Crossfire

 
    • Whispering Spaces

      A small time mugger caught red-handed. It didn’t seem a big deal. As the police dragged away the young man, he implored that they not inform his family, They don’t know I do this”. He seemed more concerned about his reputation than what the police might do to him. It was when the people in the streets began suggesting that maybe he should be crossfired” that the terror crept into his eyes. It wasn’t the Rapid Action Battalion (RAB) he had been arrested by, and it was a police station he was being taken to. He had probably assumed that some high up would call the local police station, or that he would pay some bribes, and he’d be out again, soon. If the police cooperated, maybe his family wouldn’t know. But crossfire was something else. He begged and he beseeched, but fear had gripped him. He knew it took very little for things to take a turn.

      Crossfire. The word has crept into our vocabulary. The identical press releases with only names and locations changed. The mug shots from the photo ops. Frantic family members trying to prevent the inevitable. The corpse at the morgue.

      The government started calling the dead, shontrashis”, a word that has different connotations in Bangladesh, from the terrorists” that the US defines. I had been angered when journalist John Pilger, whom Ive admired, described the initiator of RAB, Moudud Ahmed as a “decent, brave man”.

      The law-maker was cultivating a disregard for justice. Although technically you may call it extrajudicial - I will not say killing-but extrajudicial deaths. But these are not killings” whatever you call it “people are happy”.

      The law minister was using the presence of a corrupt police and a corruptible judiciary, to justify a vigilante force that he could control.

      I wondered whose idea it was. Black outfit, sunglasses, black bandana. An executioner’s uniform. I remembered the constitution of my land.

      No person shall be deprived of life or personal liberty save in accordance with law”. Article 32.

      This was what the law minister wanted to do away with. At least he had acknowledged its existence. The crossfire period” that Human Rights Watch described as being “Martial Law in Disguise” included two years of a military installed caretaker regime. As democracy returned, the 2008 election pledge struck a chord. To “stop extrajudicial killing, bring the perpetrators to justice, and establish rule of law and human rights was part of a campaign promise that led to a landslide victory.

      The new foreign minister promised zero tolerance” to death in custody. The killings continued, but this time it was denied. There is no crossfire in the country. It has never happened”, emphatically claimed the home minister. The slumbering judiciary woke up and the bench passed a suo moto ruling, asking the secretary of the ministry of home affairs and RAB to explain a particular killing. Earlier in the incident, the family members had implored that their relatives not be crossfired”. It hadn’t helped. The court expressed concern that extra judicial killings” continued even after the ruling. The bench was dissolved by the Chief Justice immediately before the date for hearing (9 January 2010) of the government response - apparently for some administrative reasons.

      So how does a photographer respond? Exposing the facts, presenting one’s arguments well, making sure the information reaches a wide audience, is the best any journalist can do. What is left, when the killings continue? The facts behind crossfire” are known. Despite the reluctance of many human rights activists and otherwise-active members of civil society to challenge this injustice, people themselves and now even the judiciary have protested. Now that this apparently independent” judiciary has also been muffled, what is left?

      The intention of this exhibit was not therefore, to merely submit documentary evidence. There was plenty of that around and it had failed. The show attempts to reach out at an emotional level. To get under the skin. To walk those cold streets. To hear the cries, see terror in the eyes. To sit quietly with a family besides the cold corpse. Every photograph is based on in-depth research. On case studies. On verifiable facts. A fragment of the story has been used to suggest the whole. A quiet metaphor for the screaming truth.

      Working with the Peruvian curator Jorge Villacorte and the research team of Momena Jalil, Tanzim Wahab and Fariha Karim, we have tried to create a physical experience that aims to evoke rather than inform. The Google map acts as an interface with the public whereby people can add information based upon their personal experiences, and is an organic repository for local knowledge that rarely gets to surface in the conventional information flow. It is an attempt to continue living as human beings.

      In the words of a Supreme Court Judge, "It will be suicidal for the nation and the society to allow the law enforcement agencies to decide who should be killed on criminal charges."

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Clouds. Part of ‘Crossfire’, a photo story by Shahidul Alam, on extrajudicial killings by Rapid Action Battalion (RAB) in Bangladesh. November 28, 2009.

Dry leaves. Part of ‘Crossfire’, a photo story by Shahidul Alam, on extrajudicial killings by Rapid Action Battalion (RAB) in Bangladesh. November 16, 2009.

F M Hall Rickshaw. Part of ‘Crossfire’, a photo story by Shahidul Alam, on extrajudicial killings by Rapid Action Battalion (RAB) in Bangladesh. November 20, 2009.

Hospital Corridor. Part of ‘Crossfire’, a photo story by Shahidul Alam, on extrajudicial killings by Rapid Action Battalion (RAB) in Bangladesh. November 20, 2009.

Grave. Part of ‘Crossfire’, a photo story by Shahidul Alam, on extrajudicial killings by Rapid Action Battalion (RAB) in Bangladesh. February 7, 2010.

Gamcha. Part of ‘Crossfire’, a photo story by Shahidul Alam, on extrajudicial killings by Rapid Action Battalion (RAB) in Bangladesh. February 13, 2010.

Paddy field. Part of ‘Crossfire’, a photo story by Shahidul Alam, on extrajudicial killings by Rapid Action Battalion (RAB) in Bangladesh. November 17, 2009.

Morgue. Part of ‘Crossfire’, a photo story by Shahidul Alam, on extrajudicial killings by Rapid Action Battalion (RAB) in Bangladesh. November 20, 2009.

RAB shadows. Part of ‘Crossfire’, a photo story by Shahidul Alam, on extrajudicial killings by Rapid Action Battalion (RAB) in Bangladesh. February 9, 2010.

Rooftop. Part of ‘Crossfire’, a photo story by Shahidul Alam, on extrajudicial killings by Rapid Action Battalion (RAB) in Bangladesh. November 8, 2009.

Steel Almirah. Part of ‘Crossfire’, a photo story by Shahidul Alam, on extrajudicial killings by Rapid Action Battalion (RAB) in Bangladesh. November 14, 2009.

Taka. Part of ‘Crossfire’, a photo story by Shahidul Alam, on extrajudicial killings by Rapid Action Battalion (RAB) in Bangladesh. November 16, 2009.