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['The Morning Inspection' is the title of a column I wrote for the Daily News from 2009 to 2011, one article a day, Monday through Saturday. This is a new series. Scroll down for previous article]
Almost
a quarter of a century ago a lecture delivered by an
activist-turned-academic sparked an animated debate in the Department of
Development Sociology, Cornell University. The lecture was delivered by
a professor in the Law School, but I don’t remember her name.
The
discussion was mostly about activism in academe. Many examples of
academics engaged in activism were mentioned and discussed. It was
pointed out, for example, that there is politics in academic circles,
that certain kinds of research have a better chance of being funded and
not on account of the importance or topicality of the relevant proposal.
Academics have, we learned, agitated against such slant.
Was
this transformative activism, though? Well, yes and no, depending on
what you think transformation is or should be. A level playing field in
the funding-games of a university? Perhaps. Maybe such things are parts
of the transformational story.
It was pointed out, also, that the
thrust of the discussion was about trying to prove that academics are
activists and that there was no consideration of the flip side of the
hyphenated proposition; simply, there seemed to be a reluctance to
consider activists as scholars.
Karl Marx, it was argued, was an
activist. He was deeply engaged in a political project which clearly
framed his writing. And yet, it could be argued that much of social
theory is in fact an engagement or conversation with Marx. One may or
may not agree with his central thesis or some of the formulae he
proposed, but there’s no doubt whatsoever that he was a preeminent
scholar. He researched, he reflected and tried to account for all known
facts and factors in developing his political, social, economic and
philosophical theories.
So, are all activists, students
included, scholars? Not necessarily. Scholarship requires a lot of work.
Reading, as opposed to browsing; engagement with texts as opposed to
parroting the words of the party or party leader(s); constant
self-reflection and self-criticism as opposed to relentless critique of
entities considered as the enemy.
Consider the best known
revolutionaries. They were all voracious readers or students of society,
social processes, the play of power, the politics of things economic,
culture, philosophies that carried the currency of the particular age,
literature and the arts. They wrote extensively. They kept notes. They
corresponded. They debated. And when they spoke it was not idle spouting
of slogans but considered analysis of all factors relevant to the issue
at hand. Doing the hard labor and putting in the long hours, in
retrospect, seemed to have been preconditions for graduation from
activist to revolutionary or visionary or prophet as they eventually
would be called.
They were serious. They were not about the
‘like, share and subscribe’ relevant to the times they lived in. They
moved their bodies into the line of fire. They trusted the robustness of
their minds and they never compromised integrity. They were not cheap.
There
was a time when the People’s Publishing House sold a lot of
Marxist-Leninist literature. In Sinhala, Tamil and English. Lenin’s most
important works came in a set that probably cost Rs 10 and which,
adjusted for inflation would still be a steal. We called it ‘cheap
socialism’ in jest, but it was good stuff, even if you didn’t agree with
him. And in the University of Peradeniya, there were lots of young
radicals who had them neatly arranged on their tables. Unread. Convinced
they were Marxists, they would regurgitate whatever the party leaders
tossed at them in the name of Marx or Lenin. A few probing questions
would irk them and even prompt verbal and sometimes physical abuse.
No
revolutionary has the last word on system, system-change, radicalism,
revolution etc., but their works and especially their biographies say so
much about these things. You don’t have to agree with the likes of
Fidel Castro, Ho Chi Minh, Mao Zedong, Subhas Chandra Bose, Malcolm X,
Ernesto Che Guevara, Augusto Sandino, José MartÃ, Salvador Allende,
Patrice Lumumba, Thomas Sankara, Eduardo Mondelane, Nelson Mandela,
Steve Biko, Toussaint Louverture, Gongale Goda Banda, Puran Appu,
Bhutave Rate Rala, Konappu Bandara and Don Baron Jayatilleka. And yet
there’s much to be learnt from their political lives. There’s much to be
learnt from Antonio Gramsci’s ‘Prison Notebooks,’ Frantz Fannon’s ‘The
Wretched of the Earth,’ John Reed’s ‘Ten days that shook the world,’ the
writings of Subcommandante Marcos of the EZLN beginning with ‘Shadows
of Tender Fury’ and the various treatises on Latin America authored by
Eduardo Galeano.
The Bible is instructive. The Dhammapada and
the Jataka Katha have innumerable lessons. The Quran too, I am sure. The
Thirukkural is a collection of gems. Pick some of these bibles and it
is unlikely that the move would be regretted.
All these texts
and ‘writers’ have directly and indirectly informed scholarship on
social and political processes and yet, very few among them wrote for
the pure pleasure of an academic community. They were serious about
understanding things and processes simply because it would make for more
meaningful engagement and hopefully lead to the kind of change that is
not cosmetic.
The revolution moves along a long, arduous road.
There are no shortcuts to the country called ‘Change.’ It may take time,
but activists cannot lose anything from graduating into
revolutionaries. In the process they will no doubt add to the
literature on revolution and contribute to the corpus of knowledge on
social, political and economic processes. Their graduation may or may
not be noticed or celebrated, but learn they must, it can be argued.
Other articles in this series:
The amazing quality of 'equal-kindness'
The interchangeability of light and darkness
Sisterhood: moments, just moments
Chess is my life and perhaps your too
Reflections on ownership and belonging
The integrity of Nadeesha Rajapaksha
Signatures in the seasons of love
To Maceo Martinet as he flies over rainbows
Fragrances that will not be bottled
Colours and textures of living heritage
Countries of the past, present and future
Books launched and not-yet-launched
The sunrise as viewed from sacred mountains
Isaiah 58: 12-16 and the true meaning of grace
The age of Frederick Algernon Trotteville
Live and tell the tale as you will
Between struggle and cooperation
Neruda, Sekara and literary dimensions
Paul Christopher's heart of many chambers
Calmness gracefully cascades in the Dumbara Hills
Serendipitous amber rules the world
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