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“Pakistan was an ever-present ghost inourhouse.AswasZia.AndZulfikar.
ndShah Nawaz. My father andI car-ried invisible baggage with us, bothloved and feared,” Fatima Bhutto
rites in Songs of Blood and Sword .General Zia ul Haq was the dicta-tor who put to death Pakistan’s first
elected prime minister – and Fati-ma’s grandfather – Zulfikar Ali Bhut-to in 1979. His son Shah Nawaz wasfound dead in Paris in 1986. Theirghosts have since been joined by thoseofFatima’sfather, MirMurtazaBhutto, killedon thestreetinfrontof hishomein1996,andhissisterBena-zir, assassinatedin2007. As a young woman, Fatima witness-
es the violent and unnatural deathsof her dear uncle and her father. Shehears whispers that her own aunt
as involved – directly or indirectly – in those deaths. She grows up withthe sadness of a family cleaved intofactions. She writes to remember,she writes to accuse, she writes to ex-plain. Attheheartofthismemoir liesthe pain of a deep loss. She notes herfather’s perfume, his laugh, his hu-mour and joy at living, his previousloves, his undergraduate thesis, hiscollege friends, the music he loved,the revolutionaries he admired, theplaces he lived and people he met. It is an exhaustive remembrance toldreverentially, lovingly and at timesclumsily –and all the more touching asaresult. Shewritesthatshehoped,throughthisbook,tomake“mypeace
ithmyfather...finallyhonouringmy last promise to him –to tell his story –andthen, tofinally say goodbye.”
Her project is a recuperative one:she wants to rescue the memory of her father Murtaza and to claim forhim the status of a nation’s saviour.She wants to tear away the skein of hagiography that now covers thememory ofBenazir Bhutto, toexposeher corruption, her culpability, her
blind ambition. Above all, she wantsto unburden herself of the sorrow of losing her father attheage of14.
None should deny Fatima Bhuttothe right to remember her loss –but that is not all this memoir aspires to.Inherpreface,shecastsafamiliarpic-ture of Pakistan aflame, devastatedfromoutsideby dronesandmissiles,plundered from within by croniesandcorruptions:“Howhavewecometothisstateofaffairs?”sheasks.
This book is her answer. But it is asimplistic, uncritical and benightedone.
The Bhuttos, landed elite fromSindh, can claim a long and check-ered history of entanglements withpower – first the British colonialadministration, then the new post-colonial state. Among “Sindh’s larg-est landowners,” they exerted great influence, controlling and directing hundredsofthousandsofruralfami-lies. Fatima does not linger long onthisearly history –excepttopointout how “debonair”, “dashing”, “hand-some”, and “beautiful” every one
was. Her grandfather, Zulfikar Ali, issoonofftoBerkeley,CaliforniawheresomeonemistakeshimforaMexican– this awakens in him the spirit of egalitarianism and equity. Or so it isremembered.
Zulfikar Ali’s meteoric rise fromSindhi feudal to President of Paki-stan is portrayed here either hagi-ographically or casually: at his bettermomentsZulfikarAliisrememberedas being destined for greatness; dur-ing his weaker moments he is the
victim of poor advice. The most egre-
gious omissions concern his politi-cal response to Bengali demands forequivalence in East Pakistan (whichbroke away to become Bangladeshafter a civil war in 1971); it was theaccord between the military regimeof General Yahya and Zulfikar Ali’snewly founded political party – thePakistan People’s Party – to disen-franchisethewinningAwamiLeagueafter the 1970 elections that sparkedthe conflict that led to Pakistan’s re-partition.Similarly, Fatimaputsana-ive and benign spin on Zulfikar Ali’span-Islamic policies – ignoring the1973constitutionthathepromulgat-ed, which deliberately setthe country on the path toward Sharia law, dealt a deadly blow to minority rights, andenabled General Zia ul Haq’s sub-sequent Sunnification of Pakistan.Zulfikar Ali’s brutal crackdown onBalochistan in 1974 is also excused:thenhewasmerely apawnofthefeu-dals and the army. The voices of hisdetractorsarenotentirelyabsent,but thereisnoattempttoengagecritical-ly with her grandfather’s legacy; trueculpability alwayslieselsewhere.
Zulfikar Ali wasdeposed by GeneralZia in 1977; in his 1979 prison tract, If I Am Assassinated , he wrote: “My sons will not be my sons if they donotdrinkthebloodofthosewhodareto shed my blood.” After his murderin 1979, his sons Mir Murtaza andShah Nawaz took up his call, launch-ing a self-avowedly violent resistanceagainst General Zia’s regime – while
sunningthemselvesinRussian-occu-pied Kabul. They called it al Zulfikar(the Sword) and Mir Murtaza ralliedthesupportofMuammer Qadafi andHafizalAssad.
In March 1981, a Pakistan Interna-tional Airlines flight, PK-326, washijacked en route to Peshawar fromKarachi. It was diverted to Kabul
where Mir Murtaza negotiated withthe hijackers to release the womenand children. The plane was next taken to Damascus where it lingeredforanotherweekbeforethehijackers
gaveup. A NewYorkTimesstory dated April 19, 1981 quotes Mir Murtazasaying that members of his organi-sation were the hijackers and that it was committed to reacting “bru-tally” against Zia ul Haq’s regime.The hijackers murdered a diplomat,TariqRahim.
“I feel secretly proud of my fatherfor abandoning the offer of a blandbut comfortable exile in London tofight what he believed was an unjust system”, Fatima writes. Her pridecoloursher treatmentofthis“phase”
in her father’s life; contrary to hisown admission, she describes thehijackers as not having been mem-bers of al Zulfikar, and says that henever admitted as much. Mir Mur-taza, in her depiction, preferred thepen to the Kalashnikov – it was the
youngerShahNawazwhotookonthetrappingsof theproto-Mujahideen. Where Mir Murtaza does no wrong,
Benazir does no right. She hoversaroundtheedgesofthetext, only sur-facing to have another bit of blamepinned on her silenced shoulders.
She is held responsible for every-thing from keeping Fatima away from her father’s college friends, toseparatingherfromhercousins,toat least covering up, if not ordering, themurder of Shah Nawaz, to murder-ing or looking away from the murderof Mir Murtaza. There is little doubt that Benazir’s governments werecorrupt – and Fatima’s summationof the innumerable charges against BenazirandAsifAli Zardariismaster-ful. Thereisalsoampleevidencethat Mir Murtaza’s murder was carriedout with her approval, or sanctionedon her behalf. But these are mattersbetter adjudicated by persons otherthan the daughter of the deceased:here the familial, the personal, theconspiratorialandthelegalarehope-lessly indistinguishable.
The three ghosts examined,Zulfikar, Mir Murtaza and Benazir,
we must turn to Pakistan. The book
is, after all, geared to an audiencelooking to understand Pakistan, orhave it explained to them, by this tel-egenic representative of a troubleddynasty. SongsofBloodandSword canrightly
beseenas thelatestina lineofmem-oirs like Benazir’s Daughter of the East and Pervez Musharraf’s In the LineofFire – each of them devoted touncritical presentations of their au-thorsor their families, madetostandin for the history of an entire nation.
The tale of the Bhutto dynasty,fromits feudal base to its populist claimsand now to the stranger-than-fictionstewardship under Zardari (whereelseinthisworld canonebequeath apoliticalparty in awill?) stilldeservestobetold, andtoldproperly.
This is not that book, and it shouldneither be sold nor judged as such: it ismerel y another primary document for that unwritten history, alongsidethe papers of her father, grandfatherand aunt – which remain in the fam-ily homein Karachi.
In the meantime, however, thebook will sell and sell: the author’scriticism of Zardari’s regime and of his role in her father’s murder, hertriumphalist Pakistani nationalismand complaints against Americanimperialism, and her last nameare all catnip to the British, Ameri-can and South Asian media, whichhave already lavished considerablecoverage on the book prior to i ts re-lease. Fatima has stayed aloof frompolitics – and for that she should becommended – but this is only onebranch of the family business; theperpetuation of a dynasty requiresmyth-making as much as election
victories, and her book, whatever itsaims, succeeds only in draping an-other skein of hagiography aroundthe Bhuttos.
MananAhmedisahistorianof PakistanatFreieUniversitatBerlin. HeblogsatChapatiMystery.
GhostwarsFatima Bhutto’s Songs of Blood and Sword should not be read asa work of history, writes Manan Ahmed, rather a deeply personalhagiography of Pakistan’s most famous political dynasty
Songs of Blood and SwordFatima BhuttoJonathan CapeDh115
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