Sunday, 4 October 2026

Foucault on intellectuals


 Intellectuals, in 1977, had no political influence in any country in the world- unless right-wing economists count as such. Yet, in that year, Michel Foucault, in a series of interviews, propounded the following re. 'the political role of the intellectual'. 

For a long time the 'left' intellectual spoke and was acknowledged to have the right of speaking in the capacity of master of truth and justice.

This was never the case even in Communist countries. Some leftist writers or film makers or celebrities had some influence at different times and places. But this was also true of crazy right wing nutters or folksy centrist shitheads.  

He was heard, or purported to make himself heard, as the representative of the universal.

No. Some leftists claimed to speak for the poor but there were actual poor people who could speak for themselves.  

To be an intellectual meant to be, a little, the consciousness / conscience of everyone.

I suppose Sartre was wierdly popular. 50,000 turned out for his funeral in 1980. Nothing like it had happened since the death of Victor Hugo. But Sartre was an academic who became a writer rather than an intellectual.  

I think we encounter here an idea transposed from Marxism, from a faded Marxism indeed: just as the proletariat, through the necessity of its historical position, is the bearer of the universal (but its immediate, unreflected bearer, scarcely conscious of itself as such),

nobody believed that shite. Sartre & Foucault were retarded cunts who converted to an ideology based wholly upon an economic theory which they were incapable of understanding.  

so the intellectual, by his moral, theoretical and political chOice, aspires to be the bearer of this universality in its consciOUS, elaborated form.

I suppose you could say this of Milton Friedman who said inflation was always and everywhere a purely monetary phenomenon. There was a 'free market' universalism and the beginnings of a 'Human Rights' universalism but there was no Leftist universalism. Nobody thought a Communist 'dictatorship of the proletariat' could be established in Western Democracies.  Even the notion of 'convergence' to a mixed economy was in question because the Public Sector in more and more countries was loss making. 

The intellectual is supposed to be the· clear, individual figure of a universality of which the proletariat is the obscure, collective form.

Mao was dead. The gang of 4 had been arrested the previous year. China was 77 percent agricultural. Meanwhile the industrial proletariat had begun to decline as a proportion of the working population after peaking in France at about 40 percent in the early Seventies. To be fair, it was not obvious that deindustrialization would succeed stagflation or that women and the service sector would rise and rise.  

For some time now, the intellectual has no longer been called upon to play this role.

Nobody ever gave a shit about intellectuals. Sartre, for some reason, was cool but what won in '68 was Gaullism. Cohn Bendit redirected his energies towards paedophilia.  

A new mode of 'connection between theory and practice' has been established.

That happened a couple of thousand years ago. Doctors listened to lectures on theory and then learnt on the job through practice.  

Intellectuals have become accustomed to working not in the character of the 'universal', the 'exemplary', the 'just-and-true for all', but in specific sectors, at precise points where they are situated either by their professional conditions of work or their conditions of life (housing, the hospital, the asylum, the laboratory, the university, familial and sexual relations).

Foucault was mentally ill. What worked on crazy people turned out NOT to be culture dependent. Oddly, Foucault's own psychiatrist- despite being French- wasn't shit. He had helped develop lithium salts as a treatment. Maoists forced him out of the profession but he then turned to literature and got elected to the French Academy.

Through this they have undoubtedly gained a much more concrete awareness of struggles. They have also there· by encountered problems which are specific, 'nonuniversal', often different from those of the proletariat and the masses. And yet, I believe that they have really come closer to the proletariat,

Foucault liked a bit of rough trade 

for two reasons: because it has been a matter of real, material, everyday struggles, and because they often came up, even though in a different form, against the same adversary as the proletariat, the peasants and the masses, namely the multinational corporations, the judicial and police apparatuses, property speculators etc.

Also grown-ups. They don't want us kids to have any fun.  

This is what I would call the 'specific' intellectual as opposed to the 'universal' intellectual.

Foucault was a specific intellectual who was constantly harassed by the pigs coz he liked skateboarding while playing his guitar. Property speculators hired Ninja assassins to try to bump him off. Fortunately, his best pal was the Karate kid. 

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Saturday, 3 October 2026

Raghu Karnad on Gandhi

Raghu Karnad writes inthe LRB 

Mother Father


Gandhi: The End of Non-Violence
by Manash Firaq Bhattacharjee.

The British introduced non-violent politics to India. Instead of Kings or Princes fighting wars to determine who controlled territory, elections were held. The party with a majority in the Legislature formed the administration. By 1937, all the British Indian states had elected Premiers. 

Gandhi could neither advance or retard this process which, by and large, was wholly determined by Tory grandees. However, once Atlee became PM in 1945, a pro-Congress Cabinet was in power in Westminster.  

Gandhi’s​ adversaries seem to have prevailed.

Jinnah was his adversary. He prevailed. The Justice Party was Gandhi's adversary. One may say that the Dravidian parties in TN are its lineal descendants. They have prevailed. Ambedkar too was an adversary. It might appear that he has prevailed but his followers have overplayed their hand. It may be that Reservations won't get renewed in 2030.  

The last generation of his disciples is dying off, and his pedestal can now be dismantled.

Congress, which still requires its embersto swear they are habitual spiners of cotton,  is in the doldrums because Rahul is useless. 

In the LRB in 2012, Perry Anderson could still describe a reverent consensus around the Mahatma,

because people thought Rahul would become PM & lead his party to victory in 2014 

which he then assailed with a catalogue of Gandhi’s missteps and obdurate follies. In 2014, Arundhati Roy wrote an introduction to Annihilation of Caste (1936) by B.R. Ambedkar, a leader of the untouchables, explaining his contempt for Gandhi, who in 1932 had begun a ‘fast unto death’ to end a plan that would have given untouchables separate electoral representation.

The Rajah-Moonje pact had already been done. The Brits were propping up Ambedkar. That is the only reason he had some bargaining power. 

Also in 2014, Hindu nationalists won the general election in India:

Hindu Nationalists won elections in Hindu majority states in 1937. Nehru, as Premier of India (shorn of Muslim majority Pakistan) presided over massive ethnic cleansing of Muslims.  

power was now held by admirers of Savarkar,

The BJP is descended from the Jan Sangh which was set up in opposition to Savarkar's Hindu Mahasabha 

who had been tried as an accomplice to Gandhi’s assassination, and of Nathuram Godse, who had fired the gun.

Ambedkar spoke for many when he said that it was a lucky thing a great nuisance had been ended.  

The assassins’ point of view – that Gandhi was a misguided pacifist who had appeased Muslims and compromised Hindu interests – had become the establishment’s.

Gandhi had tried to fool Muslims and Dalits. It was in Congress's interests to pretend they believed they had a religious duty not to fuck either up.  

Gandhi’s vast correspondence was combed for its most egregious or dated remarks.

Sadly no sensible remarks could be found. 

It is true that he was too hostile to modern industry

He took money from mill-owners but pretended to be on the side of the weavers. Maybe he was simply stupid rather than hypocritical.  

and too cold towards militant labour; he was too cautious in 1922, when he called off the Non-Co-operation Movement against British rule,

He could have been transported to the Andamans on a charge of conspiracy to wage war against the King Emperor. That is why he cooperated witht he Prosecution and pleaded guilty to sedition. He expressed gratitude that a clause re. disloyalty to the King was removed because he considered himself a loyalist. He was given six years but released quite soon. However, he remained politically inert for the entire length of his sentence. In other words he was the opposite of Sa'ad Zaghloul which is why Egypt got Independene (as did Ireland & Afghanistan) while India got nothing. 

By 1926, the new Viceroy's big problem was not Indians trying to kill Whites, but Hindus & Muslims slaughtering each other. 

but too reckless in 1942, when he launched the Quit India campaign;

to be fair, he thought the Brits would lose. Few appreciated how quickly American military might could grow. 

he was effete but a bully, a pious Hindu crank, a Muslim-lover.

He did force his wife to cook mutton chops for Maulana Azad. To be fair, he had also enjoyed beating her. 

Then there’s the weird sexual stuff – his trials of chastity – intensely criticised by his followers during his stay in Noakhali, a district in Bengal, near the end of his life.

He thought he gained superpowers by sleeping naked with his great-niece.  

By the 2020s, it seemed to be harder to recite the events of his life than the faults and failures that attended them.

No. It's just that internet had made all sorts of archival material available almost instantaneously. Thus the events of his life were

1) burning passes in South Africa. Sadly, after a few weeks in jail, Gandhi decided that carrying a pass was a good thing. Indians should do it voluntarily. Government should not make it compulsory. This was an incredibly stupid theory. If not carrying a pass is bad, the Government should punish the action. Some Pathans beat the fuck out of Gandhi because they believed he had been bought off. Gandhi then understood that he needed to spend at least a year in prison otherwise his own people would fuck him up something fierce.

2) Gandhi betrayed his Chinese allies & did a disadvantageous deal with Smuts when the latter was at his weakest. Gokhale knew it was a bad deal & that Gandhi was a shit negotiator, still if Indians believed it was a 'win' for the Naram Dal, why not play along? 

3) Champaran. Hindus had been attacking Muslims across the length and breadth of Bihar with the result that cow slaughter ceased. Gandhi was sent to Champaran to distract attention from this and thus preserve the Congress-League alliance engineered by Jinnah. Later, Muslims would offer 'cow protection' for 'Khilafat'. 

4) Gandhi tried to raise troops for the Brits in Gujarat. His own people chased him away with vim and vigour.

5) Gandhi's two Himalayan blunders- viz. launching mass agitations but withdrawing them once violence broke out. In Egypt, spontaneous uprisings had forced General Allenby to back UDI. Gandhi's Satyagraha were meticulously organised to fail utterly and completely. 

As Nehru noted, after 1922, there was only one political question- viz. that of land ownership. That was the only thing which mattered. Having the British around was a good excuse for doing nothing about this even after the 1935 Act put the matter in the hands of the Provincial Legislature. 

‘And now, the more terrible and darker the picture you draw of Noakhali, the more is my mind steeled to stay,’ Manu Gandhi, not yet twenty years old, wrote to her great-uncle Mohandas – ‘Bapu’ – before joining him in December 1946

this was after Direct Action Day in Calcutta where the Hindus had prevailed.  

on Bengal’s eastern coast. He had warned her that, as well as physical danger and hardship, their mission in Noakhali would involve intense trials of the spirit.

He didn't add that it would be wholly useless.  

The local situation was ‘an altar for self-sacrifice’. Since October, it had been a preview of Partition: hamlets had been burned down, women and girls abducted; thousands were dead and tens of thousands had fled. There had been rioting in Bengal for years. In Noakhali, however, a district in what would soon be Pakistan (and is now in Bangladesh), the object was unprecedented: to push out the minority Hindu population and shut the door behind them.

This poor schmuck didn't get that ethnic cleansing was a two way street.  

Manu, who was one of those closest to Gandhi after the death of his wife, Kasturba, in 1944, was happy to reach Noakhali. ‘The journey was trying,’ her diary says, but ‘that day is written in letters of gold in the book of my life.’ Manu marched beside the 77-year-old Mahatma as he went from village to village. She cooked and cleaned, treated the cuts on his feet, attended his sermons, took dictation of his letters. It was a strange place to find the beacon of the national movement as India careened towards self-government.

No. Viceroy Wavell, an army man, warned that Indian politicians would have to work together to avoid a blood-bath. Gandhi said 'If India wants a blood-bath, it will have it.' Wavell had thought he would need to evacuate the White population. But, if Indians were too busy killing each other, the Whites would be perfectly safe.  

Noakhali was a swampy, mofussil district midway between Dhaka and Chittagong, where Gandhi did not speak the language. He wanted not only to halt the flight of the area’s Hindu residents but to summon them back, even to their deaths.

He assured them that. in his native Kathiawar,  Princes lived to rape. Why go to the trouble and expense of moving to a Hindu majority area if you could get raped and slaughtered in the comfort of your own homes.

Would Indian politicians have been able to arrange a peaceful transfer of people? Yes. There was a huge army presence. Sadly, Indian politicians simply didn't care about saving human lives. A Parsi war-reporter summoned to Punjab by British officers noted that, in Bombay, even a White High Court Judge who used a walking stick because he was lame in one leg, had to have a licence for that stick. In Punjab everybody was armed to the teeth in public. 

He was there, as Manu was, to offer the same sacrifice.

What was needed was an evacuation plan. What was not needed was a shithead saying 'stay here & get raped. Why have you slit your own throats you lazy cunts?' 

Anyway, the Muslims decided the Mahacrackpot was a nuisance. They chased him away. Still, for three or four months, the cunt was out of the hair of the Viceroy.  

By that example of ahimsa, he hoped to reverse the tide of violence that was carrying India towards Partition.

He failed. So did the Maharishi. Yogic levitation doesn't really spread 'peace rays' which prevent wars from happening.  


As late as 1946, the British position was still that ‘neither a larger nor a smaller sovereign state of Pakistan would provide an acceptable solution to the communal problem.’

Had Churchill been in power, the Brits would have wanted 'Pakistan & Princestan'- i.e. a Balkanised Hindu India.  

This was the conclusion of the cabinet mission dispatched by the prime minister, Clement Attlee, to Delhi and Shimla to thrash out the terms of independence. Carving through the middle of the Punjab and Bengal, it said, would be ‘contrary to the wishes and interests of a very large proportion of the inhabitants’, sharing as they did the ties of language, history and tradition. Still, it was clear that the increasing bloodshed and unravelling trust between India’s Muslims and Hindus required a constitutional remedy before any transfer of power.

There is no 'constitutional remedy' for Islamic militancy. Kaffirs should fuck off from Muslim majority areas. They may make room for themselves by expelling Muslims from areas where people of their own faith are the majority. At any rate, that is what happened in Punjab.  


The Muslim League, led by Muhammad Ali Jinnah, was by now the sole representative of Indian Muslims.

Because Gandhi had been foolish enough to treat him as such. Still, it must be said, the 1946 election reflected a reality- Muslims had not enjoyed living under Congress Ministries. They wanted Pakistan & they got Pakistan. 

Gandhi was intent on a single national destiny;

Not really. Still, he could be useful. Mountbatten could say 'Gandhi is a one-man boundary force' which is like saying 'we don't have to save up money for Christmas pressies. Santa Claus will provide'.  

Jinnah was adamant there must be separation. The weary cabinet mission arrived at a baroque compromise to end the deadlock. It proposed a single federal entity: India’s provinces would be grouped along religious lines, with separate constitutions.

in other words, Muslims would get more than their fair share.  

Nehru, leader of the Congress, consented to the plan but then backtracked.

Which is why he remained in power & founded a dynasty. When the tough decision had to be made, he made it.  

Jinnah complained of sabotage. It was time, he said, for Muslims to ‘bid goodbye to constitutional methods’. He promised a general strike and a day of ‘direct action’ on 16 August. ‘If you want peace, we do not want war,’ he declared at a rally in Bombay. ‘If you want war, we accept your offer unhesitatingly.’

To be frank, non-Muslims would always be vulnerable in Muslim majority areas unless a powerful King or Dictator protected them. Sadly, if kaffirs become refugees, they may try to chuck out Muslims so as to make space for themselves. 

The competitive identities of Hindu and Muslim had hardened in Bengal earlier than in the rest of India.

This was irrelevant. Wherever there were Muslims, the end of a multi-Ethnic empire- or a Communist tyranny- led to a clash with kaffirs.  

In 1905, Lord Curzon split the province in two: his sole object, in the view of the Liberal MP Henry Cotton,

a member of the INC 

was ‘to shatter the unity and to disintegrate the feelings of solidarity which are established’ there.

by enabling East Bengali Muslims to rise. As Tagore pointed out, this would inevitably result in Hindu zamindars losing their estates in the East. 

The decision was so unpopular, and so helpful to agitators, that the partition was reversed in 1911. (George V made the announcement himself, at the Delhi Durbar, a huge gathering to mark his accession.)

Why? The answer is that it had resonances with the problem of Ulster. When Ireland was partitioned, it became inevitable that India too would be partitioned.  

More than a century later, there are still efforts to identify and disenfranchise Bengali-speaking migrants from Bangladesh.

Not if they are non-Muslim in which case there is a constitutional assumption that they have fled to avoid persecution. 

Every country- including Pakistan and Iran - deports illegal Muslim immigrants. 

The contention is that Bengali-speaking Muslims are ‘infiltrating’ India, demographically transforming and ‘Islam-ising’ eastern states.

Not anymore. The BJP has won Assam and now West Bengal precisely because they claim to be tough on this issue.  

India’s most inflamed arguments about national identity revolve around the figure of the ghuspetia, a Bengali Muslim ‘infiltrator’.

The argument is over. Can a political party rely on 'infiltrator' votes to stay in power? Not in Assam or West Bengal. There is Hindu consolidation. The big question now has to do with UP. Will Yogi win a third term in February? If so, he becomes Modi's natural successor. Maybe Akhilesh will ally with Owaisi- whose party did well in Bihar.  

In the days following the general strike on 16 August, hearing reports of the ‘direct action’ taking place in Bengal, the photographer Margaret Bourke-White flew to Calcutta. The Muslim League had taken power in the province after elections earlier that year. In Calcutta, a tea-shop owner called Nanda Lal gave her a vivid account of his street’s descent into havoc. It had begun with lorries arriving on Harrison Road and unloading a rabble who began to attack non-Muslim shops and houses. College students and rival party cadres were drawn into street fighting. Soon, Bourke-White wrote, ‘through the entire city the terror and arson spread, through the crowded bazaars, the teeming chawls and tenements.’ One night, Nanda Lal was approached by a neighbour, the owner of the Gulzar Shawl Repair Company, and asked to help rescue nine Hindu college girls (they were smuggled home through his courtyard). He was taken aback. ‘He had completely forgotten ... that Mussulmans could be benevolent human beings.’ On the third day, the army arrived and began to use machine guns. On the fifth day there was silence. To Bourke-White, who had been in Germany the year before, Calcutta’s streets ‘looked like Buchenwald’. Thousands were dead (the majority Muslims) and ‘vast areas were dark with ruin.’ But ‘Calcutta was only the beginning of a chain reaction of riot, counter-riot and reprisal’; the next link in the chain was Noakhali.

Suhrawardy had gambled & lost. Hindu gangsters had preserved Calcutta for India.  

A Hindu minority of about 20 per cent, many of them landowners, had prospered in Noakhali under the Raj. An organised local movement of peasants and sharecroppers was co-opted in the 1940s by the Muslim League, whose utopian promises about a new state easily outshone more pragmatic demands for tenancy reform and interest-free loans. In the same years, the Bengal coast was battered by cyclones, tidal waves and crop failures. In 1942, after the fall of Burma, the British implemented a ‘Policy of Denial’ in Noakhali,

Since this was a Defence matter, the provincial government was bypassed. The question is how White Civil Servants could get this done. The answer is they offered money. To the extent that the thing was done, it was done because Bengalis were paid to get it done. The Ispahanis, big financial backers of the Muslim League, were the primary purchasing agent buying up rice under the 'denial' policy. 

in an attempt to impede the anticipated arrival of the Japanese army in Assam and Bengal. Boats and vehicles were confiscated or scuttled and huge amounts of rice disposed of.

They were bought and paid for. Were they diverted to the black market so as to make a big profit for the League's backers? Yes.  

Bengali villages were more isolated than ever when famine set in the following year.

Their Bengali rulers were making a lot of money out of the famine which, to be fair, resulted from exogenous supply shocks.  

By 1945, in an attempt to feed their families, women in Noakhali were forced to ‘sell themselves ... in hordes’ to the troops moving down to Chittagong and the Burma front, according to a local communist leader.

Communists noticed that Viceroy was sucking off billions of starving Indians so as to cruelly deprive them of their precious bodily essence.  

The famine sharpened the peasantry’s anger at landowners,

unless they were Muslim 

and by August 1946 the mutation from class struggle to communal paranoia was complete.

There was no 'class struggle'. The Left was wiped out in the 1946 election. Religion mattered. Class did not.  

Pamphlets called for ‘a revenge of Calcutta’, and for Muslims in Noakhali to save themselves from a similar fate. One pamphlet, circulated by a subdivisional office of the Muslim League, warned of the ‘secret and evil plan’ of the ‘fascist, bourgeois caste-Hindu Congress in alliance with the bourgeois imperialist British’. It went on: ‘Not just in India, all Muslims all over the world are now living in imminent danger.’ On 10 October, Gulam Sarwar

who had been offered a Congress seat 

gave an incendiary speech in the district’s main bazaar. Sarwar, until recently a leader of the peasants’ party, had lost his seat in the election earlier that year to the League and gone over to its cause. His militia blocked the roads and docks, cut telegraph lines and stopped trains from entering the district, as the purge of Hindu households began.

Did Gandhi's arrival help anybody? No. He was useless. Still, the Viceroy could pretend he was using his super-powers to prevent bloodshed.  


‘The situation in Bengal is so desperate,’ Horace Alexander, a Quaker,

 a useless tosser.  

wrote to Gandhi in late October, ‘it can only be cured by a heroic remedy.’

It could be cured by the Army supervising an exchange of populations. But Indian politicians couldn't be arsed to supervise this.  

Gandhi was still occupied with the independence negotiations in Delhi. He was old and unwell, but he foresaw that Noakhali would serve as a final trial of his beliefs and the last chance to defeat the logic of Partition.

He failed completely. Similarly, the Maharishi's yogic levitation didn't cause the world to become peaceful.  

With a company of disciples – and a party of Sikh army veterans – he left for Calcutta. On 6 November, a boat was arranged to take him to Noakhali. The countryside was described in the gazetteer as ‘a vast rice plain ... where rich groves of areca nut and coconut palms rising out from the dense undergrowth of Mandar [coral] trees ... make every village look like a forest’ – but now it was strewn with looted property and grisly evidence of violence. In one place, Manash Firaq Bhattacharjee writes, an anxious dog attracted Gandhi’s attention. It led the group to a spot in the bushes where they found the remains of its human family. On another occasion, a traumatised woman approached Gandhi at a prayer meeting to present him with her husband’s thigh bone. Women in Hindu neighbourhoods told of being abducted, raped and sent home at daylight, just to be taken away again at sundown.

Gandhi was as happy as a pig in shit. Nothing got his juices flowing so much as the spectable of utter abjectness.  


In 1930, when Gandhi embarked on his Salt March to Dandi

he was under the impression that poor people were paying ten percent, rather than less than one percent, of their income on Salt. Still, the real reason he took up the issue was because Motilal & CR Das had tried to make it an issue some five or six years previously. Could Gandhi succeed where they failed? No. It was Liaquat, a Muslim Leaguer, who abolished it. But, under Nehru, it was brought back. Why? The price of salt actually went up. India still has a Salt Service.  

(an act of civil disobedience aimed at ending the colonial monopoly on the production and sale of salt),

Princely states could break it by making salt from seawater- as Gandhi did- but it was uneconomic to do so.  

a similar procession set out to collect salt on the beach at Noakhali. At that time, nobody had yet heard the word ‘Pakistan’. It was the high-water mark of satyagraha, or ‘truth force’, the term Gandhi coined for his practice of non-violent resistance.

It was useless. Still, the fact is, nobody was prepared, as yet, to tackle the real problem- viz. the land question.  

It was the high point, more generally, of Gandhi’s charismatic sway over the national movement and of Hindu-Muslim amity within it.

No. Hindu-Muslim amity had vanished at least six years ago. In June 1930, big communal riots broke out in Vellore. However, it was the big Kanpur communal riot in 1931 (occassioned by the Congress hartal re. Bhagat Singh's execution) which was the final nail in the coffin.

But Noakhali was now a symbol of the undoing of all three. V.S. Naipaul, reviewing Gandhi’s autobiography in 1976, invented a poignant image: ‘Sad last pilgrimage: embittered people scatter broken glass on the roads he is to walk. Seventeen years before, on the Salt March, at the other end of India, the poor had sometimes strewn his path with cool green leaves.’

But, a dozen years previously, Gujaratis had chased Gandhi away when he tried to recruit soldiers for the King.  


In fact, huge crowds turned out at every stop to hail Gandhi. His party met relief workers and refugees, who were crowded into school buildings, warehouses and any structure promising safety. Muslim Leaguers visited him to pledge peace. They blamed the Congress and the Hindu Mahasabha for spreading panic through rumour and exaggeration, and asked sarcastically if Gandhi would go to Bihar, where the counter-riot against Muslims was underway. ‘I find myself in the midst of exaggeration and falsity,’ Gandhi wrote. ‘I am unable to discover the truth.’ In Noakhali, even ‘truth and ahimsa ... seem to fail to show the attributes I have ascribed to them.’

Sadly, they had always failed to have attributes nutters ascribe to them.  

To Gandhi, Bhattacharjee writes, satyagraha was a ‘science in the making’,

it was a magical belief in the potency of stored semen. Did you know that if you have sex, you lose the ability to have sex and thus become no better than an eunuch? Thus, to maintain virility, you must never have sex.  

subject to experiment and revision. Having failed to validate it at the level of the nation or district, he attempted the smallest scale of praxis: go to a village, stay there. On 20 November he instructed his followers, including the women, to disperse into the countryside. There they would offer themselves up in an exemplary performance of non-violence, becoming martyrs if need be.

Oddly, Bertrand Russell had offered similar advise to the Brits.  "If the Germans succeed in sending an invading army to England we should do best to treat them as visitors, give them quarters and invite the commander and chief to dine with the prime minister. Such behaviour would completely baffle them'. He did not add that Winston Churchill should part the butt cheeks of the King Emperor just in case Herr Hitler wanted to sodomize his Brittanic majesty. Oddly, Wittgenstein did not criticize Russell for this omission. 

He went to Srirampur, a village from which all but one of the Hindu families had fled. Here, Gandhi hoped, he could be like a gardener, tending to his patch in order to learn ‘the exact conditions under which the plant will thrive’. With him went only an interpreter, the anthropologist Nirmal Kumar Bose, and a stenographer, R.P. Parasuram.

It was important that stupid Gandhians understand that Gandhian methods had failed completely. 

On his first evening there, the Hindu’s correspondent found him ‘in his new abode ... sitting calmly in a half-burned house amid ruins’. Of course, Gandhi in 1946 was never alone; visitors were numerous, journalists hovered. He held interfaith prayer sessions and sat with both Hindu and Muslim households. He kept up his daily quota of spinning cloth, sometimes getting back at 11 p.m. to sit at the charkha for an hour before he slept. He woke every day at three. He stayed in Srirampur for 43 nights, which, as his biographer Ramachandra Guha notes, was the longest he spent anywhere apart from his ashrams – or in prison – in more than thirty years of public life.

The good news was that he wasn't in Delhi making mischief. Nehru realised that the only way to deal with Gandhian nutters was to send them off to the villages where they could pretend to have achieved great things- e.g. bhoodan (which culminated in the whole state of Bihar being given away without any land actually changing hands.  


Still, he knew he was failing. ‘In spite of all my efforts exodus continues and very few persons have returned,’ he confessed on 3 December. ‘Why does the spell not work?’ he wrote to a friend. ‘May it not be because I have temporised in the question of brahmacharya?’ Manu’s arrival, on 19 December, gave him hope – and brought a strange turn to the Noakhali experiment, one that still confounds his believers and delights his critics. Forty years earlier, in South Africa, he had taken a vow of sexual abstinence. Now he felt it urgent to test his discipline, and his disciple. He asked Manu (who had taken similar vows) to share his bed at night, possibly unclothed. Among his party and his colleagues elsewhere there was muffled uproar. Parasuram – ‘the whole thing is considered wrong by the world’ – left in protest.

He started this practice after his wife died in 1944.  

Gandhi, making little effort at secrecy, engaged in earnest correspondence on the question. Vallabhbhai Patel growled about the political risk, the danger of their opponents finding out. Vinoba Bhave observed that, to a true brahmachari, lying with a woman would be no different from lying with a man. Nehru pressed Gandhi to return to Delhi, where his advice and authority were needed. India was on the brink of freedom but no closer to agreement on what that would mean. In his replies, Gandhi was as gently obstinate about continuing his nightly experiment as he was about staying in Noakhali. Manu, to judge by her diary, was distressed only by the intrusive fuss. But her diary wasn’t private: her great-uncle discussed every entry with her. She describes his attentions as tender, maternal care. On 21 December, when he first asked whether she was willing to share a bed with him, she replied: ‘Why did you even ask? I have made you my mother and a child sleeping by her mother’s side sleeps naturally.’ Gandhi, typically forthright, replied: ‘I am like a mother to you. But I am a man, and you are a woman. You are young.’ He likened their trial to a yagna, a ritual fire sacrifice.

So- the nutter was coo-coo for cocopops. My theory is that getting hit on the head in South Africa had left him with a screw loose.  


Manu’s mother had died when she was young, and she was raised by Gandhi and his wife at their ashram. After the Quit India uprising of 1942, Gandhi was imprisoned for the remainder of the war in the comfort of the Aga Khan’s mansion in Poona. Both Manu and Kasturba went there with him, and Manu remained after Kasturba died. In Noakhali, the maternal metaphor persisted, though in a euphoric register that hardly calls to mind a more usual mother-daughter relationship. When Gandhi warned Manu not to carry a heavy bucket of water, she wrote: ‘What male shows motherly care and love as he does? ... Oh, joy! I am actually having that experience! It is I who am that beloved child of Mother Bapu!’ As ‘Mother Bapu’ – literally ‘Mother Father’, as Guha points out – Gandhi embodied a chimeric ideal of authority and care, in opposition to the sexual violence, revenge and honour-killing that was taking place across India.

To be fair, there was an old belief that 'sperm retention' gave one super-powers. But sticking pins in wax dolls works just as well.  


Bhattacharjee’s book, which describes Gandhi’s final months, interpolates with a free hand snatches of literature and moral philosophy. He relates Gandhi’s ‘division of labour ... between the satyagrahi (by day) and the brahmachari (at night)’ to Foucault’s view of the chaste struggle of the Christian ascetic Cassian, ‘to stay awake night and day – at night for the day, and in the day thinking of the night to come’.

Foucault was a fool. Celibacy for priests had become mandatory in 304 AD (Council of Elvira). Cassian was born 60 yers later.  India had celibate monastic orders a thousand years previously. 

In Noakhali, Gandhi’s hope was for the pure, sublimated powers of the brahmachari to effect a worldly victory for ahimsa.

There were plenty of actual monks milling around the place. Why not ask one of them to use his 'siddhas' (supernatural powers)? The answer is that neither Congress nor the League wanted power to pass to the priests.  

‘The common element,’ Bhattacharjee writes, ‘was intensification: if violence provokes, meet it with a disarmed body. If sexuality distracts, expose yourself to a bare body. Truth is not metaphysics. It had to be confronted daily in the body.’

Bhattacharjee is totes batty.  Indians knew how to stop communal violence. This had to do with preventive detention or 'externment' of known touble-makers & one or two lathi charges or police firing. What was important was to give caravans a military export & do 'bundobust' for food & water along the route. 

Many have accused Gandhi of doing too much of that.

He was a useless tosser which is why he was useful to the useless tossers who wanted to move into the big bungalows of the British.  

Perry Anderson observed that Gandhi’s metaphysics treated the person and the world as fungible. He noted the dual connotations of swaraj, or ‘self-rule’, which was ‘far from simply political. It was mastery of the passions and of the senses in the ascent of the soul’ – something Gandhi demanded of his followers as much as of himself.

The truth is, Indians objected to the slogan 'no taxation without representation'. They wanted 'no taxation' & plenty of paid representation. Gandhi said 'you don't need schools or hospitals or sewers and other such Satanic Western shite. That also means you won't have to pay taxes.' My point is that Gandhianism is cheap. True, it is also utterly useless but cheap is cheap.  

Naipaul said of Gandhi’s younger years in England that ‘the inward concentration is fierce, the self-absorption complete.’

Naipaul was wrong. It wasn't till he got hit on the head that he became a crackpot.. 

Even at the end of his life, the pattern held. But when Gandhi’s distress over the killings and abductions took him to Noakhali, and his febrile obsession with chastity returned, he did not falter in his march. Naipaul: ‘At this terrible moment his thoughts are of action, and he is magnificent.’

Naipaul had shit for brains. Gandhi was a manifest failure. Suppose he had succeeded in appealing to Bengali Muslims. Then, he would have regained 'obligatory passage point status'. Why didn't this happen? The answer is obvious. It was the land question. 


Gandhi left Srirampur on 2 January 1947, going ‘on foot, when possible and necessary, from village to village [to] induce the evacuees to return’.

Come back & get killed. Do it for me. I really really want to you die horribly.  

He walked barefoot and his party sang hymns as they marched; after sunrise, a crowd would swell around them. In due course, he would relent and go to Bihar,

where he took no action against Congress men who had been busy killing Muslims.  

then to Delhi –

where the Muslim population fell from 33 percent to 5 percent when Nehru became PM. Nehru put in a law to prevent refugees who had crossed the border in panic from returning to reclaim their property.  

opposing Partition to the last – before returning to Calcutta in August. He was there when the two states formalised independence, fasting in a half-ruined house to demand an end to the riots in the city.

There is no need to riot, it property owners are running away.  

They ended, and the peace held, in Noakhali too. Six months later Gandhi was killed, by an assassin who believed – as do others, legion in India today – that he emboldened Muslims, betrayed his homeland and consented carelessly to its partition.;

He was killed by a nutter who greatly helped Congress by ridding it of a nuisance. Interestingly, three people with the surname Gandhi have been killed with salutary effects. Autocracy gets tempered by assassination which is why Rahul is gun-shy. 

Friday, 2 October 2026

Becky Sawyer's arubekiyowa


That all Anatomy is a book whose page is torn by Becky Sawyer
So Judge Thatcher learn no Scripture can have any lawyer
For, as when Monophysis was forced on Showa,
Karma, as Svadharma, is arubekiyōwa



Note- The Seven Characters: Myōe famously taught that humans should always keep seven phonetic sounds in their hearts: a-ru-be-ki-yo-u-wa.
Man'yōgana spelling: It was written using phonetic kanji as 阿留辺畿夜宇和 (arubekiyōwa).

Wednesday, 30 September 2026

Russell's introduction to the Tractatus

Russell, in his introduction to the Tractatus wrote-

Mr Wittgenstein’s Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus, whether or not it prove to give the ultimate truth on the matters with which it deals, certainly deserves, by its breadth and scope and profundity, to be considered an important event in the philosophical world. Starting from the principles of Symbolism

there are no such principles.  Anything can symbolise anything for any purpose. 

and the relations which are necessary between words and things

there are no necessary relations whatsoever. 

in any language, it applies the result of this inquiry to various departments of traditional philosophy, showing in each case how traditional philosophy and traditional solutions arise out of ignorance of the principles of Symbolism

which don't exist 

and out of misuse of language.

The above is an example of the misuse of language. Just because you can give a name to a thing doesn't mean that 'principles' regarding it exist. Also, if a thing is a traditional solution to something else, then it must have had some utility for some set of people. Another set may say 'but this is useless for our purpose! Thus, what you guys are up to is 'misuse''. But, this is merely a case of one man's meat being another man's poison. 

The logical structure of propositions and the nature of logical inference are first dealt with.

Different people can have different logics for different purposes. If Logic logic 'exists in the world like zoology' maybe it has 'unicity'- i.e. a unique representation. But we can be sure it isn't whatever shite Russell & Witless were playing with.

Thence we pass successively to Theory of Knowledge, Principles of Physics, Ethics, and finally the Mystical (das Mystiche).

This was written in 1922 by which time all Physical theories and principles were known to have been overturned or . Ethically, Russell- a pacifist who had been sent to jail during the Great War- & Witless, who volunteered & spent time in the front-line- were on opposite sides. But it was the Bolshevik Revolution which had really shaken up notions of right and wrong. 

 In order to understand Mr Wittgenstein's book, it is necessary to realize what is the problem with which he is concerned. In the part of his theory which deals with Symbolism he is concerned with the conditions which would have to be fulfilled by a logically perfect language.

 i.e.- a hypothetical language where the structure of a sentence mirrors the exact logical structure of the fact or thought it expresses.  It has zero ambiguity, a strict one-to-one match between words and simple objects, and rules as precise as mathematics. 

Sadly, it would be fucking retarded, not perfect in any way. By contrast, a magically perfect language- in which saying 'Shazam!' gives you super powers- would be totes cool. 

There are various problems as regards language. First, there is the problem what actually occurs in our minds when we use language with the intention of meaning something by it; this problem belongs to psychology.

Neurology. The answer is different things happen to different people at different times. What gets reinforced is what is useful- i.e. has survival value.  

Secondly, there is the problem as to what is the relation subsisting between thoughts, words, or sentences, and that which they refer to or mean; this problem belongs to epistemology.

No. It belongs to game theory. There are coordination & discoordination problems. Epistemology is merely a theory about knowledge. It isn't itself knowledge. Thus, if there were a perfect logical language, Epistemology would not be part of it. The wider problem of impredicativity would be explored by Godel, Church, Turing & Tarski. Russell & Witless never grasped this.  

Thirdly, there is the problem of using sentences so as to convey truth rather than falsehood;

My farts convey the truth- which is that I have farted- without any problem at all.  

this belongs to the special sciences dealing with the subject-matter of the sentences in question.

Getting closer to the truth may involve learning some 'special science'. Sadly, what Witless was up to wasn't science. It was stupidity. 

Fourthly, there is the question: what relation must one fact (such as a sentence) have to another in order to be capable of being a symbol for that other?

Anyone can use anything to be a symbol of anything else. All that matters is whether the thing is useful.  

This last is a logical question,

It really isn't.  There can be a logic without the excluded middle- even if Russel thought it would be useless- and, it turns out, it can do pretty much anything any other logic can do. 

and is the one with which Mr Wittgenstein is concerned.

The poor chap had probably lost his marbles during the war. A brother of his killed himself when his troops stopped talking orders. Unlike England, which could reform itself, Hapsburg Austia was fucked.  

He is concerned with the conditions for accurate Symbolism,

as I am concerned with the conditions for accurate farting. If I could just get the composition of intestinal gasses right, I could transform the universe into one made entirely out of cheese-cake.  

i.e. for Symbolism in which a sentence means something quite definite.

i.e. it turns into a fart of some type.  

In practice, language is always more or less vague, so that what we assert is never quite precise.

It can be made as precise as we like in a protocol bound manner for some useful purpose. That is how the law works.  

Thus, logic has two problems to deal with in regard to Symbolism: (1) the conditions for sense rather than nonsense in combinations of symbols;

Anyone is welcome to set such conditions for themselves. Thus, when my ex-wife said to me 'you have a tiny dick. Also, you smell bad. I am fucking the milk-man', I said 'how adorable you are when you babble nonsense!'  

(2) the conditions for uniqueness of meaning or reference in symbols or combinations of symbols.

Which could be fulfilled if there is 'modal collapse'- i.e. there is only one possible world- in which case Godel's proof of God would be valid. But so would my proof that the Big Bang occurred because of a tachyonic fart I emitted in 1984 after drinking ten pints and eating a vindaloo.  

A logically perfect language has rules of syntax which prevent nonsense, and has single symbols which always have a defunite and unique meaning.

Such a language could consist entirely of farts. That's not a good thing. The lesson of the 'monkey's paw' is 'don't wish for stuff which will turn out to be a fucking night-mare- e.g. wishing that your cat comes back to life & it does but it is a zombie cat which want to feed on human brains. 

Mr Wittgenstein is concerned with the conditions for a logically perfect languagenot that any language is logically perfect, or that we believe ourselves capable, here and now, of constructing a logically perfect language, but that the whole function of language is to have meaning, and it only fulfils this function in proportion as it approaches to the ideal language which we postulate.

This is clearly false. Meaning is about reception which is about signal extraction. It is hermeneutic, not logico-deductive.  

The essential business of language is to assert or deny facts.

In which case, what Russell & Witless were doing was no business of concern to language- or, for that matter, farting.  

Given the syntax of a language, the meaning of a sentence is determinate as soon as the meaning of the component words is known.

Fuck off! There is such a thing as sarcasm.  

In order that a certain sentence should assert a certain fact there must, however the language may be constructed, be something in common between the structure of the sentence and the structure of the fact.

What is the structure of the fact that I just farted?  

This is perhaps the most fundamental thesis of Mr Wittgenstein's theory. That which has to be in common between the sentence and the fact

there is no such thing. Facts may have something in common and sentences may have something in common but there is nothing that facts and sentences have to have in common. A particilar  'intension' (like 'facts' meaning alethic propositions) may be subsumed by a broader intension ('facts' and 'value judgments' are subsumed under the broader 'intension' of 'propositions' ) but that intension may be trivial. What is common between a sentence and a fact is what is also common between them and the plaintive memory of a fart. 

cannot, so he contends, be itself in turn said in language. 

with equal truth, we may contend that language says nothing else save on those occassions when it so plaintive a memory of a fart that it fails to do so.  

It can, in his phraseology, only be shown,

it can be displayed with no words spoken. But if the thing is being shown there is some type of language involved- perhaps that of gesture or, more commonly, the lifting of the skirt and the act of pointing to the vulva. As Tagore said 'I am a beggar maid who lifts her skirt to cover her head'.  Sadly, having a great big beard is a disadvantage in that line of business. 

not said, for whatever we may say will still need to have the same structure.

 Even the worst grammar-Nazi accepts that a sentence can have no fucking structure and yet be meaningful.  

The first requisite of an ideal language would be that

it had magical powers over things. Harry Potter & his friends keep using Latin phrases to cast spells. That's totes cool. If you don't know Latin, then playing with your wand is just masturbation. It isn't magic at all.  

there should be one name for every simple, and never the same name for two different simples.

We are welcome to do this for any useful purpose of our own. Pharmacists have different names for the many different types of pills they dispence. But this is true of most inventories held by different types of enterprise. 

The problem is that 'simples' are discovered not to be simple as time goes by and knowledge increases. The 'extension' corresponding to the 'intension changes. It may be that the 17 elementary particles known to the Standard Model are 'simples'. But we can't be sure there isn't something even more simple or elementary. Physics would not have been able to make progress if it had been confined to Witless's 'perfect' language'.  

A name is a simple symbol in the sense that it has no parts which are themselves symbols.

Bertrand is derived from the Old German 'glorious raven'.  Names can be simple or complicated.  

In a logically perfect language nothing that is not simple will have a simple symbol.

Nothing known at the time  actually was simple. Even now, we can't be sure elementary particles are truly elementary. 

...Most propositions and questions that have been written about philosophical matters are not false but senseless.

One man's meat is another's poison. I don't understand a word of Chinese. This does not mean what Chinese people say to each other in their own language is senseless. Philosophical propositions are stupid, paranoid & false. They aren't senseless even if that is the intention. 'Green ideas sleep furiously' means something to me even if it was meant to mean nothing at all. 

We cannot, therefore, answer questions of this kind at all, but only state their senselessness.

'Why are you such a cunt?' is not senseless even if it isn't a question I can answer.  

Most questions and propositions of the philosophers result from the fact that we do not understand the logic of our language.

Language may have grammar and logic may be expressible in it, but no natural logic has a 'logic' anymore than it has a cousin who works as an Actuary in Vancouver. 

... He compares linguistic expression to projection in geometry.

What we say may, in some sense, express our state of mind to some other person who knows us well. Thus, though Professor Russell gave exactly the same lecture today as he did this time last year, his TA could detect the sorrow & bitterness he was experiencing because of the untimely death of his goldfish.  

A geometrical figure may be projected in many ways:

by people 

each of these ways corresponds to a different language,

nope. They are all embedded in the same language- viz. that of diagrammatic geometry.  

but the projective properties of the original figure remain unchanged whichever of these ways may be adopted.

It depends on whether the 'original figure' can itself do projective geometry. When I look in the mirror, that is what I am doing. I can change 'invariants'- e.g. remove  a ketchup stain on my tie- in the projection by making changes on myself. 

These projective properties

which exist only in the minds of mathematicians. High dimensional projective properties can give rise to positive geometries such that the physical properties of particles (like locality and unitarity) emerge naturally from purely geometric boundary properties.

correspond to that which in his theory the proposition and the fact must have in common,

which is nothing 

if the proposition is to assert the fact.

The guy making the proposition is doing the asserting. Indeed, 'this is a proposition' is an assertion. 

In certain elementary ways this is, of course, obvious.

It is obviously false because nothing we know is 'elementary'.  

It is impossible, for example, to make a statement about two men (assuming for the moment that the men may be treated as simples), without employing two names,

One could say 'fat Vivek' as opposed to 'morbidly obese flatulent Vivek' which is what happens when us Viveks get together at the local branch of the Vivek Iyer society.  

and if you are going to assert a relation between the two men it will be necessary that the sentence in which you make the assertion shall establish a relation between the two names.
Russell and Alfred North Whitehead' treated relations as fundamental, primitive notions. Norbert Wiener realized that if you could define an ordered pair using only standard, unordered sets, then any binary relation could simply be defined as a set of these ordered pairs. Kuratowski simplified Weiner's notation in 1921. Weiner was Russell's student but Russel wasn't impressed.  Russell continued to view relations as real, intensional properties existing in the world (e.g., "being to the left of"). He viewed Wiener’s definition as a clever mathematical trick rather than a true philosophical analysis of what a relation actually is. 
... Mr Wittgenstein begins his theory of Symbolism with the statement (2.1): We make to ourselves pictures of facts.

We may do. Some people are good at visualisation. Others aren't.  

A picture, he says, is a model of the reality, and to the objects in the reality correspond the elements of the picture: the picture itself is a fact.

A picture is a picture. That's a fact. We may say 'this photograph of x stabbing y establishes the fact that x killed y'. But we may be wrong. X wasn't stabbing Y. He was trying to perform a tracheotomy. Sady, Y choked to death. It was too late for X to save Y's life. This fact has been established by the medical examiner. 

The fact that things have a certain relation to each other is represented by the fact that in the picture its elements have a certain relation to one another.

This 'relation' is an 'ordered pair'. It isn't some self-subsistent feature of reality. Weiner's 1914 result showed relations were set-theoretic. In other words, only the extension mattered. This made for ontological economy. You didn't have all sorts of intensions filling up reality. This got rid of the third man problem (Bradley's regress).  The idealists were saying relations were logically impossible because if there is a relation then there must be another relation to relate it and another relation to relate the relating and so on ad infinitum. Russell & Whitehead didn't solve the problem but treated relations as primitives. But this would naturally give rise to a notion that strict limits on language should exist so that 'simples' stayed 'simples'. But this is like the Pythagoreans saying irrational numbers (literally 'surds') should not be spoken off!  

Frege's approach (concepts are unsaturated or not determinate) led Witless in this direction. 'The concept horse is not a concept' shows that it is a concept precisely because it is unsaturated. 

In the picture and the pictured there must be something identical in order that the one can be a picture of the other at all.

That may have been true of the pictures in the Royal Academy in the year Russell was born. But, the first Impressionist exhibition was held a couple of years later. By the time Russell wrote this, there were Cubists & Fauvists & Surrealists & so forth.  

What the picture must have in common with reality in order to be able to represent it after its manner rightly or falsely is its form of representation (2.161, 2.17).

That's what it can't have save in the trivial sense that a picture is really a picture & reality is really reality, not a fucking picture at all. 

We speak of a logical picture of a reality when we wish to imply only so much resemblance as is essential to its being a picture in any sense, that is to say, when we wish to imply no more than identity of logical form.

Russell's 'relation similarity' differs from our category theoetical isomorphism in that for the former there is a static colletion of elements whereas for the latter 'up to isomorphism' means two systems are different names for the same thing  

The logical picture of a fact, he says, is a Gedanke.

Is that a fact? What is the logical picture of the logical picture that is a fact? Is it the Gedanke which farts itself?  

Why did Russell give this shite the time of day? My theory is that Witless was the child G.E Moore & Russell had together. At one time, it seemed precocious- but there were signs all was not well with the little butt baby. Then it became a soldier & went round the twist in the trenches. Let's be nice to it, lest it blows its brains out. 

Russel could see that Witless's notion of a number as the exponent of an operation meant his Logic couldn't handle Peano Arithmetic. Russel says Witless's system could be extended to transfinite numbers but this requires have to have quantification over infinite domains to get Peano induction. Thus Witless was a fucking retard with respect to Long Division which everybody else had mastered by about the age of 7. 

More interesting than such questions of comparative detail is Mr Wittgenstein's attitude towards the mystical. His attitude upon this grows naturally out of his doctrine in pure logic, according to which the logical proposition is a picture (true or false) of the fact, and has in common with the fact a certain structure.

A fact differes from a deduction in that verification is not ratiocinative. We may be able to visualise certain facts but not others. Verification is a separate matter. 

It is this common structure which makes it capable of being a picture of the fact,

even if is actually a fart 

but the structure cannot itself be put into words,

only in the sense that only words can be put into words.  

since it is a structure of words, as well as of the facts to which they refer.

This structure exists only in the mind that posits it. But a mind could equally posit all things as farts.  

Everything, therefore, which is involved in the very idea of the expressiveness of language must remain incapable of being expressed in language,

because complex branching algorithms make Witless's tiny little brain hurt.  

and is, therefore, inexpressible in a perfectly precise sense. This inexpressible contains, according to Mr Wittgenstein, the whole of logic and philosophy.

Not to mention long division.  

The right method of teaching philosophy, he says, would be to confine oneself to propositions of the sciences, stated with all possible clearness and exactness, leaving philosophical assertions to the learner, and proving to him, whenever he made them, that they are meaningless.

Also, if a kid starts doing long division, teechur should beat the shit out of him.  Had Ludwig remained an elementary school teacher in rural Austria, sooner or later, the villagers would have kicked his head in. The fucker lied on oath so as to avoid going to jail for his brutal beatings of village kids. 

It is true that the fate of Socrates might befall a man who attempted this method of teaching, but we are not to be deterred by that fear, if it is the only right method

Witless was rich and well connected. Also he had no qualms about lying under oath. Still, if he had continued to teach kids, sooner or later their mothers would have smashed his head in. Cambridge had a duty to take this moronic sadist off the streets. The good thing about teaching muscular Cambridge blues is that. if you punch them with full force, they think you are trying to tickle them. Say what you like about the British Public School, it breeds thickos with proportionately thicker hides.  

. It is not this that causes some hesitation in accepting Mr Wittgenstein's position, in spite of the very powerful arguments which he brings to its support. What causes hesitation is the fact that, after all, Mr Wittgenstein manages to say a good deal about what cannot be said, thus suggesting to the sceptical reader that possibly there may be some loophole through a hierarchy of languages, or by some other exit.

The saving grace of the aristocratic British thicko is that he had a sense of humour. Witless was like one of those Hindu Swamys who scolds you for being materialistic while demanding more and more money so as to be able to buy himself a fleet of Rolls Royce cars.  

The whole subject of ethics, for example, is placed by Mr Wittgenstein in the mystical, inexpressible region.

Rather than the expressible region of the Law which says 'don't beat kids you worthless retard!'  

Nevertheless he is capable of conveying his ethical opinions. His defence would be that what he calls the mystical can be shown, although it cannot be said.

The reverse is the case. What can be shown can always be said by a sufficiently skilled language user. G.E Moore, the Classicist, would call this 'ekphrasis'. Back in those days, there was no Pornhub, so people had to do with descriptions which, however, couldn't always be shown because of the anatomical limitations of the human body & the fact that octopuses really aren't that kinky. 

Thus, what can be shown is a small proper sub-set of what can be said. Pretending otherwise is the mark of either a moron or a charlatan.  

It may be that this defence is adequate, but, for my part, I confess that it leaves me with a certain sense of intellectual discomfort.

Not being allowed to do long division would impoverish our lives.  

There is one purely logical problem in regard to which these difficulties are peculiarly acute. I mean the problem of generality. In the theory of generality it is necessary to consider all propositions of the form fx where fx is a given propositional function. This belongs to the part of logic which can be expressed, according to Mr Wittgenstein's system.

Brouwer, Heytig, Weyl etc. were showing that constructive math- a logic without the excluded middle- could do what any other math could do. Godel-Gentzen (or Kolmogorov) negative translation is the key.  

But the totality of possible values of x which might seem to be involved in the totality of propositions of the form fx is not admitted by Mr Wittgenstein among the things that can be spoken of, for this is no other than the totality of things in the world, and thus involves the attempt to conceive the world as a whole; 'the feeling of the world as a bounded whole is the mystical'

Einstein was showing the universe is finite but unbounded. This wasn't mystical. It was mathematical.  

hence the totality of the values of x is mystical (6.45).
The word 'mysical' comes from the Greek 'mystikos'  meaning "secret" or "concealed". But secrets can be revealed. I suppose, one could punish those who reveal secrets- like how to do long division- but the Mums of kids you punish may beat you to death. 
This is expressly argued when Mr Wittgenstein denies that we can make propositions as to how many things there are in the world, as for example, that there are more than three.

Was Russell writing this with tongue in cheek?  

These difficulties suggest to my mind some such possibility as this: that every language has, as Mr Wittgenstein says, a structure concerning which, in the language, nothing can be said, but that there may be another language dealing with the structure of the first language, and having itself a new structure, and that to this hierarchy of languages there may be no limit.

Tarski proposed the notion of 'meta-language' in 1931.  

Mr Wittgenstein would of course reply that his whole theory is applicable unchanged to the totality of such languages. The only retort would be to deny that there is any such totality. The totalities concerning which Mr Wittgenstein holds that it is impossible to speak logically are nevertheless thought by him to exist, and are the subject-matter of his mysticism.

Why be mystical when it is more useful to be mathematical? God's economy (management of the world) may be mysterious, but our economics gains by being mathematical. Von Neumann's game theory turned out to be very useful. Witless's 'language-games' weren't useful at all. 

The later Witless thought there were 'hinge propositions' - i.e. foundational, ungrounded background beliefs that stand fast for us and make all empirical inquiry, doubting, and rational justification possible. 

Sadly, the fact that there is a door doesn't mean we have to believe it has hinges. It may be a sliding door or a big rock the cyclops rolls to block the entrance to his cave. 

The totality resulting from our hierarchy would be not merely logically inexpressible,

if logic has unicity. It doesn't.  

but a fiction, a mere delusion, and in this way the supposed sphere of the mystical would be abolished.

No mystery exists if you dogmatically assert 'the Butler did it'.  

Such an hypothesis is very difficult, and I can see objections to it which at the moment I do not know how to answer.

There were smart people who were building on Russell & Whitehead's work who would provide the answers in the Thirties. Witless wasn't one of them.  

Yet I do not see how any easier hypothesis can escape from Mr Wittgenstein's conclusions. Even if this very difficult hypothesis should prove tenable, it would leave untouched a very large part of Mr Wittgenstein's theory, though possibly not the part upon which he himself would wish to lay most stress. As one with a long experience of the dficulties of logic and of the deceptiveness of theories which seem irrefutable, I find myself unable to be sure of the rightness of a theory, merely on the ground that I cannot see any point on which it is wrong.

That point was that Logic doesn't have unicity. There are more logics than there are mathematicians though it is also true that, as Doestoevsky paraphrased Pascal, 'there are more monks than reason'.  

But to have constructed a theory of logic which is not at any point obviously wrong is to have achieved a work of extraordinary difficulty and importance.

Not if it can't handle long division.  

This merit, in my opinion, belongs to Mr Wittgenstein's book, and makes it one which no serious philosopher can afford to neglect.

We can't neglect Frank Ramsey who did a lot of the translating for the Tractatus. But we must shit on retards almost as stupid as ourselves. 

Sunday, 27 September 2026

Gadamer's Verdict on German Philology

Gadamer, who was born in 1900, explains how his generation escaped the spell of the Idealistic, Nation-building, project of 'German Philology'.  To my mind, this explains why the cretin Heidi had salience.

Above all, it was the intensity with which Heidegger evoked Greek philosophy that worked on us like a magical spell. The fact that such a spell was more a counterexample than an example of what his own questioning was intending to do was something we were scarcely aware of at the time. Heidegger’s Destruktion of Greek metaphysics was concerned not just with the consciousness-based idealism of the modern age, but likewise with its origins in Greek metaphysics. Heidegger’s “de- struction” and radical critique also called into question the Christian character of theology as well as the scientific character of philosophy.
But the method used by this 'radical critique' was bad philology- lying about what words mean or how they came to be. In other words, Heidi's spell, as 'counter-example', was that of, not an utile Medea, but unequivocal Circe. German Philology could either cut off German theology from Christianity, German philosophy from Science, or it could have its swinish throat hermeneutically slit to make blutwurst.

The truth is, Blood and Iron had failed Germany. So had philology. But blutwurst is high value added. Surgical Steel is high value added. Could German Hermeneutics be high value adding? Sure. Provided it kicked, Karl Lachmann type, historicist Philology in the goolies not once but again and again.
What a contrast to the bloodless academic philosophizing of the time, which moved within an alienated Kantian or Hegelian language and attempted once again either to bring transcendental idealism to perfection or else to overcome it!
Bloodless, yes. But, precisely for that reason, hermeneutically transparent. No great philological mischief was being worked. 

Sadly, hermeneutics ought not to merge horizons. Where there is a coordination game there will be a cheap talk pooling equilibrium. Discoordination games- for hedging & capitalization of income effects- generate costly signal based separating equilibria which are useful. Even God's mysterious economy depends on a volatile chrematics such that, for Poetry as Socioproctology, Beauty's ontological function is, as Gadamer says, to bridge the gap between ideal and real. 

In my case, this is done by a well-timed fart. 

Saturday, 26 September 2026

Sen's confabulated Memoir


Sen has come to believe that he knows Sanskrit.  Sadly, he remains ignorant of it but, because he has brain-washed himself, he won't look up words in the dictionary to ensure that his memory isn't playing tricks on him.

Consider the following excerpt from his memoir- 

The self-indulgence of what is called in Sanskrit smriticharan (‘the grazing of one’s own memory’)

this is a Bengali word which it would be difficult to duplicate in Sanskrit.  Ātmasmṛtivihāraḥ is what springs to mind.

may not interest others at all, who may nevertheless be curious about what actually happened and how the experiences and thoughts of another person can be understood – and shared

We may be curious about some new method of sharing experiences- e.g. by using farts rather than words-  but are are not curious at all about how Memoirs are written. Will they correspond to the facts or will there be an element of confabulation? In Sen's case, there is a bit of both. 

He tells us that, around the age of 30, on returning to India, after teaching in America and visiting other countries, he wandered through the memories of the three continents he had seen, while chewing upon this philosophical cud. 

As I found my feet in Delhi, I had time to think a little about my earlier years,

his family, being Hindu, had to flee first Buddhist Burma and then Muslim East Bengal. He had also sojourned in Britain which had ruled Bengal for almost 200 years. Sadly, the Hindu Mahatama asked the Brits to 'Quit India'.  

filled with a wide range of experiences. I decided that there were two quite different ways of thinking about the civilizations of the world.

One would say that the Brits should not have been asked to 'quit India' nor the Hindus to quit Burma or Pakistan. The other would say that this was the inevitable result of the collapse of multi-ethnic Empires and the rise of Nation States.  

One approach takes the ‘fragmentary’ perspective and sees a variety of features as manifestations of quite distinct civilizations.

For example, looking at the Flag of Pakistan and understanding that it had an Islamic civilization. If you were a kaffir, you'd better scarper sharpish.  

This approach, with the additional feature of hostility between the fragments, has come much into vogue recently, threatening a lasting ‘clash of civilizations’.

Fuck did Sen think was happening during his childhood when Bengalis kept telling the Brits to fuck the fuck off?  

The other approach is ‘inclusive’, and concentrates on looking for different manifestations of ultimately one civilization – perhaps we should call it a world civilization – which generates different flowers through an interrelated life of roots and branches.

This can be achieved under a World State or Global Empire.  

This book is not, of course, an investigation of the nature of civilization, but, as the reader will see, its sympathies are with an inclusive rather than a fragmentary understanding of what the world offers.

In other words, its 'sympathies' are with fantasy or confabulation, not reality. 

From the Crusades in the Middle Ages to the Nazi invasions in the last century, from communal clashes to battles between religious politics, there have been tussles between varying convictions, and yet there have also been forces for unity working against the clashes

No we haven't. One side won decisively. The other side lost. The Crusader States collapsed. Islamic rule was reestablished. The Nazis were defeated. Germany was occupied and 'de-Nazified'. India's communal clashes (e.g. Direct Action Day in 1946) led directly to the partition of the country. Sen's parents lost their ancestral homes.  

. We can see, if we look, how understanding can spread from one group to another and from one country to the next.

Understanding is not the problem. It is control of resources. Hitler didn't invade Poland because he was having trouble understanding what his Polish plumber was saying to him. He did so because Poland has valuable real estate.  

As we move around we cannot escape clues to broader and more integrative stories.

Fair point. Hindus of India have different languages but seem to have come together well enough. Even Bengal is now voting for the BJP.  Narendra Modi should get some credit for this 'cluee' to a broader and more integrative story. 

Our ability to learn from each other must not be underestimated.

But that learning may be accompanied with the desire to enslave the other.  

Being in reflective human company can be an enormously constructive experience. At the end of the tenth century and the beginning of the eleventh, the Iranian mathematician Al-Biruni,

He was the court astrologer of Mahmud Ghazni who invaded India, destroyed temples, and collected lots of slaves. 

For Sen, this is a 'constructive experience'.  

who spent many years in India, remarked in his book Tarikh al-Hind that learning about each other contributes both to knowledge and to peace.

i.e. the spread of Islam to the conquered country. Islam means 'peace'. Knowledge is useful to a conqueror.  

He presents a wonderful account of mathematics, astronomy, sociology, philosophy and medicine in India a thousand years ago, and also shows how human knowledge expands through friendship.

His knowledge and that of other Muslim savants before him had expanded by enslaving savants of other civilizations.  

Al-Biruni’s fondness for Indians contributed to his interest

in having Indian slaves? 

and expertise in Indian mathematics and science. This fondness did not, however, prevent him from teasing them a little. Indian mathematics is very good, Al-Biruni says, but the most unusual gift Indian intellectuals have is something quite different: it is their ability to talk eloquently on subjects about which they know absolutely nothing.

Sen knows nothing of Al-Biruni's period. He has been senilely repeating this shite for decades.  

Would I be proud of that gift if I had it? I don’t know, but perhaps I should begin by talking about things I do know.

You can't admit the truth to yourself- viz. your family had to run away from Buddhists and Muslims. Yet it is only Hindus you hate.  

This memoir is a small attempt to do just that, or at least to talk about things I have experienced, whether or not I actually know them.

What Sen experienced was the monotony of academic life on three continents over the course of seven decades.

 ‘Where do you consider to be your home?’ I was asked by a BBC interviewer in London, as we were getting ready for the recording.

Did Sen- a senior academic- feel more at home in England or America? The polite thing to say would be 'this is my second home though of course it is the little house in rural Bengal where I was born which will always bee my first and true home. 

He was looking at some kind of biography about me. ‘You have just moved from one Cambridge to another – and from Harvard to Trinity; you have lived in England for decades but you are still an Indian citizen, with – I presume – a passport full of visas. So, where’s your home?’

Do you own a house in the UK or the US? Owning property suggests permanent domicile.  

This was in 1998, just after I had rejoined Trinity College as Master (which was the occasion for the interview). ‘I feel very much at home here right now,’ I said, explaining that I had had a long association with Trinity, having been an undergraduate, a research student, a research fellow and then a teacher there.

Do you own a house there? If not, you are a bird of passage.  

But I added that I also felt much at home in our old house near Harvard Square at the other Cambridge, and I very much feel at home in India, particularly at our little house in Santiniketan where I grew up and to which I love going back regularly. ‘So,’ said the man from the BBC, ‘you have no concept of home!’

Either Sen is mis-remembering or the fellow was a cretin. Sen had a concept of home because he said he felt at home in Cambridge. Perhaps, the interviewer wanted to know whether Sen felt he was in the Indian or the English or the American intellectual tradition.  

‘On the contrary,’ I said, ‘I have more than one welcoming home, but I don’t share your idea that a home has to be exclusive.’

Plenty of people who work for the BBC have second homes. Indeed, it is not uncommon for them to have second or third families.  

The BBC interviewer looked completely unconvinced. I have experienced similar defeats in my attempts to respond to other searches for unique identification.

Sen has a unique Social Security or National Insurance number.  

‘What is your favourite food?’ they asked.

i.e. what is the supremum of your preference ordering of foods. Either this has a unique answer or Sen has been writing nonsense for seventy years. 

There can be many answers to that question, but I generally choose to mumble something like tagliolini con vongole or Szechuan duck, and of course ilish mach – what the English in India used to call ‘hilsha fish’, taking liberty with aspirates. But, I went on to explain, it has to be cooked in proper Dhaka style with ground mustard.

So, Preferences don't have a well defined extension. Thus mathematical social choice theory can have nothing to say about them. Sen has wasted his entire life.  

This kind of reply did not satisfy the questioners, who asked: ‘But which is really your favourite food?’ ‘I love them all,’ I said, ‘but I would not like to live on any one of them as my only food.’

Sen loved his first wife but then decided he loved the wife of his best friend more. Living with only one wife may not be one's preference but it is the best most of us can do.  

My interlocutors did not generally accept that they had obtained from me a reasonable answer to a good question. However, if I was lucky, I did get a polite nod in the discussion of food –  but never, ever when it came to something as serious as ‘home’. ‘Surely, you must have some particular place where you are really at home  ?’

Unless you are a 'nowhere man'. This is what Sen was. He knew little of England or America or Bengal but shuttled around the world repeating the same stupid lies decade after decade. 

 When I was born, Rabindranath persuaded my mother that it was boring to stick to well-­used names and he proposed a new name for me.  Amartya, by inference, means immortal in Sanskrit:

No. It means 'undying' or immortal in a direct manner. 

‘Martya’, which comes from mrityu (one of the several Sanskrit words for ‘death’), is the name for earth

No. That is Bhumi or Prithvi. Martyalok means 'world of mortals'.

where people die, and ‘Amartya’ is someone from a place where people do not die – presumably heaven.

Heaven is where you go after you die, if you've been good. In the Vedas the term Amartya is often paired with Vaishvanara- the Cosmic Man, identified with Agni, the sacred Fire- and the Vaishvanara Vidya, a mystic practice described in the Chandogya Upanishad whereby the devout perceive the entire cosmos as their own physical body and sees the universal self in all things.

I have had to explain this grandiose meaning of the name to many people, but I preferred its more literal – and perhaps more spooky – meaning: ‘unearthly’.

It doesn't mean that. It just means immortal. What is interesting that Sen equates death with what has a place on earth- like one's childhood home- and what is immortal as having no place on earth whatsoever. Perhaps this is the trauma of the refugee he carries with him in exile from his ancestral home in Dacca. 

Alternatively, it may be that Sen thought of himself as a very special little boy. Elsewhere in his memoir, he says he was offered a job at the FAO in 1958. He doesn't say 'my relative B.R Sen was appointed head of the FAO in 1956. Either he is suppressing relevant information or he doesn't seem to have 'connected the dots'. The thing must have been a coincidence- right?

Sen is curiously naive. He says he had relatives who were under 'preventive detention'. He doesn't understand that, by 1938, only those disliked by the elected Bengali adminstration were held in that manner. Even hardened revolutionaries were released- provided they weren't against the ruling coalition.

Sen is also unaware of the rampant corruption which led to diversion of food from the public distribution system. This is what determined who starved and who got fed. 

I think I was nine in the spring of 1943, when the famine began.

Because of the  fungal crop disease (epiphytotic) that devastated winter rice yields in 1942. 

It finished by the time I was just turning ten, in November. Yes, there were a number of striking aspects of that. One was, of course, I had never seen people dying in such numbers.

Because this was the first food availability deficit under an elected Bengali administration. If the Brits had been running things, excess mortality would have been much less.  

I had not, in fact, even seen people dying anyway. But then in 1943, I suddenly saw hundreds of thousands of people starving and dying. It was naturally a remarkable and a harrowing experience. It seemed incredible that there could be no way of saving them.

It is remarkable that Sen didn't know about the corruption of Suhrawardy & the Ispahani business house. His daddy and his uncles certainly knew the score. Everybody did. 

Second, as you say, I was struck by the fact that while so many people—what seemed like millions of people—were roaming the streets, and falling, and perishing, I did not know anyone whatsoever among my circle of friends, or in the school, or anyone connected with the family in any way, who had the slightest difficulty living on.

His grandfather was a judge. His dad was a Professor who did his PhD in London. These were affluent people. 

So I was struck by the divisiveness of society—its class character—

religious character. That's why his family ran away from East Bengal.  

and the extreme contrast between some people not being able to afford food at all to survive while others were not having any difficulty at all.

This was like the extreme contrast between guys who owned a dozen palaces and other guys who slept on the pavement.  

I was beginning to understand a little about class divisions. And it wasn’t class only, in the very broad sense. The divisions were much more detailed and more fine, linked to occupation groups and locations and so on.

But, in the end, only religion mattered.  

So later, many years later when I would study famines, that elementary understanding played a big part: that class and occupation groups had to be linked firmly to what one is trying to explain.

The police and the army and the bureaucrats will get fed. Those whose occupations have disappeared- e.g. agricultural labourers at a time when the harvest has been spoiled- may starve unless the Public Distribution System isn't corrupt.  

Also, there was the oddity of the extreme suddenness of the famine.

How could a kid living in rural Birbhum have not known about the fungal disease that destroyed the harvest? I suppose, the grown-ups didn't talk about such things in front of the kids.  

That was a big surprise. Nothing was being reported, and there were very little discussion of any kind of storm that was coming.

You don't need to read newspapers to know that the farmers in your neighborhood have lost their crop.  

Because of censorship that the Raj had imposed over those years,

But it was Fazl ul Haq & then (in April 1943) Nazimuddin who was Home Minister (and Premier). It was they who decided what could be printed and who should be locked up. There were some exceptions, Fazl could protect Sarat Chandra Bose for almost a year and after his brother escaped but as the War situation worsened, he could not prevent his arrest even though he had been appointed as a Minister. 

connected mainly with the war, the Indian newspapers were not allowed to print anything disparaging about the Raj which could inflame criticism.

But it was Bengalis who decided what was disparaging.  

But the main English paper in Calcutta, The Statesman, a distinguished daily then,

owned by a British firm which got contracts from the Govt. of Bengal.  

was left uncensored. It was a British-owned paper, edited by an Englishman called Ian Stephens, who later was a Fellow at Kings, whom I came to know—much later—quite well.

Stephens, in his book 'Monsoon mornings' reveals that he was putting the blame on Civil Servants in Delhi (who had no power over food) while praising Suhrawardy thus pleasing his pay-masters. He also says he was angry that 'Authority' had requisitioned his air-conditioner for use in an Army VD facility!

But at that time, I didn’t even know who the editor of that newspaper was. Ian Stephens initially toed the line in not reporting anything much on the famine. The justification was that the Japanese were in Burma and the war was going on, and they did not want to do anything which would undermine the war effort.

Stephens didn't want to get knifed by one of Suhrawardy's goons if he exposed his corruption.  

But it also meant, of course, little notice was taken of—and nothing much was done to save—the millions who perished. But eventually, Ian Stephens could not keep himself silent any longer. This was in October, by which time the famine had gone on for many months. On October 14 and 16 of 1943, The Statesman published agonizing reports and stinging editorials on governmental policy.

Blaming Delhi, not Nazimuddin & Suhrawardy! But the reason Stephens waited till October was because Linlithgow had gone. Wavell was the new Viceroy. Only the army could override the corrupt Bengali administration. 

This, of course, immediately got the attention of Parliament, in Britain, in London.

They didn't matter. What mattered was that Wavell took office on October 1.  

Within a few weeks, relief began.

The Managing Agencies (British conglomerates) wanted the Army to put an end to a problem which was affecting their own productivity.  

And within a month the famine was over. The experience brought out clearly the power of the press, and why public discussion is an enormously important way of promoting justice in the world.

Stephens, like his predecessor, was sacked the moment the new elected government took a dislike to his views.  

The idea is not, of course, unrelated to what the UN stands for. That is, if the newspapers in the developed countries took greater interest in what is going on in the developing countries, there might be more involvement.

Or less. There was 'compassion fatigue' with respect to the 1974 Bangladesh famine though earlier there had been a 'concert for Bangladesh'.  

Why is Bangladesh no longer vulnerable to famine? The answer is it boosted agricultural production four fold while achieving demographic transition by getting rural women into factory dormitories. It must be said, Bengali Muslims show none of the blinkered stupidity of their buddhijivi cousins.

Sen writes of his friendship with Aung San Suu Kyi but is sharp in his condemnation of her.

Suu Kyi

who was a Burman nationalist like her father 

eventually won a victory over the military in 2010 when she was granted a highly constrained but still substantial role in the political leadership of the country.

There was a chance the Army would gradually give her some real power. But, once the West turned against her, she was no use to them. I think sanctions against particular Army officers pushed the country toward civil war.  

However, her problems went on increasing, as did those of others in Burma whose misfortunes she perhaps could not – certainly did not – relieve. Indeed, something went terribly wrong in Suu Kyi’s leadership,

she wasn't the leader. Also, as a Burman nationalist, she was sticking with her father's (and the army's) Burmese nationalist line. Sen doesn't seem to understand that the lady was a nationalist just as Indira Gandhi was a nationalist and Srimao Bandarnaike was a nationalist and Benazir Bhutto was a Nationalist. Also, if he likes Bengali speaking Muslims so much, why does he not move to Bangladesh? That is his ancestral home. The truth is, ethnic cleansing in the region is a two way street.  

reflected particularly in her unwillingness to help a vulnerable minority community in Burma: the Rohingyas, a Bengali-­speaking Muslim minority group.

That vulnerable group has no problem raping and killing Hindus- who are even more vulnerable. The sad thing is that Sen has lived long enough to see the BJP come to power in Calcatta while the Islamist BNP rules in Dacca. Whatever illusions he may have had, nobody now shares them. 

Who had been excluded from the list of indigenous people in the 1948 nationality law. They would meet the same fate as other Indians even if their residence in Burma had been longer. I suppose the best solution would have been to exchange populations with the Chittagong Hill Tracts.  

Her treatment of other minority groups, of which Burma has many, was not exemplary either. Terrible barbarities committed against the Rohingya community by the military and also by intolerant Buddhist activists have not – at least so far – moved her to do anything substantial to help the victims.

She had no power to do anything for anybody. Sen does not mention the killing of Bengali Hindus by Rohingya Muslims and the forcible abduction of conversion of the better looking women. 

If there is a puzzle about Suu Kyi,

there is a puzzle about Nehru. Why did he preside over the ethnic cleansing of Muslims in Delhi itself despite being the Prime Minister? 

But there is even greater puzzle as to why Amartya Sen did not chop off his own dick even though dicks cause RAPE! Also its totes unfair that women have to sit down to pee.  

there is a greater enigma that is even harder to understand, which is particularly disturbing for me: that the Burmese, whose kindness impressed me so much as a young boy, seem to have turned brutally hostile to the Rohingyas,

just as the Muslim Bengalis turned brutally hostile to the Hindus  

who have had to endure barbarities, torture and murder in an organized pogrom.

The Pakistani Army did a lot organised rape and killing in Bangladesh. That didn't puzzle anybody.  

Aside from being hugely saddened by these events, I also had to question whether my memory of the natural kindness and the outstanding warmth of the Burmese had all been an illusion.

Everything in Sen's life was and is an illusion.  

But other observers also had an impression similar to mine of the warm and kindly Burmese. A friend – a dedicated backpack medic from Johns Hopkins, Adam Richards – who worked hard to help those Burmese without health care has written: they are ‘constantly laughing, constantly singing and smiling. To see their dedication and their humor, in the face of all this adversity is truly inspiring.’ These and other accounts chime well with the inexperienced and primitive admiration for the Burmese that I had developed as a young boy. This inevitably makes me ask the question: what has changed?

Perhaps the guys singing and laughing weren't the guys who did the killing. There is such a thing as specialization and the divison of labour.  

I can only speculate. What seems to have made the critical difference is the intense propaganda against the Muslim Rohingyas that the military has systematically carried out over recent years.

Did Amnesty International do propaganda against them? It is they who report the Rohingya killing of Hindus. The truth is that a previous Saudi King had given refuge to some Rohingyas who became radicalised. That's why Sheikh Hasina's Bangladesh was wary of them. 

The gentle Burmese my family and I knew

were dead or in their eighties 

have been trained to become violent haters,

Who trained the people who chased Sen's family out of their ancetral East Bengal? Was it the Muslim League?

and in that conversion the military has played a critically influential role – by poisoning people’s minds and using well-­organized racist propaganda and strong-­armed bigotry to induce torturing and killing.

The military was the creation of Aung San. He was a Buddhist. He didn't like Muslims, Christians or even Hindus.  

There is, in fact, a global lesson here in the possibility of transforming a gentle population.

This is a fantasy of Sen. The fact is India's partition involved great brutality. Who 'transformed' gentle populations? I suppose what Sen means is 'Muslims are violent. That's why there were riots at Partition. But Buddhists are non-violent- right?' Wrong. The reason Burma is Buddhist to the extent that it is is because Burmese people are very good at fighting.  

The power of such propaganda can be seen not just in Burma, but in many countries in the world today. What is happening in Burma (or Myanmar, as it is now called, a name championed by the military) is, of course, particularly barbaric, but the effectiveness of agitations against particular minority groups can be seen in many countries in the world – for example against immigrants in Hungary, or the gay community in Poland, or against Gypsies nearly everywhere in Europe.

Sen is not aware that all these things were much greater what he was young.  

There is a lesson here which is peculiarly important today in formerly secular India:

It was so Secular, when Nehru took power, that the Muslim population of Delhi fell from one third to five percent.  

the religious extremists have been very dedicated – even through governmental policy – in undermining inter-­community relations and in threatening the human rights of Muslim minorities

Nehru took away citizenship from Muslims who had fled across the border in panic. That's one reason why he was the supreme Hindu leader while he lived.