We
are those who are the losers in 'development'. Those who are not asked
what development is, for whom development is, and why development
is. We are the peoples of the Damaan known to others simply as the
'affectees' of the Chashma Right Bank Irrigation Canal, Stage III
- there have already been two stages of destruction prior to this.
We are those who live that world of glossy pamphlets and annual reports
boasting abundant waters and high yields and new and wonderful crops
for faraway markets. And we stand here to announce that this is but
a virtual world, a world existing only in pages.
For
centuries we have learned to live with this land, in hardships,
but with a knowledge that allowed us to build our community, a relationship
to a land and its waters that defines our very being. The languages
of the land have taught us to how to cherish and harness the hill
torrents brought by the rains to provide us sustenance. And in doing
so we became the knowledge that allows this land to live and us
to live as it.
Many
people have passed through this land yet we have sustained this
relationship with the land. These 'others' who came brought new
languages and challenged us with their minds and methods - but they
were others and we maintained our own.
Today
we are challenged by the very people who claim that they are 'us'
- from Lahore and Islamabad - with their one language, that of development.
A development that ceases to learn from the land but believes that
it can claim the power of nature and control the languages of the
land, building dams and canals with the promise to control the flows
of water and provide power and water for faraway, and near lands.
These dams that they design and the canals that snake our lands
refashion the very hills that shape the sky but they drink more
than both the sky and the land can yield. Sucking the very life
from these lands and ignoring the ways the land has taught us to
catch and use its bounty.
Their brother in arms is the Bank in Manila. The dreaded Bank, with
its army of consultants from across the globe, helped make this
vision, this destruction, a reality.
The
cost of the arrogance of such designs is being paid by our lives.
The poverty of our being bears testimony to the height of this price.
They moved us off our lands with promises of better lands and compensations.
They tore us apart from the land that carries our blood, our history,
our culture, our livelihood - ripping the Damaan into two, separating
our peoples from each other as some gained and most lost. The Damaan
now lies dormant, the floods cease to be our sustenance and water
once cherished embattles our very survival as we are enslaved by
the arbitrariness and corruption of those who to control the canal
waters.
Our
homes and our histories are now buried. And we are lost. There are
no alternative lands. And we search for somewhere to go. There is
no compensation. Abundant lies of abundances. And the biggest lie?
The lie of development.
When
we speak of our suffering, when we sit outside their offices and
fast they claim to listen and burying us with their committees and
their numbers and their calculations, they tell us we will be compensated
- one wonders what compensation, price, will ever be possible for
alienation from our very being. But nothing changes. And the Bank
people travel the world espousing the religion of development, carrying
pictures of us as testimony of the power of this religion, but they
are silent pictures our voices of suffering are silenced.
And
now we stand and refuse to be silent. We say enough.
We
stand now to bring our justice to the perpetrators of the destruction
that has been wrought. We take the Government and the Bank to our
court, to hear them talk in our court, to answer our questions.
To lay out the story('s) of truth in which they trampled their own
false legalities and procedures and subsumed our beings to their
exercises of Power.
We
stand now to have our say in this game of development. We refuse
to play. We stand to question the idea of development that has colonised
so many minds and hearts, the idea that such monstrous dams and
canals ease hardship and suffering, ours or of those in faraway
lands - ideas that still animate vivid developmental imaginations
inscribed on our lands with the Kachhi Canal and the Gomal Dam.
In this court our voices will tell of the bankruptcy of a development
that scars landscapes and mindscapes.
We
stand now quiet simply to reclaim our beings - to reclaim our lands,
our histories, our lives and our human futures.
And
we invite concerned sisters and brothers to stand with us and share
in our voicing.
Signed the Peoples of the Damaan
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