Pick a name. Pick any name from the loathsome galaxy of the Politically Correct Sissies that I listed in the Part 1.
Let’s start with the head honcho, the White Mughal himself. Hartosh Singh Bal’s searing piece elicited the predictable accusation of racism from the stung Mughal. Bal called the Mughal’s racist bluff telling him he doesn’t know what racism really means. Badly beaten, the Mughal slunk away muttering a “regret.” School day lessons work: a bully will never bother you again if you hit back with equal or greater force.
Let’s pick another name. Girish Karnad. The man who famously led a tribe of followers to “protest” against the “saffronization/communalization” of Datta Peeta/Bababudangiri. The unsullied genteel extraordinaire in him trembled the moment he heard that cops planned to put him in jail as a preventive measure. He abandoned his anti-saffronization experiment instantly and dumped his Faithful Minions right at Hassan and fled back to Bangalore.
Let’s pick yet another name: Salman Rushdie, the dish that liberal fundamentalists of all hues across the world can neither spit nor swallow.
The Satanic Verses is famous for being infamous. That’s its only claim to fame. When was the last time you heard somebody discussing the literary merits of the Satanic Verses? And be honest: how many of you have read that damned book? Raise your hands so that I can flog you for lying because I’m not. I’ve actually read the book: all 27 pages of it.
Yet we need to be thankful to Rushdie for writing it because it was the resounding slap that awoke the comfortably-numb Western world to the beast that “pure” Islam is. The Satanic Verses became an international issue, even a “civilizational faultline (sic)” because of Rushdie’s fame as a tremendously successful English writer who the entire Western world held in awe, esteem and the rest. Had he been a little-known, obscure Indian writing in English, one of these things would have happened: The Satanic Verses would’ve never been published or if it was published, it would’ve been instantly banned and/or some Islamic fanatic would’ve murdered him.
Poor Rushdie, living safely in the haven of England, perhaps didn’t realize exactly how seriously the Mullahs worldwide take even the thought of insulting Mohammed (PBUH because I don’t want to be stabbed or fatwa’d.). And his affront was in the magnitude of millions because he was a Muslim himself no matter what he claimed. Islam offers repentance to those who insult Allah but death and only death to the one who insults the Prophet!
What is freedom of expression? Without the freedom to offend, it ceases to exist.
The man who gave us this memorable quote also wrote that he regretted
profoundly the distress the publication [The Satanic Verses] has occasioned to the sincere followers of Islam. Living as we do in a world of many faiths, this experience has served to remind us that we must all be conscious of the sensibilities of others.
And the same man also removed a sentence in Midnight’s Children as part of an out-of-the-court settlement because an offended Indira Gandhi had sued him.
This is the same man who gives us well-worded definitions of free expression.
And it is this singular trait that binds him with all these Politically Correct Sissies: they seem to think that they’re unaccountable to their utterances. Had Rushdie practiced what he himself preached about free speech, he would’ve fought Indira Gandhi in court and would’ve courageously stuck to his stand instead of issuing a groveling apology to those insult-seeking, insane Mullahs. The apology was his way of doing a Girish Karnad—abandoning values for personal purposes. And he deserves what he got—or didn’t get by chickening out, forcing himself to stay away from that Festival of the Politically Correct Sissies. Had he exhibited even one evidence even once that he has a backbone, people would have supported him. On the contrary, he has shown every single time that he holds his life dearer than the principle of free expression he claims he values so much. Those who are afraid have no moral right to protest against evil.
And thus it is with the rest of the Politically Correct Sissies who vociferously supported him. The courageous, the honourable, and the right thing to do for the Sissies that read out from the Satanic Verses was to stage a protest and/or court arrest when they were asked to leave. But no. Indeed, a certain Politically Correct Sissy, after meekly acquiescing, went ahead and wrote this self-righteous bile. So craven is Amitava Kumar that he prefaces that self-righteous bile thus:
Writer Amitava Kumar was advised to leave the recently held Jaipur Literature Festival after he had read…extracts from .. “The Satanic Verses….” The following is a stream of messages that, like Gibreel Farishta in The Satanic Verses, Mr. Kumar dreamed he had written.
This is Gold Standard Cowardice. Amitava Kumar couldn’t summon guts to actually tweet all that crap in real time, on his Twitter Timeline. And it’s fitting given that his Literary God was furiously masturbating live everyday about how was being victimized by the government of India, the government of Rajasthan, the Mad Mullahs, the Italian Mafia, the Drug Mafia, the human traffickers…the whole world. He did everything except the right thing: coming to India and facing deportation and/or arrest.
But the hypocrisy plumbs lower and lower. None of the sissies, even by error, say why Muslim groups got all riled up. Not one mention by any of them that Islam sanctions, indeed mandates this kind of behaviour. Not one mention that the ruling Congress party is a party that cowers before, encourages, and pampers such violent attempts to throttle free speech. On the contrary, they invite and slaver all over the selfsame Congress guy who recently put out a fatwa on free expression. And yet, these literary wimps and liberal pretenders fulminate at the unfairness of it all. This is self-deception of epic proportions.
And so there you have: ample evidence of rampant, all-pervasive sissiness.
The upcoming UP elections as a factor for the Congress refusing to allow Rushdie entry into India is just a manifestation. The disease is very old, dating as far back as the days of Gandhi. But purely in Rushdie’s context, it dates back to 1988 when Rajiv Gandhi held the dishonour of chucking India right into the front-most row of nations that implemented Khomeini’s fatwa by banning the Satanic Verses. That was the fertile soil that yielded the rich harvest of the insane, fanatical Muslim groups who’ve held the Festival of the Politically Correct Sissies hostage. Back in 1988, several of these sissies still in business, and other sissies from another generation roused a deafening din to have the Satanic Verses banned. They erupted in simultaneous multiple orgasms when it was banned. And now, when they’re faced with the bitter fruit of their past misdeeds, they cry foul.
Actually, the sissies deserve every bit of whatever is happening to them now.
Postscript: Personally, it saddens me that this charade is happening in Jaipur, Rajasthan. Or what was once known as Rajaputana, the land that witnessed the sacrifice of hundreds of thousands of brave warriors who gladly shed their blood to save their land and way of life from being raped and wiped out by fanatical Islamic hordes. The land whose women were warrior-like in their courage and heroism: when I stood inside the Chittorgarh fort at the site where women committed Jauhar en masse, my eyes welled up on their own. And today, this same Rajaputana is ruled by a party and a Chief Minister who is a slave to those selfsame hordes wearing a different garb, talking in a different language and living in a different point in time.