout of dysentery kept him constantly on the trot,
But in seven weeks it was done, the frontiers decided,
A continent for better or worse divided.
The controversy did not abate with Radcliffe’s death in 1977.
From the moment of partition, critics challenged the viceroy’s avowals
that the Boundary Commission operated with total independence, claiming
he had secretly interceded to rig the results in India’s favor.
Mountbatten’s defenders categorically dispute the accusation. For
his part, Radcliffe on winding up his work destroyed all confidential
records, refused thereafter to discuss the commission’s work and
never visited India or Pakistan. There matters stood until 1992,
when Christopher Beaumont, Radcliffe’s former aide and the last
surviving principal, learned that his grandson had been given the
partition of India as an honors subject at Cambridge University.
The onetime private secretary now concluded "that the event
had passed into history, and that the time had come for the truth
to be revealed."
Beaumont provided the Daily Telegraph with a memorandum
he had prepared many years earlier on the commission’s deliberations,
an essay that formed the basis for a detailed article in the staunchly
Conservative paper. He had already entrusted the document to All
Souls College at Oxford and had confided its substance to Penderel
Moon, also of All Souls and then completing his history of the Raj.
Thus in a very British way, Beaumont confirmed that frontiers had
been secretly redrawn to Pakistan’s disadvantage. The most important
reversal involved Ferozepore, an area of some four hundred square
miles, important because its canal headwaters controlled the irrigation
system in the princely state of Bikaner. Forewarned by a leak of
Ferozepore’s award to Pakistan, Nehru joined with the Maharajah
of Bikaner in appealing to the viceroy. After a private lunch with
Mountbatten— Radcliffe’s second and last meeting with the viceroy—the
chairman bowed to pressure and altered the Punjab line. "This
episode reflects great discredit on Mountbatten and Nehru,"
Beaumont’s memorandum concluded, "and less on Radcliffe."
Partition
and the massacres it provoked were part of a continental-scale upheaval
that attended the British withdrawal. When the Hindu maharajah of
predominantly Muslim Kashmir dithered before choosing accession
to India, the Indian army and Pakistani irregulars momentously clashed
in October 1947 under circumstances still disputed more than a half
century later. The harshest words about divide-and-quit were uttered
not by the enemies of the outgoing Raj but by its appalled indigenous
allies. Nirad Chaudhuri spoke for them in Thy Hand, Great Anarch!,
the second volume of his autobiography:
By what
the British administrators did and also what they did not,
they stultified two hundred years of British rule in India by
disregarding two of its highest moral justifications: first, the
establishment and maintenance of the unity of India; secondly,
the enforcement of Pax Britannica to save the lives of
Indians.... Then an apologia emerged ex post facto which
is the most shameless sophistry I have read anywhere. It was argued
and is still being argued that if the British had not left—the
manner of their leaving being conveniently glossed over— there
would have been uprisings and therefore loss of life far exceeding
what was seen. Now, the conjuring up of hypothetical bogeys which
no one can prove or deny is the first defence of every coward
who yields at the first sign of trouble.
A further arresting passage from Chaudhuri concerns Jinnah, whose
generally negative reputation in the West was mirrored in the Oscar-winning
1982 epic, Gandhi. In the film, Jinnah slinks in the shadows
wearing an ill-fitting suit, thereby adding sartorial insult to
historic injury in a work that skittishly fails even to make clear
the Hindu identity of Gandhi’s assassin. Chaudhuri expresses the
contrary view: "I must set down at this point that Jinnah is
the only man who came out with success and honour from the ignoble
end of the British Empire in India. He never made a secret of what
he wanted, never prevaricated, never compromised, and yet succeeded
in inflicting unmitigated defeat on the British Government and the
Indian National Congress. He achieved something which not even he
could have believed to be within reach in 1946."
The interesting question is what might have happened had Jinnah
not been terminally ill. Weighing only seventy pounds, he died of
cancer on September 11, 1948, when his creation, Pakistan, was barely
a year old. It is hard to believe that Pakistan’s quaidiazam
(great leader) would have approved his offspring’s glum clerical
cast, its support for Islamic zealots in Afghanistan and Kashmir,
its oligarchic rule by generals or feudal landlords—and yet all
these things were byproducts of Pakistan’s violent birth and synthetic
nationhood. When on August 11, 1947, Pakistan’s constituent assembly
met in Karachi for the first time, Jinnah spoke these words from
the chair:
You will
no doubt agree with me that the first duty of a Government is
to maintain law and order, so that the life, property and religious
beliefs of its subjects are fully protected by the State. [He
followed with an appeal to forget the past and cooperate regardless
of color, caste or creed.] I cannot emphasize it too much. We
should begin to work together in that spirit, and in the course
of time all these angularities of the majority and minority communities,
the Hindu community and the Muslim community—because even as regards
Muslims you have Pathans, Punjabis, Shias, Sunnis and so on, and
among the Hindus you have Brahmins, Vashnavas, Khatris, and also
Bengalees, Madrasis, and so on—will vanish. Indeed if you ask
me this has been the biggest hindrance in the way of India to
attain freedom and independence and but for this we would have
been free peoples long ago.... Now, we should keep in front of
us our ideal...that in the course of time Hindus would cease to
be Hindus, and Muslims would cease to be Muslims, not in the religious
sense, because that is the personal faith of each individual,
but in the political sense as citizens of the state.
Jinnah spoke in his capacity as first governor general of soon
to be sovereign Pakistan, and his words honor his memory. Yet the
difficulty of respecting his scruples was soon apparent. Pakistan
is less a country than a jumble of discordant peoples and places.
After a half century, it still has a provisional, unfinished quality.
Its successive rulers, braided or civilian, have governed under
seven different constitutions, and not one has completed his or
her term of office or managed an orderly transfer of power. The
official language, Urdu, is the mother tongue of but 8 percent of
its people, the other principal languages being Punjabi (48 percent),
Sindhi (12 percent), Siraiki, a variant of Punjabi (10 percent),
Pushto (8 percent), and Baluchi (3 percent).
A visitor senses the same cultural and political bewilderment
in Islamabad, whose construction began in 1961 to replace the former
capital at Karachi. All that seems Asian about Islamabad is its
impressive setting on a plateau below the Himalayan foothills. Otherwise,
with its late International Style buildings Islamabad is like an
alien implant grafted on adjacent Rawalpindi— an impression enhanced
by Shah Faisal Mosque, among the world’s largest, designed by a
Turk, built with Saudi petrodollars, its four sleek minarets resembling
rockets. Following Pakistan’s nuclear bomb test in 1998, a futuristic
granite simulacrum of the weapon rose in Islamabad, illuminated
at night in a warning glow of orange.
Pakistan’s miseries have been compounded by its geography, its
loser’s share of the Raj’s spoils and its antipathetic diversity.
A thousand miles of foreign territory separated West Pakistan with
its 50 million inhabitants from the 45 million people in what was
East Bengal, later East Pakistan, now Bangladesh. Not only did India
inherit most of the Raj’s transportation system, irrigation canals
and top universities, but of the thousand indigenous officers in
the elite Indian Civil Service and the national police, only a hundred
were Muslims. This was the overworked skeleton staff, bolstered
by fifty British civil servants and eleven Indian army officers,
that overnight had to create Pakistan’s administrative, judicial
and diplomatic systems.
Adding to the challenge were the millions of mohajirs,
or refugees, flooding the country. Nor did it help that the only
bond uniting the inhabitants of West Pakistan and physically remote
East Pakistan was Islam. Eventually and in unhappy wartime circumstances,
the Bengalis went their own way in 1971, founding Bangladesh and
loosing a fresh flood of refugees. Equally problematic was Baluchistan,
the most westerly of Pakistan’s provinces, with its beehive of fierce
tribes on both sides of the frontiers with Iran and Afghanistan.
Descending dramatically from the mountains to the Arabian Sea, Baluchistan
terminates in what the British geographer Sir Thomas Holdich called
"a brazen coast, washed by a molten sea." The Baluchs
were (and are) as volatile as their setting. Their chiefs defiantly
opposed accession to Pakistan, precipitating an invasion a year
after independence, followed by martial law and the arrest of their
khan, who was charged with conspiring with Kabul to hatch a full-scale
uprising (a charge denied by the Baluchs and never proven).
And everywhere lie minatory memorials to the region’s former glories.
The Grand Trunk Road, the impressive thoroughfare connecting Kabul
and Calcutta, built centuries ago by the Mogul emperors, passes
west of Rawalpindi. Its aging signposts still optimistically announce
distances north to Kabul and south to Amritsar and Delhi. But freedom
of movement vanished with partition. Although India and Pakistan
pledged themselves to unfettered passage of trade, people and ideas,
within a year after independence, amid mutual recrimination, frontiers
were closed and have remained so. The present writer remembers a
candlelit dinner (the power was out) at Mrs. Bhandari’s Guest House
in Amritsar, the Sikh capital in the Indian Punjab, when our innkeeper
recalled how easy it once was to make a day trip to Lahore, which
she had not been able to visit for more than forty years. She nostalgically
recalled Lahore’s great Mogul forts, the sparkling fountains in
Shalimar gardens and the massive cannon known as Kim’s Gun, in front
of the Lahore museum with its riches of Gandharan sculpture. For
ordinary Indians, all could be on another planet.
Just as evocative is Sind, a southwestern province named after
the Indus River, the cradle of the Harappan civilization, where
large-scale agriculture originated five thousand years ago. Sind
provided the gateway to conquest by Alexander the Great, the Arabs
and then the British. In 1843, General Charles Napier on his own
authority annexed the area to the Raj, telegraphing his deed, so
the well-worn story goes, in a single word, peccavi (I have
sinned). In touring the province, Napier kept asking, "Whose
lands are these?" And nearly everywhere the answer came, "Bhutto’s
lands."
It was still the case when Pakistan was born. Sir Shah Nawaz Khan
Bhutto founded the first political party in Sind during the 1930s;
his son, Zulfikar Ali Bhutto, served as Pakistan’s president from
1971 until his ouster six years later by General Muhammad Zia al-Haq,
who approved Bhutto’s execution and reinstituted martial law. Bhutto’s
daughter Benazir grew up on the family estate in Larkana, not far
from the ruins of Mohenjodaro, the greatest of Indus Valley sites,
enhancing the sense of reflexive entitlement that marked her own
turn as Pakistan’s leader, after General Zia was killed in a still
mysterious air crash in 1988. With Benazir Bhutto, one encounters
another major recurring theme—the persistence of a powerful landowning
elite that collides repeatedly with the meritocratic military, a
competition that gives bargaining leverage to the third major force
in Pakistan, the Islamic establishment, with its political parties
and its ubiquitous religious schools.
The importance of that third force was evident in the most arresting
of Pakistan’s pre and post-independence dramas, the struggle for
mastery in the North-West Frontier province. Here the last British
governor and the Muslim League jointly sidetracked the Red Shirts,
a brave, promising and inconvenient popular movement.
Of all
the peoples on the subcontinent, few have more infallibly impressed
outsiders than the mountaineers known to the British as the Pathans,
today the Pashtuns or Pushtuns. After 9/11, Americans were dazzled
by the interim Afghan leader, Hamid Karzai, with his confident if
wary expression, his regal cape and bold karakul hat made from the
skin of a sheep fetus. The pity is that Americans did not get to
know such notable Pashtuns as the guerrilla commander Abdul Haq,
slain in a treacherous 2001 ambush in Afghanistan, and Sayd Bahauddin
Majrooh, a poet and philosopher assassinated in 1987, almost surely
on orders of a U.S.-assisted Afghan rival. These friends of freedom
were drawn from the same gene pool that gave Afghanistan (where
Pashtuns form the dominant ethnic group) its great warrior-emperors,
as well as its poets, smugglers and assassins.
That the Pashtuns were indomitable was confirmed by Britain’s
defeat in the First Afghan War (1838–1840), a humiliating debacle
that ended an unbroken succession of victories by the Raj’s armies.
In 1846, having concluded they could not change or pacify the Pashtuns,
two British political officers, Henry Lawrence and Harry Lumsden,
struck on the idea of recruiting them. Thus originated the Queen’s
Own Corps of Guides, an elite irregular force whose colors and emblems—crossed
tulwers (or curved sabers) and the slogan "Rough and Ready"—became
the most celebrated in British India. Initially, Lumsden startled
his superiors by garbing the Guides in a dun-colored local fabric
called khaki (from Persian for dust) instead of the regulation scarlet.
The shock wore off, the use of khaki proliferated, and the Guides
proved their military worth, becoming the prototype for Britain’s
Special Forces and America’s Green Berets.
The British romance with the Pashtuns deepened after the Second
Afghan War (1878–1881), which ended in a standoff. Despite the recurrent
raids and counter-raids on the frontier, the scuffles that inspired
reams of Kipling’s verse, there followed an interlude of relative
calm during the eighteen year tenure of Sir Robert Warburton as
warden of the Khyber Pass, beginning in 1879. Warburton’s mother
happened to be an Afghan princess—a niece of the renowned Emir Dost
Mohammed—and thus he spoke the languages and understood the mores
of Pashtun tribes. It was Warburton who established the Khyber Rifles,
still garrisoned by Pakistan on the far side of the pass. As a biographer
notes, his camp became the rendezvous of mutually hostile clans,
and he traveled with no weapon but a walking stick: "Able to
converse freely with the learned in Persian, and with the common
folk in the vernacular Pushto, he succeeded by his acquaintance
with tribal life and character, in gaining an influence over the
border Afghans which has never been equaled."
Warburton’s era was drawing to an end in 1897, when an uprising
broke out in the Swat valley on the North-West Frontier, threatening
a British garrison on the Malakand pass. General Sir Bindon Blood,
a commander famous for his "butcher and beat it" raids,
mobilized a British field force of three brigades. Among the officers
flocking to the Malakand field force was a young subaltern, Lieutenant
Winston Churchill. It was his first military engagement, and he
doubled as a correspondent for the Daily Telegraph. As he
wrote to his mother, Lady Randolph Churchill, "The danger &
difficulty of attacking these active fierce hill men is extreme.
They can get up in the hills twice as fast as we can—and shoot wonderfully
well with Martini Henry rifles. It is a war without quarter. They
kill and mutilate everyone they catch and we do not hesitate to
finish their wounded off. I have seen several things wh[ich] have
not been very pretty since I have been up here—but as you will believe
I have not soiled my hands with any dirty work—though I recognize
the necessity of some things. All this however you need not publish."
Still,
it is too facile to stereotype the Pashtuns, who now number some
12 million or more, most inhabiting the squat stony villages straddling
the Durand Line, which nominally demarcates Pakistan from Afghanistan.
No foreigner has ever subdued them, and Islamabad’s writ effectively
ceases where the so-called Pashtun tribal areas begin. They are
indeed devout Muslims, and central to their way of life is a code
of honor so exacting that vendettas persist for generations. It
is no less the case that mobs in Peshawar screaming "Death
to America!" after 9/11 were recruited from Pashtun clans,
with names resounding like a drumroll: Afridi, Khattak, Oraksai,
Bangash, Wazir, Mahsud, Yusufsai.
Yet this is scarcely the whole story. Forgotten is the paradoxical
fact that the foremost Pashtun leader in the struggle against British
rule was a dedicated pacifist, Abdul Ghaffar Khan, once famous as
the "frontier Gandhi." His followers, nicknamed the Red
Shirts, had first to swear, "I shall never use violence. I
shall not retaliate or take revenge, and shall forgive anyone who
indulges in oppression and excesses against me." For upwards
of two decades Ghaffer Kahn and his Khudai Khidmatgar ("Servants
of God") fought alongside Mahatma Gandhi and the Congress Party
for a united, democratic and secular India. Nearly everybody who
has looked into this history has been fascinated, moved and astonished.
Mukilika Banerjee first heard of the Red Shirts in the 1990s while
a graduate student in New Delhi. Impressed and curious, she settled
on the frontier, learned Pushto, and managed to interview seventy
surviving ex-Servants of God for her study, The Pathan Unarmed.
She found that Ghaffar Khan’s pacifism derived from his concept
of jihad, or holy war: "Nonviolent civil disobedience offered
the chance of martyrdom in its purest form, since putting one’s
life conspicuously in one’s enemy’s hands was itself the key act,
and death incurred in the process was not a defeat or a tragedy:
rather the act of witness to an enemy’s injustice.... In his recruiting
speeches, therefore, [Ghaffar Khan] was offering to each and every
Pathan not the mere possibility of death, but rather the opportunity
of glorious sacrifice and martyrdom."
Like her incredulous predecessors, Banerjee discovered that Ghaffar
Khan, starting in the 1920s, managed to recruit a nonviolent army
of 100,000 followers, who shared a uniform frugally stained with
brick dust. The army’s power was confirmed in 1930, when its general
strike paralyzed Peshawar, the provincial capital, for five days,
its supporters having braved arrest and torture by the Raj’s police.
Initially, because they were deemed so intractable, Pashtuns were
denied even the limited franchise granted in the early 1900s elsewhere
in British India, but this changed with the passage of the 1935
Government of India Act. In successive elections, the Red Shirts
prevailed, forming provincial governments under Chief Minister Dr.
Khan Sahib (as he is usually styled), the British-educated physician
brother of Ghaffar Khan. Meanwhile, Ghaffar, standing six feet,
three inches, instantly recognizable with his nobbly nose and homely
features, became an arm-in-arm companion to Mahatma Gandhi, who
pronounced the Red Shirt movement a miracle. Notwithstanding his
pacifism and his liberal views on secularism and women’s rights,
Ghaffar Khan became a Pashtun folk hero, acclaimed as Badshah Khan,
or khan of khans.
This is documented in a recent book by the Indian historian Parshotam
Mehra, The North-West Frontier Drama, 1945–1947. Combing
through long unexamined records, the author found that in 1932,
the NWFP, with a population of just 3 million, accounted for 5,557
convictions for civil disobedience compared with 1,620 in the Punjab,
which had five times as many inhabitants.
Muslims constituted so overwhelming a majority on the frontier
that the Muslim League’s cry of "Islam in danger" failed
to resonate. This helps explain why a movement allied with Gandhi’s
Hinduled Congress took root. No less important, Ghaffar Khan had
tapped into a sense of frustrated common identity among Pashtuns
living on both sides of the Afghan border. He and his movement talked
of a "Pashtunistan," an independent or quasi-autonomous
Pashtun homeland, the content of the idea varying from time to time.
It was this aspect of the movement that most troubled the British
and, even more, the Muslim League. It led to Ghaffar Khan’s encounter
with another important if forgotten figure, Sir Olaf Caroe.
Caroe was
typical of his generation of Indian civil servants, specifically those
Britons who came of age during the Great War who were dubbed the "Guardians"
by his colleague and historian of the Raj, Philip Mason. By the time
Caroe entered the elite Indian Civil Service in 1919, by way of Win
chester and Oxford, he and his cohort did not need to be warned that
the empire was mortal. Even as the empire reached its territorial
zenith between the two wars, its Guardians began peering anxiously
down the road, glancing sideways at America and thinking hard about
the possible decline to come. Like Curzon, Caroe was by instinct a
Russophobe, the more so in the unnerving wake of the Bolshevik Revolution.
During the 1920s, when Soviet forces retook Central Asia and the Caucasus,
Comintern leaders ominously threatened to set the East ablaze. Caroe’s
first postings were on the Punjab, the North-West Frontier and Baluchistan,
where the young political officer witnessed the gathering nationalist
uprising among Hindus, Muslims and Sikhs. A stint on the Persian Gulf
added to his stock of knowledge about Islam, oil and great power rivalry.
When he moved on to New Delhi, becoming British India’s foreign secretary
during World War II, Caroe began to implement his strategic views.
To preempt contested borderlands, he quietly extended India’s frontier
eastward into Tibet by recalling the Raj’s official compendium of
treaties and reissuing a new edition, under the old date, that included
a frontier agreement repudiated by China, thereby sowing the seeds
for India’s 1962 border war with Beijing.
At the end of World War II, in what seemed a well earned coda,
Caroe was named governor of the North-West Frontier Province. The
match had an emotional resonance. Like other political officers,
Caroe adhered to the Forward School, believing that Britain and
its imperial charges needed to take the initiative against potential
adversaries. Along with other frontiersmen, he had striven to erect
a firewall against the Soviet Union. And the idea of a separate
Muslim state was already in the air.
While researching his biography of Jinnah, Stanley Wolpert came
upon this clairvoyant testimony to a parliamentary committee in
1933 by Sir Michael O’Dwyer, who had been Caroe’s chief as governor
of the Punjab, saying that if the Hindu majority "endeavors
to force its will on provinces with a Muslim majority, what is to
prevent a breakaway of the Punjab, Sind, Baluchistan, and the NWF,
as already foreshadowed and their possibly forming a Muslim
federation of their own?" (Wolpert’s emphasis.) Had O’Dwyer
actually read Rahmat Ali’s obscure, recently published Cambridge
pamphlet, or, as Wolpert asks, "Could he perhaps have helped
inspire it?"
An essential component of the Forward School mystique was the
"martial races" thesis— the conviction that the best fighters
in the Indian army came from the mountainous north (e.g., the frontier
Pashtuns, the Nepalese Gurkhas, the Punjabi Sikhs and the highland
Rajputs). "The notion of ‘martial races’ drew sustenance from
a variety of elements in the cultural baggage of late Victorian
England," writes Thomas R. Metcalf in Ideologies of the
Raj. "As the Aryans had once conquered northern India,
it was assumed that those races descended from them possessed superior
military capabilities." Some even claimed that the blue eyes
and fair hair found among Pashtuns proved they retained intact genetic
traces of Alexander the Great’s armies. The Pashtun delight in sports
and their highspirited camaraderie on the frontier also argued for
their superiority visàvis the supposedly effeminate Bengali
shopkeepers and penpushing civil servants.
Caroe admired the Pashtuns to the point of idolatry. The scholarly
crown of his retirement years was a 521page treatise, The Pathans,
550 B.C.–A.D. 1957, whose general tenor is signaled in the first
paragraph: "This is a book I was bound some time to write,
having had the fortune to spend half a lifetime among Pathans."
What follows is a full-scale history, including elaborate pullout
maps indicating tribal areas, translations of the Pashtun bard Khushal
Khan Khatak and photographs meant to underscore the kinship between
Alexander the Great and contemporary Pashtun militiamen. Caroe dedicated
his book to the first president of Pakistan, General Iskander Mirra,
who also was the first (in 1958) to dissolve parliament and impose
martial law, paving the way for the dictatorship of Field Marshal
Ayub Khan, the initiator of Islamabad’s strategic ties with Washington.
All this lay ahead in 1946 when Caroe took up the reins as governor
in Peshawar. His predecessor, Sir George Cunningham, at that point
found little enthusiasm for joining Pakistan. In his diary, the
outgoing governor quoted a Muslim visitor as saying that for "the
average Pathan villager, a suggestion of Hindu domination was only
laughable." The Muslim League’s weakness was confirmed in March
provincial elections. Though Muslim League candidates inveighed
against the Hindu Raj, Dr. Khan Sahib’s Congress Party nonetheless
carried thirty of fifty legislative seats. As independence loomed,
the North-West Frontier was India’s only Muslim-majority province
not governed by a Muslim League ministry. This put its last British
governor in a delicate position. When Nehru proposed a tour of the
frontier to rally his Congress allies, Caroe warned vainly against
the trip on security grounds. On his arrival in September 1946,
Nehru was greeted at the airport by thousands of jeering Islamic
militants waving black flags and, as Caroe had predicted, the trip
proved a humiliation. The stage was set for months of communal thuggery
as Muslim gangs attacked Sikhs and Hindus in the province’s Settled
Areas (as they were formally known).
To the Khan brothers, the import was plain—that Sir Olaf was promoting
the tumult to discredit them. On May 6, 1947, Ghaffar Khan accused
Caroe of joining "an open conspiracy with the Muslim League
to bathe the province in blood" by condoning "the murder
of innocent men, women and children."
The charge was delivered in anger. Doubtless Dr. Khan Sahib’s
rattled provincial government made its own overzealous mistakes,
and I find it hard to believe that Caroe connived in murder. Yet
he did have a record of surreptitiously promoting his strongly held
views and leaving few fingerprints. Some thumb marks, however, survived.
Tucked deep in State Department files in the National Archives in
Washington is this report by a visiting U.S. official of his interview
with Caroe in May 1947: "Sir Olaf indicated that the Foreign
Office tended too much to look upon India as a peninsular unit like
Italy.... He felt it did not sufficiently realize the great political
importance of the Northwest Frontier Province and Afghanistan, which
he described as ‘the uncertain vestibule’ in future relations between
Soviet Russia and India." Caroe expressed regret that his own
government played down Soviet penetration of frontier areas like
Gilgit, Chitral, and Swat, adding "he would not be unfavorable
to the establishment of a separate Pakhistan [sic]."
Nehru and the Khan brothers thus had valid grounds for doubting
Caroe’s impartiality when the viceroy took the unusual step of approving
a plebiscite on the future of the frontier province—elsewhere the
choice between India and Pakistan was made by provincial ministries
or princely rulers. As a gesture to Congress, Mountbatten also determined
that Caroe was "suffering badly from nerves" and asked
him to request a leave as provincial governor until the transfer
of power. Caroe complied. A deputy presided as the referendum took
place on July 17, its one-sided judgment in favor of joining Pakistan
marred by charges of fraud and intimidation and by a boycott that
kept half the 5 million eligible Pashtun voters from the polls.
On August 17, as Pakistan came into existence, Dr. Khan Sahib refused
to resign as chief minister. He and his cabinet were peremptorily
dismissed, and a Muslim League ministry installed. Dr. Khan Sahib
was subsequently jailed and later made his peace with Islamabad,
serving briefly as a Pakistani minister before he was slain by an
unforgiving Pashtun in 1957 in Lahore.
Of the leaders, the greatest loser was Ghaffar Khan. In newborn
India he was all but abandoned by his former Congress Party allies,
while in newborn Pakistan he was charged with sedition and promoting
separatism. It made no difference that he took an oath of allegiance
to the new state, or that he repeatedly insisted he sought autonomy
for Pashtuns within Pakistan. He was repeatedly jailed or kept under
house arrest until his death in Peshawar in 1988 at the age of ninety-eight.
At his request, he was buried in the Afghan city of Jalalabad. His
memory was honored by a ceasefire in the ongoing Afghan war as 20,000
mourners formed a cortege extending through the Khyber Pass into
Afghanistan. Otherwise, the khan of khans was simply scrubbed from
history—so wholly forgotten that even in the post9/11 deluge of
dispatches from Pakistan, the sole reference to Ghaffar Khan this
writer noted in any American publication lay deep within a New
Yorker article by the British journalist Isabel Hilton.
A further
twist in the quixotic saga of the Frontier Gandhi is that Afghanistan,
whose cause he always defended, helped consign Ghaffar Khan to obscurity.
His memory was clouded by the protracted dispute over the validity
of the Durand Line. This boundary between British India and Afghanistan,
with its erroneously authoritative name, was demarcated in 1894–1896
by Sir Mortimer Durand, a frontier officer known for his battlefield
valor in Afghanistan, his knowledge of inner Asia, and his love
of games. By agreement between the British Raj and the Afghan emir,
Durand and his team of surveyors sought to end the uncertainty over
control of contested Pashtun areas. But the tribes were not consulted,
nor was the demarcation based on sound topography. The line became
a nebulous buffer within a buffer. As a result, writes the Indian
frontier historian Parshotam Mehra, tribal brawls proved an enduring
problem for the British: "[They] could neither abandon the
frontier nor occupy the tribal areas and thus found themselves,
for most part, engaged in an interminable war with the tribes. Afghanistan,
however, got a measure of respite, for its rulers found it easy
to maintain contact and exercise influence with the tribes in the
British sphere, across the Durand Line."
The resulting skirmishes and recurrent uprisings persisted through
the 1930s and (with clumsy Axis encouragement) during World War
II. In 1944, sensing the approaching demise of the Raj, the Kabul
government sent a note reminding the British of Afghan interest
in the fate of the Pashtuns. As Louis Dupree writes in his encyclopedic
history of Afghanistan, the British replied that "since, in
their opinion, the Durand Line was an international boundary, it
should not concern the Afghans." Later, leading up to independence,
Lord Mountbatten tacked on a vague addendum: "Agreements with
the tribes on the North-West Frontier will have to be negotiated
with the appropriate successor authority." Pakistan thus inherited
the intractable British "problem." In 1947 the Afghan
king, Mohammad Zahir Shah (astonishingly, the same monarch who returned
from exile to Kabul in 2002 as a symbol of putative continuity),
notified the Pakistanis that his government viewed the Durand Line
as an imperial anachronism, overdue for overhaul. Pakistan spurned
the overture, and in riposte Afghanistan became the sole dissenter
at the United Nations in opposing Pakistan’s accession to the world
organization. Thus recommenced a quarrel that over time has proved
calamitous for both countries.
Each made inflated charges and each promoted unrest across the
disputed frontier. Both resorted to mutually crippling sanctions
that closed ports and highways. Both embraced policies that were
inconsistent or impenetrable. Pakistan, for example, has favored
a plebiscite to resolve the dispute with India over Kashmir but
rejects out of hand a similar resolution for the Pashtuns, who are
also divided by an arbitrary boundary. All seemed fair in a dispute
waged without quarter: Pakistan’s Radio Free Afghanistan beamed
incendiary words across the Khyber, while Afghanistan gave covert
encouragement to the Waziri insurgent, Mirza Ali Khan, notorious
on the frontier as the fakir of Ipi. During the 1930s he held off
30,000 British troops and turned to the Nazis for help during World
War II before taking up arms against Pakistan; he was a tireless
troublemaker until his last breath in 1960. Well-intended mediators
soon came to dread entanglement in the flypaper of the "Pashtunistan"
dispute.
Always there was the suspicion of perfidy and dark plots, as in
the 1951 assassination of Pakistan’s first prime minister, Liaqat
Ali Khan, the politician who had been to Jinnah what Nehru had been
to Gandhi. A confirmed secularist, Liaqat Ali Khan was killed at
a public meeting in Rawalpindi by an Afghan exile. Kabul denied
all involvement, and its disclaimer was formally accepted. But the
stain of doubt endured.
From this detritus of empire emerged a new alignment that persisted
for decades. When Pakistan blocked Afghanistan’s access to the Western
trading system, Kabul began looking north to the Soviet Union for
favorable trade deals, development aid and military assistance.
As the Cold War advanced, Afghans became expert at coaxing aid from
rival suitors, obtaining U.S. help for roads and schools in the
south and Russian aid in the north. Cautiously but not egregiously,
Kabul tilted to Moscow in the 1960s. Its leaders turned to the international
system for resources to expand the modern sector in their capital
without confronting rural oligarchs. This equilibrium persisted
even after the 1973 ouster of King Zahir Shah by his envious and
ambitious cousin, Mohammed Daoud, who proclaimed a republic. (In
the Pashtun language, the same word doubles for enemy and cousin.)
In short, it seemed a vindication of Olaf Caroe’s global strategy.
Afghanistan was to all appearances a stable buffer, with Pakistan
a solid firewall protecting the Persian Gulf. After returning to
Britain in 1947, Caroe continued as an influential counselor on
the region’s affairs. He sketched his thoughts in an essay appearing
in Round Table (March 1949), the imperial house organ. There
he approvingly noted the formation of NATO, adding that the common
interests linking the North Atlantic nations also converged in the
Persian Gulf. He elaborated his thesis in Wells of Power: The
Oilfields of South-Western Asia (1951), which called on Washington
to take up its great power responsibilities and erect a "northern
screen" around the Persian Gulf’s oil fields, the prospective
partners being Iran, Afghanistan, Iraq and Pakistan. He offered
a paean to Pakistan as the potential leader with a special mission:
"In politics, as in things of the spirit, a marriage of forces,
themselves destined to perish, may generate a fresh force of greater
power. It is not too much to hope that, through Pakistan, some new
strength of this kind may animate the Muslim world."
Alas, Caroe’s marriage came unstuck, and what he had assumed would
be the glue—the appeal of Islam—proved over time its solvent. Under
General Zia’s military dictatorship, Pakistan bet heavily (with
covert U.S. support) on evicting the Soviets from Afghanistan in
the 1980s by arming an international Islamic brigade to do the job.
From frontier training camps arose the Taliban and Osama bin Laden,
and after 9/11 the United States turned to Pakistan as a critical
ally in the war against the forces it helped father. The result
was a shaky alliance with a nation deeply at odds with itself. Just
how shaky became clear in October 2002 after national and regional
elections meant to stabilize the rule of President Pervez Musharraf,
the former army chief of staff who had seized power three years
earlier. The votes resulted in an unwelcome surge of support for
a coalition of anti-American Islamic parties known by the initials
MMA, whose leader, Qazi Hussain Ahmed, assured an exultant rally
in Peshawar, "It is a revolution. We will not accept U.S. bases
and Western culture."
The outcome was a sobering setback for the self-effacing and secular-minded
General Musharraf, whose own career encapsulates the theme of this
essay. He was born in New Delhi in 1943 to a father who was a diplomat
in the colonial foreign office. At four years of age, he was among
the millions of Muslims forced by partition to move west into Pakistan.
"It was early August," his mother, Zarin, recalled in
an interview with the New Yorker’s Mary Anne Weaver, "and
the communal riots had already begun. We fled for our lives. We
took the last train out of Delhi for Karachi.... The train passed
through entire neighborhoods that had been set to the torch. Bodies
were lying along the rail tracks. There was so much blood. Blood
and chaos were everywhere. The train journey took us three days,
and we used to halt at night. We were terrified of the Hindus and
Sikhs, who were massacring people in the trains moving west. We
had no water, no food. It was summer and it was terribly hot. I
had three small children. We could take nothing with us. We had
to leave everything behind—our house, my father’s house, my mother’s
house. We had to start over from scratch."
Young Pervez climbed upward like other bright Pakistanis via the
armed forces, where he spent most of his career battling India.
Now he faces a more ambiguous adversary in the form of an Islamist
rising, especially in Baluchistan and the North-West Frontier. It
is difficult to conjure a politically more difficult border area.
Along the North-West Frontier, there are said to be 7 million Kalishnikovs,
or one for every grown man. Peshawar is the hub of a thriving black
market in drugs and weapons, its slums and refugee camps the recruiting
ground for jihadists who would happily kill every infidel anywhere.
The flavor is suggested by Weaver’s account in her recent book Pakistan:
In the Shadow of Jihad and Afghanistan. She describes her visit
to the largest madrassa (or seminary) in the frontier province,
which is among the most militant in Pakistan. "What do you
think of Osama bin Laden?" she asked the seminary’s chancellor,
Maulana Sami ul-Hag. "What do you think of Abraham Lincoln?"
came the response. It is obvious that America’s encounter with the
Pashtuns, the remarkable people living on both sides of the Afghan
frontier, has barely begun. 
*Karl E.
Meyer is editor of World Policy Journal.
A Note on
Sources
On the broad issue of partition, I am indebted to Robert K. Schaeffer’s
prescient Warpaths: The Politics of Partition (New York:
Hill and Wang, 1990). Shashi Tharoor’s India: From Midnight to
Millennium (New York: Arcade, 1997) and Lawrence James, Raj
(New York: Little, Brown, 1998) paint the background in a broad
brush. Nirad C. Chaudhuri’s memoirs offer a close-up from a Bengali
sympathetic to Britain: Autobiograhy of an Unknown Indian (Reading,
Mass.: Addison Wesley, 1989); and Thy Hand, Great Anarch! India:
1921–1952 (London: Chatto and Windus, 1987). On Curzon and partition,
see David Dilkes, Curzon in India (London: Hart-Davis, 1969).
Stanley Wolpert’s two indispensable biographies are Jinnah of
Pakistan (New York: Oxford University Press, 1984), and Gandhi’s
Passion (New York: Oxford University Press, 2001). On partition,
see H. V. Hodson, The Great Divide (London: Hutchinson, 1969);
Penderel Moon, Divide and Quit (Berkeley: University of California
Press, 1962); Sulnil Khilnani, The Idea of India (New York:
Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1998), V. P. Menon, The Transfer
of Power (Princeton: University Press, 1957); Philip Ziegler,
Mountbatten (New York: Knopf, 1983); Rajmohan Gandhi, The
Good Boatman (New Delhi: Viking, 1995); and Shahid Hamid, Disastrous
Twilight: A Personal Record of the Partition of India (London:
Leo Cooper, 1992), the latter containing new material on the Radcliffe
Award. On Pakistan, the North-West Frontier, Ghaffar Khan and the
Pushtuns, see Parshotam Mehra, The North-West Frontier Drama,
1945–1947: A Reassessment (New Delhi: Manochar, 1998); Mukulika
Banerjee, The Pathan Unarmed (Karachi: Oxford University
Press, 2000); Selig S. Harrison, In Afghanistan’s Shadow (Washington,
D.C.: Carnegie Endowment for International Peace, 1981); Sir Olaf
Caroe, The Pathans, 550 B.C.–A.D. 1957 (London: Macmillan,
1957); Thomas R. Metcalf, Ideologies of the Raj (New York;
Cambridge University Press, 1994); and Mary Ann Weaver, Pakistan:
In the Shadow of Jihad and Afghanistan (New York, Farrar, Straus
& Giroux, 2002).
Adapted from
The Dust of Empire, by Karl E. Meyer, (A Century Foundation
Book). Copyright © 2003. Reprinted
by arrangement with Public Affairs, New York. All rights reserved
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