Parliament has announced that, henceforth, March 25 will be recognised as Genocide Day. As a person with a job, I couldn’t be more excited. Two back-to-back government holidays? Who needs long weekends? This is assuming, of course, that the commemoration of this day is such that it leads to some sort of break for the overworked masses of the country which, I romantically believe, includes me.
However, as an occasional observer of the nation’s politics, I am slightly more on the fence. For me, as a post-Independence child, brought up within the confines of walls in which I was privileged enough to not have witnessed a bloody war, my relationship with our shared history is one of great conflict.
There is a part of me, naive as that may sound, that wishes to have experienced the war first-hand, and even before that, the linguistic battles, so that I could have a better understanding of what had passed. This is especially true for someone who has been spoon-fed history as if it were truth, as if the mere recollection of the past doesn’t change what had happened, as if memory is objective, set in stone, as if a re-telling doesn’t alter the facts simply through the way it is told.
This is not to reiterate some sort of Trump-like “alternative facts” narrative. But merely to understand our history as it was, unblemished, untainted, un-utilised for political agenda.
Read more at: http://www.dhakatribune.com/opinion/op-ed/2017/03/13/our-days-are-numbered/
Dhaka Tribune, March 13, 2017