The quiet north by Robert Perez

For decades, the Western world treated the United States not merely as its leader but as the load-bearing wall of the entire house. Europe could argue, Canada could prosper quietly, Japan could innovate, Australia could follow the strategic weather, and smaller democracies could sleep reasonably well because Washington was assumed to be awake.

That assumption is becoming harder to sustain. And somewhere north of the American border, Canada has been rising almost apologetically. This is not the dramatic rise of a superpower. Canada is not assembling an empire, building aircraft carriers by the dozen or announcing a Canadian century. Its rise is quieter and, precisely because of that, potentially more consequential. Canada possesses what the West increasingly needs: political stability, natural resources, educated populations, enormous territory, Arctic access, sophisticated institutions and a deep familiarity with both European and American political cultures.

It has something else that cannot be manufactured overnight: trust. For generations, Canada was the sensible neighbour. The country with the maple leaf, universal healthcare and a reputation for apologising even when somebody else had walked into its door. That image was never entirely fair, but it concealed a more serious strategic reality. Canada sits on immense reserves of energy, minerals, freshwater, agricultural land and critical resources while sharing the world's most commercially important border with the United States.

Now geography is becoming destiny again. A post-USA world does not necessarily mean an anti-American world. It means a Western system in which Washington is no longer automatically assumed to pay the bill, provide the security umbrella, arbitrate every crisis and ultimately rescue everyone from their own strategic laziness.

That distinction matters. Europe has spent decades talking about strategic autonomy while periodically discovering that autonomy is considerably more expensive than speeches about it. NATO made European security easier; American power made it cheaper. The result was politically convenient and strategically addictive.

Canada offers a different possibility: not replacing America, but helping prevent the West from collapsing whenever America turns inward.

Yet Canada cannot simply inherit Washington's chair. Its economy is deeply intertwined with the United States, and its security architecture has been built around that relationship. Ottawa therefore faces the delicate task of becoming more independent without becoming hostile to its largest neighbour. That is less a revolution than an exercise in geopolitical balancing.

Europe faces an even more uncomfortable question. What happens when the West is no longer a pyramid with Washington at the top? Perhaps the answer is not another pyramid. Perhaps it is a network.

Canada, Europe, Britain, Japan, Australia, South Korea and other democratic partners could increasingly share responsibilities that were once disproportionately carried by the United States. Canada could become particularly important because it connects several strategic worlds at once: North America, the Atlantic, the Arctic and the Pacific.

The Arctic alone should destroy the old habit of thinking of Canada as America's polite northern appendix. Climate change is transforming the region into a strategic frontier, bringing resources, shipping routes and military calculations into sharper focus.

But Canada's greatest contribution may be psychological. The West needs to learn how to function without assuming that American leadership is permanent.

That is not an insult to America. It is an admission that countries mature, alliances evolve and history occasionally changes the furniture while everyone is still sitting in the room.

Canada's rise is therefore less about replacing the United States than exposing an uncomfortable weakness in the rest of the West: too many countries built their strategic imagination around the assumption that somebody else would always be there.

The maple leaf is not replacing the stars and stripes. It may simply be reminding the West that there are other flags on the table. And perhaps the real question is no longer whether Canada is ready for a bigger role. It is whether the rest of the West is ready to grow up.


It's So Quiet #Poem by Strider Marcus Jones

it's so quiet
our eloquent words dying on a diet
of midnight toast
with Orwell's ghost-
looking so tubercular in a tweed jacket
pencilling notes on a lung black cigarette packet-
our Winston, wronged for a woman and sin

re-wrote history on scrolls thought down tubes
that came to him
in the Ministry of Truth of Fools
where conscience learns to lie within.
not like today
the smug-sly haves say and look away
so sure
there's nothing wrong with wanting more,
or drown their sorrows
downing bootleg gin
knowing tomorrows
truth is paper thin

at home
in sensory
perception
with tapped and tracked phone
the Thought Police arrest me
in the corridors of affection-
where dictators wear, red then blue, reversible coats
in collapsing houses, all self-made
and self-paid
smarmy scrotes-
now the Round Table
of real red politics
is only fable
on the pyre of ghostly heretics.
they are rubbing out
all the contusions
and solitary doubt,
with confusions
and illusions
through wired media
defined in their secret encyclopaedia-
where summit and boardroom and conclave
engineer us from birth to grave.
like the birds,
i will have to eat
the firethorn
berries that ripen but sleep
to keep
the words
of revolution
alive and warm
this winter, with resolution
gathering us, to its lantern in the bleak,
to be reborn and speak.


Strider Marcus Jones – is a poet, law graduate and former civil servant from Salford, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. He is the editor and publisher of Lothlorien Poetry Journal https://lothlorienpoetryjournal.blogspot.com/. A member of The Poetry Society, nominated for the Pushcart Prize x4 and Best of the Net x3, his five published books of poetry https://stridermarcusjonespoetry.wordpress.com/ reveal a maverick, moving between cities, playing his saxophone in smoky rooms.


Zero hour by Flo Schofield

On Sept. 26, the world marks the International Day for the Total Elimination of Nuclear Weapons, an annual ritual of hope in a world that has become remarkably good at postponing catastrophe. We speak about disarmament, repeat the vocabulary of peace and then return to the machinery of deterrence, modernisation and geopolitical brinkmanship. The contradiction is almost too large to comprehend: humanity has built weapons capable of ending civilisation and then persuaded itself that possessing them is responsible behaviour.

Imagine the clock. It is seconds before midnight. Not metaphorically. Not as a warning in a policy paper or a headline after another crisis, but on the night when the nuclear disaster clock actually reaches zero. There is no dramatic soundtrack. No cinematic countdown heard around the world. There is simply a command, a malfunction, a miscalculation or a decision made by someone convinced that history will reward courage.

And then there is no history. That is the uncomfortable truth beneath nuclear deterrence. Its success depends not merely on rational leaders but on rational leaders remaining rational indefinitely. It depends on perfect communication, reliable technology, accurate intelligence, disciplined militaries and the assumption that nobody will ever make a catastrophic mistake. Human civilisation has never demonstrated such a record of perfection.

Yet nuclear weapons remain embedded in the architecture of international power. Governments modernise arsenals while insisting they have no desire to use them. Military planners develop increasingly sophisticated systems while politicians assure citizens that these weapons exist precisely so they never have to be fired. The logic resembles keeping a loaded gun on the dining table because everyone promises to behave.

The most frightening part is not that nuclear war is imaginable. It is that nuclear war has become normalised.

Generations have grown accustomed to missile tests, nuclear threats and leaders casually invoking escalation. Words that once belonged to the vocabulary of apocalypse have become part of ordinary political theatre. The extraordinary has become background noise.

That should worry us more than any particular missile. The total elimination of nuclear weapons is often dismissed as naïve, especially in a world where trust between major powers is deteriorating. But perhaps the naïve position is believing that a permanent nuclear balance can survive permanent human imperfection. Deterrence is not a law of physics. It is an arrangement maintained by people, institutions and assumptions. Those things fail.

The International Day for the Total Elimination of Nuclear Weapons therefore should not be another ceremonial exercise in diplomatic language. It should be a reminder that the objective is not to manage the apocalypse more efficiently. It is to remove the possibility of the apocalypse being triggered by human hands.

The clock has always been ours. So are the hands moving it forward. And if one day they reach zero, there will be nobody left to congratulate ourselves on how successfully we managed the risk.


Absurdity Woke 26#013 #cartoon by Thanos Kalamidas

 

Our top story; common sense has left the frame, the inmates are running the asylum
and the asylum is now identifying as a luxury resort. This is Absurdity Woke.

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Carpond #021 #Cartoon by Thanos Kalamidas

 

A cacophony of singalongs, stifled yawns,
and surprisingly insightful debates
on the existential dread of a four wheeler vacuum

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Who gets to be Turkish? By Fahad Kline

There is a dangerous question hanging over modern Turkey and it is not whether President Recep Tayyip Erdoğan has supporters. Of course he does. The more uncomfortable question is whether citizenship still means having rights when you do not support the president.

A democracy is supposed to make disagreement ordinary. In Erdoğan’s Turkey, disagreement increasingly looks like a security problem.

The distinction matters. A government can defeat an opponent at the ballot box, criticise a newspaper, prosecute a politician or defend a controversial law. But when courts, prosecutors, police, regulators and administrative authorities repeatedly become instruments through which political opposition is constrained, citizenship begins to acquire conditions.

The experience of Ekrem İmamoğlu has become emblematic. The Istanbul mayor and Erdoğan’s principal political challenger has spent prolonged periods in detention while facing extensive legal proceedings. Human Rights Watch has described the broader campaign against the Republican People’s Party as threatening political association and meaningful electoral competition.

This is where the argument becomes larger than one politician. What happens to the student who protests? The journalist who investigates? The lawyer who represents an inconvenient defendant? The mayor who belongs to the wrong party? The citizen who refuses to applaud? What happens to the Kurdish activist, the secularist, the feminist, the LGBTQ+ demonstrator or simply the Turkish citizen who thinks the government is wrong?

The answer increasingly seems to be: first prove that your disagreement is not a crime. That is an extraordinary reversal of democratic logic. In a healthy democracy, the government must justify restrictions on citizens. In an increasingly authoritarian political system, citizens find themselves having to justify their innocence to the government.

The machinery is familiar. Protest becomes “public disorder”. Journalism becomes “misinformation”. Political criticism becomes “insult”. Opposition becomes suspicious association. Human-rights advocacy can become a legal liability. Amnesty International has documented intensified prosecutions and detentions involving journalists, opposition politicians, lawyers and human-rights defenders, alongside restrictions on peaceful assembly and association.

And then there is the press. A country does not need to formally abolish newspapers to destroy press freedom. It can make critical journalism financially dangerous, legally hazardous and professionally exhausting. It can fine broadcasters, prosecute reporters, restrict platforms and frighten editors until self-censorship does the government's work for it. Reports on Turkey describe extensive pressure on independent and opposition media and prosecutions of journalists for criticism of the government.

The genius of authoritarianism is often not that it silences everybody. It is that it teaches everybody to calculate the price of speaking. And yet Erdoğan's supporters have rights. That is precisely the point.

Their freedom to organise, vote, demonstrate and express political loyalty should be protected just as fiercely as the freedoms of his opponents. Democracy is not supposed to punish people for supporting the government. Nor is it supposed to punish them for opposing it.

The problem begins when political loyalty becomes an unofficial passport to full citizenship. Turkey is not a country without elections, opposition parties or citizens capable of resisting political pressure. It is more complicated and therefore more troubling than that. Millions of Turks continue to contest power, protest, publish, organise and vote. The question is whether the institutions around them will permit those rights to mean what they are supposed to mean.

A state does not prove its democratic character by protecting the people who agree with it. It proves it by protecting the people who do not. That is the uncomfortable test facing Erdoğan's Turkey. Not whether Erdoğan can command loyalty, but whether a Turkish citizen can look at the president and say, “I disagree with you,” without first wondering whether the state will come looking for him.


The oil spoils by Timothy Davies

There is something revealing about the language surrounding Venezuela’s oil. It is presented as a deal, an agreement, an opportunity for reconstruction, even a triumph of American energy policy. But strip away the diplomatic wrapping and a simpler picture emerges: pressure was applied, power was displayed, and suddenly the world’s largest proven oil reserves became considerably more accessible to the power applying the pressure.

That is not how imperialism used to announce itself. There were flags, occupations and governors in colonial uniforms. The modern version arrives with contracts, investment packages, sanctions waivers and the reassuring vocabulary of “partnership”.

Washington’s policy toward Venezuela has undergone a remarkable transformation. After years of sanctions and economic pressure, the Trump administration has moved towards opening Venezuela’s oil sector to American business and securing extensive American access to its reserves. In August, Trump announced an agreement involving 65 billion barrels of proven reserves and described it as the biggest oil deal in history. The administration portrays the arrangement as beneficial to both countries.

Perhaps it will benefit Venezuela eventually. A devastated oil industry desperately needs investment, technology, infrastructure and competent management. Venezuelans need jobs, functioning refineries and an economy capable of producing something other than political slogans. But the question is not whether Venezuela needs investment. It is how that investment was obtained, who controls the resulting wealth and who possesses the leverage to determine the terms.

That distinction matters. For years Washington used Venezuela's oil industry as an instrument of economic pressure. Now the same resource has become an instrument of economic opportunity, for American companies and American strategic interests. Sanctions are eased, contracts become possible, oil begins moving more freely and companies rush towards the Orinoco Belt. ExxonMobil is reportedly considering a return; Continental Resources has already signed a memorandum concerning an oil block.

There is an almost comic symmetry here. Venezuela was told that its government was unacceptable. Its economy was squeezed. Its oil exports were restricted. Then, when the political circumstances changed, the door opened and the oil industry suddenly became an attractive investment destination.

The oil, apparently, had not become more democratic. It had simply become more accessible. This is where the rhetoric of “America First” becomes particularly revealing. Energy security is a legitimate national interest. So is encouraging American companies to invest abroad. But when military power, diplomatic pressure, sanctions policy and commercial access begin operating in the same direction, the distinction between foreign policy and commercial extraction becomes dangerously thin.

Venezuela should not be expected to surrender its natural wealth merely because it has been politically weakened. Nor should Washington pretend that enormous economic privileges acquired after extraordinary pressure constitute an ordinary commercial transaction.

There is another danger. If Venezuelan oil becomes the prize at the end of intimidation, other governments will draw their own conclusions. The message will not be subtle: resist Washington and pay a price; accommodate Washington and your resources suddenly become negotiable.

That is not a sustainable international order. It is a hierarchy dressed as a marketplace. Venezuela deserves reconstruction. Its people deserve the benefits of their oil. American businesses deserve the opportunity to invest. But none of those propositions requires the powerful to confuse leverage with ownership.

Oil beneath Venezuelan soil belongs first to Venezuela. If prosperity follows, it should be because Venezuelans have gained a functioning economy, not because the bully discovered that intimidation comes with an exceptionally profitable receipt.


EPA goes dark by Brea Willis

The Environmental Protection Agency was created to protect Americans from the consequences of pollution. In Donald Trump’s America, it increasingly looks like an agency being asked to protect pollution from Americans.

The latest move is breathtaking even by the standards of this administration. The EPA has repealed most of the Biden-era greenhouse-gas requirements for coal- and gas-fired power plants and proposed removing the remaining federal standards governing carbon emissions from the power sector. The administration says the rollback will save more than $300 billion and unleash American energy. Critics point to the obvious alternative accounting: dirtier air, greater carbon emissions and higher long-term costs imposed not on power companies, but on everyone else.

This is more than another regulatory dispute. It is a philosophical declaration. The Trump administration is effectively arguing that because American power-plant emissions are only one part of a global problem, Washington should do less about them. That logic could be applied to almost anything. One factory is only one factory. One oil field is only one oil field. One country is only one country. Climate change, conveniently, becomes everybody else's responsibility.

That is precisely how collective problems become permanent ones. There is something particularly revealing about the language of “energy abundance”. Abundance of what? Coal and gas, certainly. But energy abundance without environmental accounting is rather like celebrating cheap cigarettes because the tobacco industry has stopped paying for the hospital.

The administration presents regulation as an enemy of prosperity, as though environmental standards were an eccentric luxury invented by bureaucrats who dislike electricity. Yet the economic calculation is never so simple. A power plant may save money by avoiding emissions controls. The costs do not disappear. They migrate into polluted communities, damaged ecosystems, health systems, insurance bills, agricultural losses and the increasingly expensive business of adapting to a hotter and more unstable climate.

That is the great trick of deregulation: call something a saving when the bill has merely been handed to somebody else. The EPA's own policy reversal is especially striking because greenhouse gases do not become less consequential simply because an American regulator changes its paperwork. Carbon dioxide does not read the Federal Register. The atmosphere does not recognise national borders. Physics is famously indifferent to presidential slogans.

And America is hardly a spectator. Power plants account for roughly a quarter of U.S. climate pollution, making the sector too large to dismiss as a rounding error.

There is also a political danger in turning environmental protection into an ideological battlefield. Climate policy should certainly be debated: about costs, technology, reliability, employment and the pace of transition. But abolishing standards is not the same as winning that debate. It simply removes one of the referees.

Trump's EPA is therefore doing something more consequential than helping coal and gas. It is redefining what government is for.

An environmental agency that regards pollution controls as an economic burden rather than a public responsibility eventually ceases to be an environmental agency in everything but name.

The darkest irony is that the administration calls this freedom. It is freedom for the smokestack, perhaps. For everyone breathing beneath it, the future looks rather less liberating.


Sceptic feathers #136 #Cartoon by Thanos Kalamidas

 

Cynicism with feathers on thin wires.

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A Nation’s Amnesia: Jinnah and Bangladesh By Habib Siddiqui

History is not a decorative ornament for nations; it is the spine that holds their identity upright. When nations forget their history, they do not merely lose memory — they lose moral direction. Bangladesh today stands at such a crossroads. The recent controversy at Dhaka University over the placement of Muhammad Ali Jinnah’s photograph — followed by its removal, defacement, and denunciation — is not merely a dispute over a portrait; it is a symptom of a deeper malaise: a nation increasingly estranged from the historical forces that made its very existence possible.

Bangladesh emerged in 1971, but its story does not begin in 1971. It begins in 1947, when Pakistan was born — a Pakistan that had two wings separated by nearly a thousand miles of hostile Indian territory. Without Pakistan, there would be no Bangladesh. Without Jinnah, there would be no Pakistan. And without the Muslim League’s political struggle, the Muslims of Bengal — my parents’ and grandparents’ generation — would have been condemned to the fate that today’s Indian Muslims suffer under Modi’s BJP: second-class citizenship, daily humiliation, mosque demolition, bulldozer justice, and the slow erosion of constitutional rights.

This is not a matter of sentiment. It is a matter of historical fact.Those interested in a deeper exploration of these dynamics will find extensive documentation and analysis in my book –‘Modi-fied’ India: The Transformation of a Nation(Peter Lang, 2026).

The Forgotten Debt: Jinnah and the Bengali Muslims

It is fashionable today in Bangladesh to vilify Jinnah, to erase his name from halls, avenues, and textbooks, and to replace him with figures whose historical roles were far more ambiguous. Jinnah Hall became Surya Sen Hall; Qaid-e-Azam Avenue became Bangabandhu Avenue. The irony is painful.

Forget, for a moment, that the Anushilon Samiti— the organization Surya Sen joined in 1916 — was a Hindutvadi outfit that explicitly excluded Muslims. Its members were required to take solemn vows while holding the Bhagavad Gita or standing before images of Hindu deities such as Durga or Kali. Forget that its ideological foundation rested heavily on Hindu revivalist literature, including Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay’s anti‑Muslim, bigotry-laden and deeply offensive Anandamath, with its polytheistic anthem Vande Mataram. Forget even that the Samiti vehemently opposed the 1905 Partition of Bengal — a partition welcomed by the vast majority of Bengali Muslims because it freed them from the suffocating grip of absentee Hindu zamindars basking in Kolkata. And forget, too, that in the post‑1905 era the Samiti’s coercive “Swadeshi enforcement” routinely brought it into violent conflict with poor Muslim peasants and traders, who depended on inexpensive British salt and cloth; Samiti volunteers, drawn largely from upper-casteHindu youths (Bhadralok), often used intimidation and force to destroy their livelihoods.

How many Bangladeshis today know any of this? How many understand what those violent revolutionary — or more accurately, terrorist — activities ever accomplished for Bengal, or for the Bangladesh of today?

The honest answer is: very few—and even then only superficially. While the general public today largely remembers these revolutionaries through a romanticized anti-colonial lens—unaware of the deep communal divisions they exacerbated—their actions fundamentally altered Bengal's history forever.

Yet today, this historical reality is entirely inverted: figures like Surya Sen are celebrated as heroes, while Jinnah—the man who secured political dignity for millions of Muslims against those very forces—is treated as an interloper.

This inversion of historical truth is not merely ingratitude; it is dangerous. It blinds Bangladeshis to the structural forces that shaped their destiny.

Jinnah’s Dhaka Speeches: A Window into His Mind

The two speeches Jinnah delivered in Dhaka on March 21 and March 24, 1948 — preserved in archives — are essential to understanding the present controversy. They reveal a man who was not a dictator imposing linguistic tyranny, but a statesman grappling with the existential threats facing a fragile new nation.

In the March 21 speech, Jinnah warned: “There are people financed by foreign enemies, intent on creating disruption… Their object is to disrupt and sabotage Pakistan.”

He understood — with astonishing clarity — that India would attempt to destabilize Pakistan from Day One. History has proven him right. The Indian establishment never accepted Pakistan’s stability. The creation of Bangladesh in 1971 was not merely a humanitarian intervention; it was a geopolitical strategy to amputate Pakistan.

Jinnah foresaw this decades earlier.

On the language question, at the Dacca University Convocation on March 24, 1948, he stated:“Whether Bengali should be the official language of this province is a matter for the elected representatives of the people of this province to decide.”

This sentence alone demolishes the myth that Jinnah sought to suppress Bengali. He explicitly affirmed Bengali’s place in East Pakistan.

But he also insisted:“The state language of Pakistan is going to be Urdu and no other language.”

This was not linguistic chauvinism. It was political realism. Pakistan needed a unifying state language — a true lingua franca —to prevent centrifugal forces, especially Indian interference, from tearing it apart. Urdu, already widely used among Muslims across North India, was the logical choice.

Jinnah’s stance must be understood in the context of the time, not through the lens of later nationalist narratives.

The Historical Context: Why Urdu? Why Unity?

Context matters a lot. On 23 February 1948, in the Pakistan Constituent Assembly in Karachi, Dhirendranath Datta — long known for his anti‑Muslim politics since 1905 and widely perceived as Nehru’s Trojan Horse within East Pakistan — rose to demand that Bengali be made one of the official languages of Pakistan. His proposal was not a neutral linguistic plea; it was widely interpreted by the government as a calculated attempt to inflame provincial sentiment at a moment when Pakistan was still struggling to stabilize itself after Partition. Datta’s deep political networks in independent India only heightened suspicions in Karachi that linguistic pride could be weaponized into a conduit for Indian destabilization.

Jinnah’s subsequent remarks in Dhaka cannot be divorced from this context. Speaking at the Dhaka University Convocation, he warned students that the language controversy was being deliberately stoked by external actors hostile to Pakistan’s very existence:“Does it not strike you rather odd that certain sections of the Indian press to whom the very name of Pakistan is anathema, should in the matter of language controversy set themselves up as the champion of what they call your just rights? … I must warn you to beware of these fifth columnists.”

For Jinnah, the sudden enthusiasm of Indian political circles for Bengali linguistic rights was not benevolence but subversion. The same forces that had opposed Pakistan’s creation were now exploiting linguistic sentiment to weaken it from within. He saw the language agitation not as a cultural debate, but as a geopolitical fault line.

Jinnah’s own approach to East Pakistan was shaped by an acute awareness of its structural vulnerabilities. He understood that Bengal was fractured by deep communal and economic fissures: a historically entrenched Hindu elite dominated education, administration, and the professions, while the vast Muslim agrarian population remained politically exposed and economically fragile. In such an environment, linguistic politics could easily become a proxy for separatist sentiment.

This is why Jinnah drew a clear distinction between provincial language and state language. For official use within East Pakistan, he affirmed that “the people of the province can choose any language they wish,” and that this decision must be made solely by the province’s elected representatives. But for inter‑provincial communication — the lingua franca of a state split by a thousand miles of hostile territory — he argued that only Urdu could serve.

His reasoning rested on several pillars.

First, Urdu was already the shared Muslim lingua franca of North India and Pakistan. It was not the native language of any region in West Pakistan, nor of Jinnah himself, a Gujarati; yet it functioned as a neutral administrative medium across Muslim political networks. As noted by Shafi J. Ahmed in Legacy of Jinnah: A Bangladeshi Perspective, most educated Bengali Muslims — from A.K. Fazlul Huq and the Khwaja family and H.S. Suhrawardy to Abul Hashim and A.H. Bhasani — were fluent in Urdu; it was also the court language of the last Muslim Nawabs. To Jinnah, this suggested that Urdu could serve as a unifying instrument without privileging any single provincial language.

Second, Urdu carried symbolic weight. Jinnah emphasized that it had been “nurtured by a hundred million Muslims of this sub-continent,” embodied Islamic cultural and literary traditions, and was “nearest to the language used in other Islamic countries.” In his view, Urdu provided Pakistan with a civilizational anchor that Bengali, Punjabi, Sindhi, or Pashto — each tied to specific regions — could not offer.

Third, Urdu was a defensive shield. Jinnah pointed out that Urdu had been “driven out of the Indian Union” and that even its script had been disallowed — a deliberate attempt, in his view, to erase Muslim cultural identity within India. The sudden embrace of Bengali linguistic rights by Indian political networks, therefore, appeared deeply suspect. To him, linguistic agitation was one of the “subtle ways whereby the poison of provincialism is being sedulously injected into this province.”

Thus, confronted with Datta’s maneuvering, the vulnerability of a geographically bifurcated state, and the specter of Indian interference, Jinnah advanced Urdu not as a cultural imposition but as an administrative shield — a strategic attempt to bind Pakistan against external destabilization and internal fragmentation.

And history ultimately vindicated him.

The very forces he warned about — provincialism, linguistic manipulation, external interference — eventually culminated in the breakup of Pakistan in 1971. Bangladesh emerged, but at a cost: the permanent hostility of India, the loss of geopolitical leverage, and the fragmentation of Muslim political unity in South Asia.

The Muslim League’s Struggle: A Bengali Story, Too

It is intellectually dishonest to treat Pakistan as a foreign imposition on Bengal. Bengal was central to the Pakistan movement. The Lahore Resolution of 1940 envisioned “independent states” in Muslim-majority regions — and Bengal was one of them.

The Muslim League’s 14-Point formula of 1929 was a blueprint for protecting Muslim minorities in a Hindu-majority India. Gandhi himself admitted to Abul Hashim on August 15, 1947:“Hashim, I shall jump at it.”

But Congress rejected it in 1929. Nehru rejected Jinnah’s proposals in 1928. Patel rejected federal safeguards. The Khaksars tried to assassinate Jinnah. Many Ulema opposed Pakistan. And yet, the Muslim masses — above all the Bengali Muslims — rallied behind Qaid-e-Azam Jinnah.

They saw what Jinnah saw: that Hindu majoritarianism would eventually crush Muslim rights.

Today’s India under Modi and the Sangh Parivar proves Jinnah right. Indian Muslims are called “Babur ki aulad” by “Godse ki aulad” hoodlums. They are lynched, marginalized, and treated as aliens. Their citizenship is conditional. Their loyalty is questioned. Their mosques are demolished. Their history is erased.

This is the India that Jinnah foresaw in the 1930s and 1940s.

Bangladesh’s Historical Amnesia: A Nation in Denial

Bangladesh’s political culture today is built on selective memory. It celebrates 1971 but ignores 1947. It venerates secularism but forgets that Jinnah was the most secular Muslim leader of his time. It glorifies anti-Muslim revolutionaries like Surya Sen but erases the man who secured political dignity for millions of Bengali Muslims.

This amnesia is not accidental. It is cultivated.

The post-1971 state narrative needed to delegitimize Pakistan to legitimize its own birth. In the process, it delegitimized Jinnah. But history cannot be rewritten without consequences.

A nation that forgets its origins becomes vulnerable to manipulation. Bangladesh today is increasingly susceptible to Indian cultural hegemony, political influence, and historical distortion. The erasure of Jinnah is part of this larger pattern.

Why Jinnah Matters to Bangladesh Today

Jinnah’s relevance to Bangladesh is not sentimental; it is structural.

1. He secured Muslim political identity in South Asia.

Without Jinnah, Muslims would have been swallowed by Hindu majoritarianism — as they are today in India.

2. He created Pakistan, which created the geopolitical space for Bangladesh.

East Pakistan was not a colony; it was a wing of a Muslim homeland. Bangladesh inherited that political identity.

3. He envisioned a secular, democratic Pakistan.

His August 11, 1947 speech remains one of the most powerful declarations of minority rights in South Asian history. He said, “You are free; you are free to go to your temples, you are free to go to your mosques or to any other place or worship in this State of Pakistan. You may belong to any religion or caste or creed that has nothing to do with the business of the State… We are starting in the days where there is no discrimination, no distinction between one community and another, no discrimination between one caste or creed and another. We are starting with this fundamental principle that we are all citizens and equal citizens of one State… Now I think we should keep that in front of us as our ideal and you will find that in 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 reminded people of the importance of character-building. As I have argued in my book – Bangladesh: a Polarized and Divided Nation? – had Pakistan lived up to the expectations of its great founder, its truncation might have been avoided, or at least delayed.

4. He warned against provincialism and external interference.

Bangladesh’s political polarization and instability today reflect the very dangers Jinnah identified.

5. He understood Bengal’s unique vulnerabilities.

His insistence on unity was not authoritarianism; it was foresight.

A Homage to Jinnah: The Man Behind the Myth

Jinnah was not perfect. No leader is. But he was the most secular, most principled, and most intellectually rigorous politician of his era. He defended Bal Gangadhar Tilak free of charge despite their differences on many matters. From the warmth of that relationship sprung the Lucknow Pact of 1916, which was the last hope for a united India. He rejected the much-coveted British knighthood, saying,“I prefer to be plain Mr. Jinnah.”

He was called the “Ambassador of Hindu-Muslim Unity” by Sarojini Naidu. Gokhale said:“He is the best ambassador of Hindu-Muslim unity.”

He fought for a united India longer than any Congress leader. He turned to Pakistan only when every door to Hindu-Muslim coexistence had been slammed shut by the chauvinist leadership of the Congress.

Francis Mudie, the last British Governor of Sindh, in Jinnah’s honor once said: “In judging Jinnah, we must remember what he was up against. He had against him not only the wealth and brains of the Hindus, but also nearly the whole of British officialdom, and most of the Home politicians, who made the great mistake of refusing to take Pakistan seriously. Never was his position really examined.”

Historian Stanley Wolpert summarizes the profound effect that Jinnah had on the world: “Few individuals significantly alter the course of history. Fewer still modify the map of the world. Hardly anyone can be credited with creating a nation-state. Mohammad Ali Jinnah did all three.”

To erase Jinnah from Bangladesh’s memory is to erase the very foundation of Bengali Muslim political consciousness.

Conclusion: Reclaiming Our History

Bangladesh must reclaim its history — not the sanitized version taught in textbooks, but the full, complex, honest history of its emergence. Jinnah is part of that history. Pakistan is part of that history. The Muslim League is part of that history. The fears, hopes, and struggles of millions of Bengali Muslims are part of that history.

To deny this is to deny ourselves.

The controversy over Jinnah’s photograph is not about a frame on a wall. It is about whether Bangladesh will continue to live in historical amnesia or finally embrace the truth of its origins.

Jinnah deserves respect — not because Pakistan reveres him, but because Bangladesh owes him its very possibility.

History is not a burden; it is a compass. And Jinnah is one of its true norths.


Dr. Siddiqui is a peace and human rights activist.


The price-tag of a party by Jemma Norman

Britain has always pretended that money is merely a lubricant of politics. The latest Reform UK windfall makes that comforting fiction harder to maintain.

Two cryptocurrency billionaires have handed Reform £36 million each, producing a combined £72 million donation in little more than a day. The sums are extraordinary by British standards: together, they exceed the total donations received by all British political parties during 2025. The money has arrived as Reform faces continuing scrutiny over its finances and questions about whether electoral rules were properly respected.

Nigel Farage can reasonably say that the donations are legal under the rules that existed when they were made. That is not the same thing as saying the rules are adequate.

Indeed, this is the uncomfortable point that Britain’s political establishment keeps postponing. If one person can legally pour tens of millions into a political party, the problem may not be the donor. It may be the architecture.

Political parties are not private investment vehicles. They are mechanisms through which citizens exercise collective power. When a billionaire can transform a party’s capacity overnight, ordinary membership, small donations and volunteer labour inevitably become less important. Democracy may remain formally one person, one vote, while the political marketplace increasingly resembles one pound, one megaphone.

Reform’s defenders will argue that wealthy donors have always supported British parties, and they are right. Trade unions, businessmen, entrepreneurs and wealthy individuals have financed politics for generations. The answer cannot simply be to discover that large donations become objectionable only when they support a party one dislikes.

But that argument cuts both ways. A system should not be judged by whether the money currently benefits Reform, Labour, Conservatives or anyone else. It should be designed for the political Britain may have tomorrow, including parties that none of today’s politicians expect to dominate.

That means serious reform: tighter limits on individual donations, clearer rules for wealthy Britons with international financial interests, stronger transparency requirements, and meaningful controls over political spending between elections. It also means examining whether public funding should play a larger role, reducing the dependence of parties on a tiny class of wealthy patrons.

The timing matters. Britain is already experiencing a collapse of confidence in institutions. Every scandal involving undeclared gifts, questionable fundraising or alleged attempts to circumvent electoral rules feeds the suspicion that politics is a club whose entrance fee is payable by the very rich. Reform has denied wrongdoing and says it will cooperate with investigations. Those claims should be tested through evidence and due process, not political theatre.

Yet the deeper problem survives whatever investigators conclude. A democracy that permits extraordinary concentrations of private money to enter politics is inviting extraordinary concentrations of political influence.

The danger is not that rich people participate in democracy; it is that wealth can set its volume, tempo and boundaries.

Farage’s great political talent has always been to identify public anger and turn it into a political proposition. Now Britain should identify another anger before it becomes another political crisis: the growing sense that democracy has a price tag.

The £72 million should therefore be treated not merely as Reform’s jackpot, but as Britain’s warning bell. If Parliament waits until the next billionaire arrives with an even larger cheque, it will have learned nothing.


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