Volume 4: Number 1, May 1 2000

Fan Mail

Hum Aapke Hain,
(aur) Kya?

by Vamsee Juluri
Cold Sweat
by Vijay Prashad

Dime a Dance,
Dollar a Day

by Sunaina Maira

Coming to America,
Coming Home

by Sharmila Rudrappa

Chiclete com Masala
by Gautam Premnath

Culture Move: On
Asian Dub Foundation

by John Hutnyk
Free Satpal Ram
Asian Dub Foundation

"I Never Set Out to be
a Cultural Activist":

A Conversation with
Anand Patwardhan

daya and
for Jaimal Singh Padda
by Anand Patwardhan
but Problematic:
An Appreciation
and Critique
of Amartya Sen

by Vamsi Vakulabharanam
and Sripad Motiram
FOIL Notes

Ghadar Home
proXsa Home
  for Jaimal Singh Padda
by Anand Patwardhan

Killed by separatists in Punjab, 17th March 1988
there is no place you said
in our hearts for violence
paddaji these tears we shed
are not for you
but for those who came
blindly for your blood
who never knew
the power of your love
who never felt
the courage in your veins
the quiet in your bones
had they stopped first to ask
any villager any worker
any poet any peasant
had they seen the gentle
grey of those years spent
fighting by the side of the poor
had they conceived of this faith
greater than any god
they might have lost
their appetite for murder
and so they did not stop
so they came blindfolded
by a religion twisted
into the barrel of a gun
they are boys you’d said
who don’t know right from wrong
so paddaji from our hearts remove
all trace of vengeance
and in its place infuse
the courage of that dawn
when murder will cease
shamed by your song.

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