Mahasweta Devi is proud for receiving “Magsaysay Award” which was introduced in the name of President Ramon del Fierro Magsaysay who was responsible for the butchering of thousands of Communists and innocent people in Phillippines. If she were a genuine Leftist or if she had possessed minimum conscience or morality or ethics or democratic point of view, she would not have cerrtainly accepted the award introduced in the name of a butcher.
Below is a poem addressed to the ‘pseudo’ apolitical intellectual Mahasweta Devi and her team of hypocrites and perverts who have sold out their heart, soul and conscience to serve big business & media houses and imperialism for passing life in air-conditioned rooms and travelling in flights, air-condtioned trains & cars.
“APOLITICAL INTELLECTUALS”
Guatemalan guerrilla fighter and poet Otto René Castillo
(translated by Margaret Randall)
One day the apolitical
intellectuals
of my country
will be interrogated
by the simplest
of our people.
They will be asked
what they did
when their nation died out
slowly,
like a sweet fire
small and alone.
No one will ask them
about their dress,
their long siestas
after lunch,
no one will want to know
about their sterile combats
with "the idea
of the nothing"
no one will care about
their higher financial learning.
They won't be questioned
on Greek mythology,
or regarding their self-disgust
when someone within them
begins to die
the coward's death.
They'll be asked nothing
about their absurd
justifications,
born in the shadow
of the total lie.
On that day
the simple men will come.
Those who had no place
in the books and poems
of the apolitical intellectuals,
but daily delivered
their bread and milk,
their tortillas and eggs,
those who drove their cars,
who cared for their dogs and gardens
and worked for them,
and they'll ask:
"What did you do when the poor
suffered, when tenderness
and life
burned out of them?"
Apolitical intellectuals
of my sweet country,
you will not be able to answer.
A vulture of silence
will eat your gut.
Your own misery
will pick at your soul.
And you will be mute in your shame.
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