On the Fifth Anniversary of Indian Journalist Gauri Lankesh's Assassination, Fight for Justice for Bilkis
A #NobelPeaceforBilkis campaign would be a fitting way to honor Gauri
Today is exactly five years since my friend Gauri Lankesh, the fearless editor of an eponymous tabloid in Bangalore, her home-town, was gunned down in her own driveway by two assassins on a motorcycle. Gauri was a fierce opponent of Hindu nationalism and a dogged exposer of corrupt politicians of all persuasions, so she had many enemies. But 17 men from militant Hindu outfits have been arrested for plotting to kill her (one more has absconded). The trial began this summer and by Indian standards, that is speedy justice.
Gauri’s brazen assassination became major national and international news. It sent India into collective shock. Spontaneous candle light vigils were held all across the country, forcing even the government of her state of Karnataka, where she had many detractors, to give her a state funeral.
This outpouring of grief at the time gave hope that Gauri might not have died in vain—that her death perhaps had finally alerted Indians that their country needed to be pulled back from the dark turn it had taken.
Alas, that seems not to be happening.
To the contrary, like the slow boiling of a frog, every new injustice and atrocity by the government is making average Hindus not only more inured and hardened—but more radicalized. The latest example is their failure to demand that Prime Minister Narendra Modi condemn the release by his home state of the Hindu militants who brutally gang raped a Muslim woman, Bilkis Bano, her mother, her sisters and smashed her three-year-old daughter’s head. Since I wrote about Mr. Modi’s silence a few days ago, I’ve learned that he actually went on the offensive. Instead of denouncing the release of these men, he is denouncing the “urban Naxals”—code for progressives like Gauri— “defaming” Gujarat.
Gauri was a woman of piercing moral clarity. She would have been grief stricken by the release of the rapists but not tongue tied, like so many of us. She would have minced no words in taking on the deafening silence from New Delhi. She might have organized protests that celebrities have been too intimidated to do. Maybe she would have even launched a crusade to award the Nobel Peace Prize to Bilkis who patiently and peacefully struggled for justice from a country that failed to provide her elementary protection from unspeakable savagery. Malala Yousafzai received this award after she took a bullet to her head at the age of 16 for defying the Taliban’s strictures against female education and attending school. Bilkis is hardly less worthy.
In contrast to the Taliban, Prime Minister Modi has made female empowerment a key plank in his 2024 reelection campaign. His slogan is “beti padhao, beti bachao”—educate your daughter, save your daughter.
Bilkis, also India’s daughter, may be illiterate, but she is offering a living lesson of what happens when a country fails to recognize and stand up to the barbaric instincts that always lurk beneath the patina of civilization. This is more important than a formal education.
Bilkis and Gauri are both extraordinary women. Mounting a campaign for a #NobelPeaceforBilkis would be a fitting legacy for Gauri.
Reprinted below is my eulogy for Gauri at the time of her death.
Photo Credit: Chidu Rajghatta
The rising forces of religious extremism, intolerance, and lawlessness in India inflicted a terrible casualty this week: They slayed my dear friend, Gauri Lankesh, the nation’s bravest and fiercest journalist.
If a country’s moral health is to be judged by its capacity to handle dissenters and critics, then my birth land — and the world’s most populous democracy — is in a truly dark place.
Gauri was gunned down by unknown assailants outside her home in Bangalore, India’s equivalent of Silicon Valley, as she stepped out of her car. Reports suggest that her assassins were lurking outside her driveway awaiting her return from work. They sprayed her small frame in a hail of bullets and sped away.
Unfortunately, she is not the first Indian journalist to be murdered so gruesomely — or brazenly. It is not clear who was behind the attack, but at least three of her “spiritual” brothers who, like her, spoke out against the alarming growth of Hindu militancy and shrinking secularism have been likewise struck near their homes in the last few years. None of the murders have been solved, something that distressed Gauri to no end — not because she was overly concerned about her own safety (she always told me not to worry, “love and hugs!”), but the chilling effect such violence has on speech.
In 2015, India was among the three most dangerous countries for journalists, worse than Pakistan and even Afghanistan. Death threats against a long list of journalists whom Hindu militants daily berate as “libturds” and “presstitutes” have become commonplace. Such coarse and violent language has dehumanized journalists in India, making violence against them seem justified. Yet Prime Minister Narenda Modi, a Hindu nationalist himself, has not seen fit to make a national appeal against such hateful invective. More tellingly, he has yet to issue a statement condemning Gauri’s assassination, despite demonstrations and candlelight vigils by heartbroken scribes and grieving fans all over the country. She also got an official funeral by the state government, which would have surely made her laugh given that the same government, just a few months ago, convicted her for criminal defamation for exposing two Hindu politicos who had swindled their own party’s workers. She was sentenced to six months in prison (postponed pending an appeal) — a clear effort to punish her for her opinions, she noted.
To say that Gauri, whom I met in journalism school in New Delhi 34 years ago, was a remarkable woman would be an understatement. She combined a gentle warmth, profound compassion, and easy forgiveness with a steely, unwavering, moral conviction. She was also preternaturally humble and honest — a hero because she never dreamed of being one.
We bonded over boy talk and politics — in that order — during all-night gossip sessions as she filled up the ashtray and gave me a contact high. She was already well on her way to sorting out her politics even before we met when, barely out of high school, she bylined a piece, “Objection Overruled,” lambasting a Supreme Court ruling that banned women from appearing in court in jeans, slapping a picture of her riding a scooter in a denim jumpsuit on it.
Still, she listened more than she opined, which was one reason that neither one of us dreamed then that two decades later she would single-handedly found the eponymous Gauri Lankesh Patrike — a tabloid that combines the counter-establishment politics of the Village Voice with the gossipy salaciousness of the New York Post. And what’s more, turn it into such a fierce and uncompromising voice against India’s triple bane of “communalism” (religious fanaticism), “casteism” (caste oppression), and corruption that it would get her killed.
She shared these causes with her father, himself a highly successful tabloid publisher whose newspaper she ran for 10 years after his death before quitting following a spat with her brother. She used to say that her progressive father, whom she revered, turned her into a feminist.
She wanted to promote her father’s legacy, no doubt — which is why, despite her faltering grasp of Kanada, the local language, she opted to publish her newspaper in it, as he had done. He had convinced her that if she wanted to fight for the underdogs — poor farmers, dalits (untouchables), low-wage women — she had to reach out to them in their language — not that of English-speaking urban sophisticates. She also embraced his business model, refusing advertisements lest they dilute her paper’s anti-establishment commitment, and depended solely on subscriptions — which had to be kept nominal if her target audience were to afford them.
But she was more than her father’s daughter. Gauri had to fight fights that her dad didn’t.
She was a cosmopolite at heart who loved Bangalore because of its openness and tolerance. It was one of safest cities in India for women in the 1970s and 1980s when women could, as she wrote, hop on their “RX 100 Yamaha motorcycle” and go “whrooming, without raising an eyebrow.” Women inhabited the pub scene as much as men — and not in long skirts with loose blouses, Gauri observed, but “jeans and a Little Black Dress.” Bangalore didn’t have a “live and let live” ethos, it had an “adjust a little” attitude — meaning that every religion and way of life happily made space for the others.
All of that began to change over the last 15 years with the increasing “saffronization” — saffron being the color worn by Hindu fanatics — of her state. Hindu thugs in both parties — BJP, the majoritarian Hindu party, but also Congress, the so-called secular party of religious and other minorities — started thrashing women who wore “immodest” clothes or celebrated Valentine’s Day. They invented the threat of “love jihad” — Muslim men seducing Hindu women — to justify terrorizing Muslims in the state. She understood before many others that the project of this new, virulent form of Hinduism was to resist reform of its own regressive practices while demonizing India’s minority religions for theirs.
Gauri was going to have none of that. She mounted scathing attacks on them. She used strong — though, unlike her enemies, never abusive — language, named names, and connected dots. But what made her truly dangerous was that she yielded not an inch in her patriotism. She was an atheist and something of an Enlightenment rationalist who demanded a radical separation of religion and state. But she defended her views not by referring to Western thought but India’s own rich intellectual traditions, making their standard accusations against their political opponents as “anti-national” or “anti-Hindu” fall flat when hurled at her. The authentically indigenous mode of her writings fundamentally deflated their claims of being the “true” representatives of their country and culture.
She knew Hindu mythology in all its resplendent local diversity long before University of Chicago’s Wendy Donniger wrote a scholarly treatise about it. So she could counter Hindutva (Hindu nationalist) efforts to impose its dogma by referring to Hindu epics and scriptures and showing just how contrary to the true spirit of Hindu pluralism their ideas were. The source of her own lack of faith in god, she once told me, was Charvaka, an ancient materialist school of thought within Hinduism. She mercilessly mocked public figures whose misguided displays of piety, consciously or unconsciously, entrenched upper-caste Hindu hegemony. (For example, she wrote a piece last year lambasting India’s president in 1951 who publicly washed the feet of 201 Brahmins and drank the water as “vulgar” — a virtually blasphemous thought in today’s India.)
She made mistakes and had her blind spots, to be sure. Unlike me, she had a strong socialist streak. She didn’t condemn Naxalism — a militant Maoist movement in India that fights for lower castes and farmers against feudal, upper-caste landlords — as forcefully as she should have. She called for the “rehabilitation” of its members because she saw them as more misguided than dangerous — and also because, whatever their excesses, they paled in comparison with those of a violent state that without any due process killed real and alleged Naxals in fake “encounters” (confrontations), including one with our journalism school friend, Saket Rajan, whose death profoundly affected Gauri.
The Charlie Hebdo attacks perpetrated by Islamist terrorists in France generated worldwide condemnations. But the climate of hate created by Hindu fanatics against Indian journalists has elicited barely a peep. This is partly because Hindu extremism is still a local phenomenon whose poison hasn’t yet spread. And it is partly because the West, thanks to its own insularity, still sees India as the land of white doves and Gandhi. It simply hasn’t adjusted to India’s new reality.
Gauri’s assassination shows just how far India’s once-proud liberal democracy has fallen. It will be up to us, her liberal comrades and friends, wherever we are, to try and lift it up again.
May we make your country worthy of your sacrifice one day, Gauri. Love and hugs.
This article was originally published on September 8, 2017, by The Week.