The Observer
Sunday June 2, 2002
Observer Worldview
Comment
Under the nuclear shadow
Arundhati Roy, Booker prize-winning author, looks at the conflict
over Kashmir from her home in New Delhi
Arundhati Roy
This week as diplomats' families and tourists quickly disappeared,
journalists from Europe and America arrived in droves. Most of them
stay at the Imperial Hotel in Delhi. Many of them call me. Why are
you still here, they ask, why haven't you left the city? Isn't
nuclear war a real possibility? It is, but where shall I go? If I go
away and everything and every one, every friend, every tree, every
home, every dog, squirrel and bird that I have known and loved is
incinerated, how shall I live on? Who shall I love, and who will love
me back? Which society will welcome me and allow me to be the
hooligan I am, here, at home?
We've decided we're all staying. We've huddled together, we realise
how much we love each other and we think what a shame it would be to
die now. Life's normal, only because the macabre has become normal.
While we wait for rain, for football, for justice, on TV the old
generals and the eager boy anchors talk of first strike and second
strike capability, as though they're discussing a family board game.
My friends and I discuss Prophecy, the film of the bombing of
Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the dead bodies choking the river, the living
stripped of their skin and hair, we remember especially the man who
just melted into the steps of the building and we imagine ourselves
like that, as stains on staircases.
My husband's writing a book about trees. He has a section on how figs
are pollinated, each fig by its own specialised fig wasp. There are
nearly 1,000 different species of fig wasps. All the fig wasps will
be nuked, and my husband and his book.
A dear friend, who is an activist in the anti-dam movement in the
Narmanda Valley, is on indefinite hunger strike. Today is the twelfth
day of her fast. She and the others fasting with her are weakening
quickly. They are protesting because the government is bulldozing
schools, felling forests, uprooting handpumps, forcing people from
their villages. What an act of faith and hope. But to a government
comfortable with the notion of a wasted world, what's a wasted value?
Terrorists have the power to trigger a nuclear war. Non-violence is
treated with contempt. Displacement, dispossession, starvation,
poverty, disease, these are all just funny comic strip items now.
Meanwhile, emissaries of the coalition against terror come and go
preaching restraint. Tony Blair arrives to preach peace - and on the
side, to sell weapons to both India and Pakistan. The last question
every visiting journalist always asks me: 'Are you writing another
book?'
That question mocks me. Another book? Right now when it looks as
though all the music, the art, the architecture, the literature, the
whole of human civilisation means nothing to the monsters who run the
world. What kind of book should I write? For now, just for now, for
just a while pointlessness is my biggest enemy. That's what nuclear
bombs do, whether they're used or not. They violate everything that
is humane, they alter the meaning of life.
Why do we tolerate them? Why do we tolerate the men who use nuclear
weapons to blackmail the entire human race?
· This was first broadcast on Radio 4's Today programme.
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