12-14-2005, 06:36 PM
Shows what decades of commie brainwashing can achieve:
<!--QuoteBegin-->QUOTE<!--QuoteEBegin-->After 1947, things started deteriorating rapidly and most of our Hindu neighbours started selling their houses and crossing over to India. Some houses were also forcibly occupied by Muslims. Communal tension was palpable most of the time. My father had passed away in the meanwhile. I completed my schooling in 1951 and left Dhaka for Calcutta that year. My mother stayed on with my two elder brothers. When the 1951 riots began, I was not there. My family didnât think it safe to stay on in our house any longer. They moved to a relativeâs place near Sadarghat in Dhaka. Soon after, my brothers tried to exchange our property for a house in Park Circus, Calcutta. When the exchange was complete, my mother and brothers moved here.
But all of my relatives were not so lucky. My motherâs younger sister and her husband lived in a village in Bikrampur near Dhaka. My aunt fell seriously ill in 1955 and died due to lack of medical aid. Communal violence had made it impossible for my uncle to procure medicines for her or to take her to Dhaka for treatment. My uncle was a doctor and had many Muslim patients. But he couldnât save his wife; communal animosity had reached such a pass by then.
Very early in life, the stabbing of Abbas-dadu showed me how divisive religion could be when controlled by fanatics. I also knew we were paying the price of depriving the Muslims of Bengal for a century or more.
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This is like the Jews blaming themselves for the holocaust, people like these should have died back then itself and hopefully they will die a horrible death at the hands of Muslims in a future riot.
<!--QuoteBegin-->QUOTE<!--QuoteEBegin-->After 1947, things started deteriorating rapidly and most of our Hindu neighbours started selling their houses and crossing over to India. Some houses were also forcibly occupied by Muslims. Communal tension was palpable most of the time. My father had passed away in the meanwhile. I completed my schooling in 1951 and left Dhaka for Calcutta that year. My mother stayed on with my two elder brothers. When the 1951 riots began, I was not there. My family didnât think it safe to stay on in our house any longer. They moved to a relativeâs place near Sadarghat in Dhaka. Soon after, my brothers tried to exchange our property for a house in Park Circus, Calcutta. When the exchange was complete, my mother and brothers moved here.
But all of my relatives were not so lucky. My motherâs younger sister and her husband lived in a village in Bikrampur near Dhaka. My aunt fell seriously ill in 1955 and died due to lack of medical aid. Communal violence had made it impossible for my uncle to procure medicines for her or to take her to Dhaka for treatment. My uncle was a doctor and had many Muslim patients. But he couldnât save his wife; communal animosity had reached such a pass by then.
Very early in life, the stabbing of Abbas-dadu showed me how divisive religion could be when controlled by fanatics. I also knew we were paying the price of depriving the Muslims of Bengal for a century or more.
http://www.littlemag.com/ghosts/antaradevsen5.html<!--QuoteEnd--><!--QuoteEEnd-->
This is like the Jews blaming themselves for the holocaust, people like these should have died back then itself and hopefully they will die a horrible death at the hands of Muslims in a future riot.