This truly is an inconvenient truth. I am not talking of Al Gore’s film on Climate Change, which in a way brought him the Nobel prize. The inconvenient truth I am talking about will not bring the writer, Shubhranshu Choudhury, an intrepid journalist, any laurels. I am sure instead it will invite him more problems, including threats to his life.
Shubhranshu, formerly with the BBC New Delhi office, ventured where the educated fear to tread. He unmasks the sordid truth behind the economic growth the country is witnessing. How land is being grabbed, and the poor are being divested of their only economic security. All in the name of development and economic growth. This story involves the Essar group, and brings out the reality of Corporate governance. It brings out the stark reality of the way the media operates, the way the police maintains ‘law and order’ and the way the dissenting voices and the few government officials who have the courage to stand up are silenced. Everything happens so quietly and neatly.
This reminds me of a film New Delhi Times that I had seen several years back. I wish Mahesh Bhatt could put this story so lucidly on the big screen. I wish Madhur Bhandarkar could do a sequel to his film Corporate, and Ajay Kanchan can do a hard-hitting documentary. I hope they are listening.
His former employers, BBC World Service, needs to applaud him.
Shubhranshu Chaudhury is an amazing journalist. I admire his courage, and salute him for his courage of conviction. He has brought out an untold truth, and this shocking expose must be read by every citizen. Please circulate it as widely as possible. And don’t forget to send it to the self-imposed guardians of civil liberty, the mainline economists and economic teachers in the universities and colleges who are mainly responsible for the mess the nation is in, the celebrity faces that you see only on the TV, and of course the powers that be.
Journalists maybe paid for not writing in places like Chhatisgarh and for that matter in every mofussil town, but the scenario in the metros is not much different. The only difference being that in the big metros, journalists are paid more for not speaking the truth, and for turning a blind eye to the ground realities.
I read this report first on the Jharkhand Forum. I then spoke to Shubhranshu, and sought his permission to reproduce it on Ground Reality. Here it is:
Journalism is the art of not writing in Chhatisgarh
By Shubhranshu Choudhury
I was in Bhairamgarh to cover a Salwa Judum rally. Bhairamgarh is a small town in the Bijapur district of southern Chhattisgarh where the State is engaged in a bloody war with the Maoists. According to the government, the Salwa Judum is a “spontaneous people’s movement” against Maoists; human rights activists call it a brutal State-created militia. The rally was scheduled to pass along narrow tribal paths deep in the jungle where no vehicle can go. So the Salwa Judum leader Mahendra Karma very kindly arranged for me to ride on the back of a motorcycle. The bike moved easily through the jungle, weaving in and out of several tribal groups en route to the rally. I discovered in the course of my conversation with the bike rider that he was a local journalist. Indeed, the ride turned into a crash course in local journalism for me. The journalist worked for one of the top dailies in Chhattisgarh. “How much salary do you get,” I asked him. “I do not get a salary,” he replied. “Oh, so how do you earn a living?” “By not writing,” was the answer. Noting my surprise, he clarified.
“Journalism here is the art of not writing,” he said. “I earn around Rs 5,000 every month by not writing.” I still could not make sense of what he was saying. “Being journalists, we know who is doing what; the ins and the outs of corrupt practice, and the perpetrators,” he continued. “We get a fee for not writing about the corruption. That is our salary.” He added: “Not only do we not get a salary, we spend from our own pockets to collect and send the news to the head office. It is still worth our while. There are a handful of journalists in the district headquarters who do get a token salary. But in reality they earn many times more than that.” “It is an easy profession for making money,” he explained. “As we know good things about the Salwa Judum, similarly we also know all the bad things about the Salwa Judum. But we do not write about the bad things, for obvious reasons,” he added, watching leader of the Salwa Judum, Mahendra Karma, who was standing nearby. Karma is also leader of the opposition in Chhattisgarh.
Almost every newspaper in Chhattisgarh still refers to the Salwa Judum as a “peaceful people’s movement” even though there are numerous reports in the national press about human rights violations perpetrated by the group. After the rally, I proceeded to Dhurli village to cover a possible meeting between Essar and local villagers. The corporate house was seeking a no objection certificate (NOC) from local landowners to set up a plant. When we reached Dhurli, a group of villagers approached us and said threateningly: “You must be a broker for Essar.” They spotted our camera, paused a bit, but then added: “All journalists are also brokers of the industrialists. You must leave the village. We do not want to talk to you.” I was shocked at the level of hatred for journalists in the village. In Dantewada town, after hearing my story, some journalists explained to me in great detail how much Essar was paying journalists to “keep their mouths shut”. They could not give me any proof, unfortunately. People in Dhurli had told me: “Tell the government, if they want to take our land they must first kill us. They can take this land only over our dead bodies.”
Back in Delhi, I was amazed to read a report by the Indo Asian News Service claiming that the people of Dhurli had agreed to give their land to Essar. They were so happy with Essar’s rehabilitation package, the report said, that they had written a letter to the government expressing their willingness to give away their land. The report received prominent coverage by newspapers like The Times of India, The Hindu Business Line and The Economic Times. It also furnished details of how many people had signed the letter and to whom the letter had been given. I could not believe it! The story must be true, I thought, if so many papers had carried it. After reflecting on this for a few days, I could not help calling the officer named in the newspaper report. SDM Ambalgam was shocked: “What letter? And which newspaper are you talking about,” she asked. “I have not got any letter, and no one has agreed to give land as far as I know.” “Have they given the letter to another officer,” I ventured to ask. “No. I am the officer in charge of land acquisition here. Even if they had given the letter to another officer it would have come to me,” she replied. “I can’t believe what you are saying,” she added. I faxed the articles to Ambalgam, at her request. She issued a show cause notice to Essar asking for an explanation for the news item. The article also featured a quote from the head of Essar in Chhattisgarh commenting on the “letter from the villagers”.
According to Ambalgam, Essar replied saying it had been misled by the reporter. Ambalgam was subsequently transferred from Dantewada. No one followed the matter up with the reporter or the newspaper. That incident prompted me to look more carefully at news items being generated from Raipur in the national newspapers. This is what I found. The Indian Express carried a report on the front page saying that Naxals had killed three farmers because they had continued farming in defi
ce of a Naxal ban on all farm activities. I had not heard of any Naxal ban on farming whilst I was there! A few phone calls told me that the three people had indeed been killed by Naxals but that the killings had no connection with farming. Farming was on full swing in Chintagufa village, I was told. “These people were killed because of their alleged connection with the police, not because they were farming,” former sarpanch of Chintagufa told me over the phone. If I was able to speak to the people of Chintagufa by phone to crosscheck a story from Delhi, why couldn’t journalists from Raipur do the same? I wrote about this in my column in a local daily the following week. No one took notice of the article. In fact, the very next day The Times of India carried the same old story about Naxals attacking farmers because of the ban. Some journalists told me, off the record, from which intelligence officer’s desk the story had been generated. But they could not provide any proof. “The officer gave the story only to his trusted ones,” a journalist explained. In the meantime I had begun working on a story about farmer suicides in Chhattisgarh. I was shocked to find that, according to National Crime Records Bureau figures, Chhattisgarh has the highest number of farmer suicides in the country, each year.
Despite the alarming numbers, and eight years after the state came into existence, not a single journalist in Chhattisgarh had written about it! I mentioned this in my column. Shortly after, there was an article on the front page of the paper with the headline, ‘Everybody loves a good fraud; untruth of farmer suicides in Chhattisgarh’. The article called the National Crime Records Bureau data a lie, to which, astonishingly, the Bureau did not respond — a basic journalistic procedural requirement. My column in the local newspaper was stopped. After years I was suddenly told that my writing was inaccurate and full of lies! Journalists who do not wish to be named have told me: “We want to write the story of farmer suicides. We can see it happening around us. But the story will go against the government and then the government will stop (publishing) advertisements in our newspapers. So we cannot write the story.”
Kamlesh Painkra’s story
The story of Kamlesh Painkra probably best explains the situation of journalists in Chhattisgarh today. Painkra was the first journalist to write about human rights violations by the Salwa Judum. Following his report, he was told by the local superintendent of police (SP) to apologise and admit that his story had been a mistake. When Painkra refused, he lost his job. His brother, who was a teacher, was put behind bars, ostensibly for sheltering Naxalites. The district administration cancelled Painkra’s licence to sell public distribution system (PDS) grain in the local market for no apparent reason. It was his main source of income. Painkra was finally forced to flee his home, taking his family with him, when a friendly policeman told him that the police was going to kill him in an “encounter”.
They still live like refugees. No local newspaper reported his ordeal. I tried to help out by asking a few editor friends to hire him as their Dantewada district correspondent. Painkra now lives in Dantewada after fleeing his home district of Bijapur. Painkra was hired, but the fine print of his appointment letter was interesting. The letter stated that his salary would be Rs 3,000 a month.
It went on to say that he would also have to collect advertisements worth Rs 20,000 every month and that his salary would be a proportion of the amount he managed to collect. “That means that if the advertising money goes down the salary will go down accordingly,” Painkra explained. He declined the offer, saying: “If I have to collect Rs 20,000 every month in a town with a population of less than 25,000, you can imagine from whom I will have to collect the advertisements. How can I do any journalism after that?”
Last month, the Central Reserve Police Force (CRPF) bulldozed Painkra’s house in Bijapur to make room for a volleyball ground for soldiers. There were no reports in the papers about this. Painkra’s family was not informed of the demolition. Nor was any compensation paid to them. The pressures on journalists in Chhattisgarh are special.
Some time ago, the Naxals sent an audio CD to every newspaper office in Raipur. The CD contained, among other things, a recording of a conversation, via walkie-talkie, between the same superintendent of police, Bijapur, who had threatened Painkra, and his deputy. During the conversation, the SP tells his subordinate: “Keep an eye on the area and if you see any journalists just kill them.” The government reacted by saying the recording was bogus. Police officials in private accept that the voice was indeed that of the SP and that the Naxals had tuned into his conversation on the walkie-talkie. No national newspaper covered the news. The SP was sent to work in the State Human Rights Commission.