Trust us to miss the forest for the trees. The Supreme Court decision
on the Asghar Khan case and the ensuing statements from the army and
judicial chiefs have unleashed a firestorm in the country and ignited a
debate without end. But it has also displayed something more alarming: a
collective tunnel vision.
The generals in the dock, once hard to
target are now kosher soft targets and are being used for some serious
target shooting. Many among us are taking vicarious pleasure in
clobbering those who are more used to clobbering themselves than being
clobbered.
It is quite a sight when sacred cows are slaughtered like helpless sheep.
But
when lashings are transformed into a spectator sport – as they once
were in this country – something somewhere is seriously going wrong. A
strange hysteria has descended upon us. Everyone, it seems, wants a
piece of the public lynching and then raise bloodied hands in triumph.
In the hissing and snarling mode, very few realise that the body being
torn to bits – limb by limb – is our own.
Here’s why: as a
political entity, we are undergoing convulsions. Powerful institutions
headed by powerful men are colliding with each other like tectonic
plates and rearranging continental-sized political alignments. The
whiplash of a troubled past is tearing flesh and splintering bone, as an
agonising orgy of egotistical bloodletting ensues in a brightly
illuminated arena.
This makes for a good spectacle – and who
doesn’t like a good spectacle – but like most spectacles, this blood
sport does little more than appeal to baser instincts.
Nothing
appeals to such instincts more than to grab powerful people by the
scruffs of their necks and shake them till their teeth rattle. Generals,
whose word was once law, are realising this at great personal expense.
Everyone, it appears, wants a piece of them. Teeth gnashing, nostrils
flaring, Pakistanis are pouncing at them with savage relish. Rage
reigns. Rationality does not.
But hang on a minute. Take a deep
breath and stand back. Can we afford such a mob mentality right now? Do
we really want to cut our nose to spite our face?
Look at the
mess we are in. Look around you and smell the stench of a failed
leadership. See the piled up ashes of the dream called Pakistan. Watch
men of power fight over the spoils of a rotten state, while citizens of
Pakistan beg for safety, shelter, education, justice and a decent future
for their children. Scan this barren landscape and notice the little
girl with no shoes, no school and no future. She too has the same claim
over the spoils of the state as the President, Chief Justice and the
Army Chief.
Or had you forgotten this silly little fact?
Who
needs our attention more? This little girl or Gen (retd) Aslam Beg?
This little girl or Lt Gen (retd) Asad Durrani? This little girl or the
two “Chiefs”?
No, this is not some silly liberal rant. It is a
grotesque reality grounded within the framework of raw power politics.
But politics aimed at empowering not an individual, or a community, or
an institution, but the state itself.
Quite a leap. But not
really. See, at our core, we are all tribal. We think tribal, we scheme
tribal, we fight tribal. So we have the Bugti, Marri and Mengal tribes;
we have the Mehsud and Wazir tribes; we have the Arain and Gujjar
tribes; then we have the PPP, PML-N tribes and the judiciary tribe and
the army tribe. They all hunt in packs. They all blindly follow their
tribal chiefs. And they all protect their tribal interests at the
expense of other tribes. In this tribal culture, compromise is seen as a
sign of weakness; an individual grievance is considered a collective
insult.
In this tribal landscape, the little girl with no shoes
will always remain a little girl with no shoes, no school and no future
because she and others like her exist to make the tribal chiefs appear
bigger, taller and grander. A Mercedes always looks more impressive when
parked next to a beat-up Suzuki FX.
The little girl stands in the
way of the grand ambitions of the powerful chiefs. The chief president
may dream of controlling Parliament, but the little girl reminds him
that his electoral castle is built on sand. The chief jurist may dream
of headline-making judgements, but the little girl reminds him that
common Pakistanis can only dream of swift and affordable justice. The
chief warrior may dream of what a nuclear-armed, 600,000 strong standing
army and a fearsome intelligence outfit can achieve, but the little
girl reminds him that an impoverished, illiterate and suppressed
populace cannot shoulder a fearsome force of men and missiles.
If
the chiefs want to fulfil their grandiose ambitions, they will have to
transform this little girl with no shoes, no school and no future into a
big girl with nice shoes, a great school and a bright, shining future
right here in Pakistan.
But they won’t do it on their own accord.
That’s not how tribal chief think. The little girl will have to jump on
their laps, pulls their ears and noses, and shout like only a little
girl can: “Hey big chiefs, I am Pakistan, not you. I own this land, not
you. Make me strong and I will make this country strong. Not you, not
this other chief guy and not that stuffy, constipated man sitting there
on his exalted chair. No, none of you, but me.”
Yes, we must dream
big dreams - little girls, and big men – and nations. All must dream.
But to transform dreams into reality will first require acknowledging
the requirements of reality. The reality is that we need an aggressive
and independent judiciary, but one that is driven by justice for all,
not just for newsmakers. The reality is we need political parties that
can think beyond electoral math. And we need armed forces that are
strong, professional, and ready to defend an empowered, educated and
productive population.
What we are seeing now is a struggle
between powerful people and powerful institutions for individual and
institutional honour. By focusing on such a fight, and pretending it is a
fight for the greater glory of Pakistan, we are fooling ourselves.
And worst, we are fooling the little girl with no shoes, no school and no future.
The writer is the host of “Tonight with Fahd” on
Waqt News.
Email: fahd.husain1@gmail.com