Monday, 12 November 2018

The Untold Story Of Bangladesh - How Jornalists Failed A Nation

For years, I tried to bring to the attention of the international mainstream media how student politicians in Bangladesh were raping girls and killing each other – and failed.


I recall writing to New Hope International, and the editor sending me a terse note saying that if I found democracy so deficient, what alternative did I propose? Earlier, the chief editor had said that they would have been happier if I had attributed the violence I described to the market-friendly policies of the World Bank and the IMF!

I approached the Christian Science Monitor – they weren't remotely interested. I wrote to The Nation – thinking that this paper would surely be concerned about the plight of teenage boys used as thugs by the political parties; I never even heard from them.

I sent an article to the New Statesman. I got a reply saying that the relevant editor would get back to me after the Christmas holidays. I never heard from him again.

Then, my own analysis told me what was going on – these major newspapers were part of what I have come to call "The Freedom Industry". Since their readers have been indoctrinated into believing that democracy is God's gift to mankind (George Bush's phrase), any criticism of democracy would not go down well with them. Prestige and money were at stake.

Finally, I learned about the Alternative Media/ indymedia.

My first break came when Csaba Polony of Left Curve published a cycle of poems on the murder of student politicians by student politicians. I was grateful: I realised that criticism of students – who were supposed to have overthrown a dictator in 1990 – would only be acceptable to low-budget, low-circulation. non-mainstream newspapers and magazines.

And that turned out to be the case: I sent my article to an online journal called Axis of Logic. The editor was breathless with excitement: he immediately published it, and even tried to call me from America – but it's not easy to get through to Bangladesh!

You can access the article here:

http://www.axisoflogic.com/artman/publish/article_23393.shtml

It's called THE FREEDOM INDUSTRY AND STUDENT POLITICS IN BANGLADESH: every year, on the average, 50 student politicians were being murdered after the democratic transition of 1990. Why? Because these kids were being used by the political parties to bring down the incumbent in street battles and campus violence. Those street battles are called 'hartals' (these are not 'general strikes'!). Here's a description of a hartal: " Salahuddin (33), a fisherman, was killed in a skirmish between the two student wings of the political parties in the latest hartal. Two rickshawpullers – one of them unidentified, the other Badaruddin (32) - were bombed while they were pulling their rickshaws during hartal hours. It took them 24 to 48 hours to die. An auto-rickshaw was burned to ashes, and when the driver, Saidul Islam Shahid (35), tried to put out the flames, he was sprinkled with petrol, and burned to death. It took him more than two days to die. Truck driver, Fayez Ahmed (50), died when a bomb was thrown on his truck. And Ripon Sikder, a sixteen-year-old injured by a bomb, died on 4th May at the Dhaka Medical College Hospital after struggling for his life for eleven days." The whole idea of a hartal is to keep traffic off the roads to paralyse the country and discredit the ruling party – and that's where you need the boys.

The boys were allowed – even encouraged – to rape with abandon. According to the Minister of Women and Children's Affairs, the number of rapes skyrocketed from 407 in 1990 to 2224 by 1997.

In September 1998, a committee investigated allegations of sexual abuse at Jahangirnagar University against boys from the Chatra League, the student front of the then ruling Awami League. It revealed that

“more than 20 female students were raped and over 300 others were sexually harassed on the campus by the "armed cadres of a particular political party. "

No one was charged.

In desperation people resorted to lynching: lynching was unknown in Bangladesh. If people caught a thief, they used to give him a good beating and hand him over to the police. Now, they started killing them. And then came the public torching of muggers and robbers – they were cremated alive in broad daylight by a populace that had had enough.

Then, I realised that reading newspapers – ranging from The Economist to the Guardian to the New Statesman – would not give me a true picture of the world.

Only anthropologists could do that.

The first eye-opener was Stanely J. Tambiah of Harvard University. In his book, Ethnonatioalist Conflict and Collective Violence in South Asia (a book that, to my knowledge, no mainstream paper ever reviewed), he blames the rise in violence throughout South Asia on the party political system.

He says: ‘...participatory democracy, competitive elections, mass militancy, and crowd violence are not disconnected. (Stanley J. Tambiah ,Leveling Crowds: Ethnonationalist Conflicts and Collective Violence in South Asia, (New Delhi: Vistaar Publications, 1996), p. 260)."

I noticed that none of the NGOs ever raised their voices against student politics. Odd: these were supposed to be "civil society". Then two anthropologists revealed the truth.

The writers speak of an "aid market" that local NGOs know how to exploit.

“The political significance of such a massive proliferation of NGOs in Africa deserves closer attention. Our research suggests that this expansion is less the outcome of the increasing political weight of civil society than the consequence of the very pragmatic realisation that resources are now largely channeled through NGOs.”

The authors also - like myself - attribute the spread of democracy since 1990 to foreign donor pressure, and reject outright the notion of an emerging civil society: “It cannot simply be a coincidence that, now that the West ties aid to democratisation under the guise of multi-party elections, multi-party elections are taking place in Africa.” (Africa Works: Disorder as Political Instrument (Oxford: James Currey, 1999)23, 22, 118).

After the fall of the Berlin Wall, donors insisted on multi-party elections. The Economist finally acknowledged the truth after fourteen years: “...the cold war’s end prompted western donors to stop propping up anti-communist dictators and to start insisting on democratic reforms” (December 18th 2004, p. 69).

Then, when democracy threatened to turn Bangladesh into another failed Muslim state, western governments intervened: they again allowed the army to take over on January 11th 2007.

The number of student politicians murdered plunged from 48 in 2006 to 10 in 2007 and 6 so far this year. The restoration of (colonial) democracy in December means that more kids are going to be killed every year, and more women raped by these kids.

But no newspaper will ever tell you that.


(For more articles on Bangladesh and violence, you can visit my website.)  

Sunday, 21 October 2018

The Frankish Disease

"Your language is closer to you than your jugular vein."

From where did this piece of wisdom come to this part of the world? It wasn't always there. When the British came, we gladly relinquished our languages and learned English (and still do). Something changed between the time the English arrived and the time they left. They taught us more than 'Jolly good!" and "Old boy": they taught us nationalism.

But not all of us: only the microscopic minority of educated 'monkey-see-monkey-dos' produced by the imperial education system in South Asia.

But nationalism was not all we ingested from the superabundant harvest of western civilisation. There was Marxism, socialism, secularism, democracy….

That these contradictory ideas could lodge in a single head seems extraordinary today, but one must keep in mind the fact that we had been ruled for two hundred years, and rendered incapable of thinking for ourselves.

Take the Middle Eastern expression for nationalism: when it first arrived there, it was known (correctly) as the 'Frankish idea'. The accompanying physical malady that accompanied it was known as the 'Frankish disease'. Now, syphilis has the same effect on the brain as the Frankish and other assorted ideas. Therefore, we were able to accommodate all sorts of opposing ideologies in one diseased brain.

The climax of these intellectual developments, if lunacy can be credited with development, was the 1972 constitution of Bangladesh. Nationalism was part of it; as was nationalisation of all industry in solidarity with the workers of the world (but – heaven forbid – not the nationalisation of land). How Bengali nationalism could appeal to a Czech factory worker was beyond comprehension. The architects of the constitution wished to create a paradise on earth – but for Bengalis only. But 'Bengalis' also designated those living in West Bengal in India. So, Bengali paradise was not for West Bengalis. Yet nationalism reached across the border….In other words, the constitution was a cocktail meant for immediate inebriation.

In fact, one can't blame the pater patriae for kicking over that piece of paper as a colonial-period relic: it was really just that.

A constitution not in keeping with the culture, the 'manners', to use de Tocqueville's expression, of the people must be worth less than the paper it is printed on. Indeed, it is not worth less, but worthless.

Friday, 14 September 2018

15 Student Politicians Murdered in 15 years (1985 – 2000) at Tejgaon Polytechnic Institute in Dhaka, Bangladesh



            The foot-soldiers in this democratic war are the students. It was a group of students that – with assistance from western donors – overthrew the last dictator, General Ershad. Tellingly, General Ershad had no student body in his political machinery. A violent student army is essential for political parties to survive the agitation of the opposition.

15 Students Murdered at Tejgaon Polytechnic Institute (Dhaka) in 15 years (1985 – 2000)
YEAR
STUDENT KILLED
POLITICAL AFFILIATION
MURDERED AT
AGE
2000
Zahid
Leader, Bangladesh Chatra League (BCL)
Hostel
below 18
1999
Sohel
Elected general secretary of students’ union in 1997
Near hostel
below 18
1998
Sajal
President, BCL unit
Campus
below 18
1996
Riyad
Convener, BCL unit of institute
In front of hostel
below 18
1995
Mizanur Rahman
Convener, Jatiyabadi Chatra Dal (JCD)
Within 200 yards of hostel
below 18
1992
Shakil Ahmed
General Secretary, JCD unit
Dormitory
below 18
1992
Rab
JCD leader
Campus
below 18
1992
Shahabuddin
JCD leader
Campus
 below 18
1987
Sharif Hossain
General secretary, student union
In front of hostel
below 18
1985
Miniruzzaman Munir and 5 other activists
Leader and members of Jatiya Chatra Samaj
Campus
below 18

            In microcosm, the Tejgaon Polytechnic Institute’s  recent history of killings and revenge-killings among students illustrates the national problem. The students are used by political leaders to collect huge amounts of money through extortion: these are known as ‘tolls’. They are collected under duress from shops, businesses and local residents. Part of the money finds its way to the political parties and part is used to finance the reckless, high-spending, drug-filled lifestyle of stressed-out students who know they won’t live long. And we’re talking about students who are too young to vote – the age at which students pass from the institute is 18 - and yet carry guns and use them regularly. A further point to notice is that none of the students after the mid-80s belonged to General Ershad’s political party, the Jatiya Party. Whatever the demerits of the General, he preferred to deploy men with guns rather than boys with guns.
            Imagine, then, a network of lawless young men, protected by the two parties for their services during hartals and agitation – in short, two private armies – and you can piece together the jigsaw of seemingly inexplicable criminal acts as the throwing of acid on women.

Wednesday, 5 September 2018

CONFESSIONS OF A STUDENT POLITICIAN OF BANGLADESH An Interview




[The People's Democratic Party (PDP) and the Democratic People's Party (DPP) are both fictionalized names of real parties. This manoeuver has been undertaken to protect the identity of the student politician, who is now undergoing his umpteenth rehab.]

“1987. Age 13. Class 8. I was mildly involved. From 1988 I joined the PDP, when I was in class 9.
            “Family. I didn’t used to get along with my father. Normal with my mother. Normal with my brother. My brother knew about it a little; my studies were not being hampered by politics.
“Since I was in class 6, I had been observing the activities of the DPP with distaste. I used to avoid the party....
“1988. Age 14. Disgusted with the DPP, I myself created a group against them at school. This group used to print anonymous leaflets against the DPP. We used to prevent other boys from joining  the processions organised by the DPP.
“1988. I knew a student worker of the PDP personally; he lived in my neighborhood. He organised a committee for me at my school. After the committee was formed, we printed posters and leaflets using the name of the PDP. Apart from the movement at school, I would take my boys to participate in movements conducted by the PDP outside school. Nobody at home knew because I would stay home at night, and was active only during the day. My grades started getting worse. I missed classes. Teachers would harass students belonging to the PDP, not because the students would not study, but because the teachers belonged to the DPP.
“1989. Age 15. The first ‘action’ at school. The boys of the DPP always came to school organised, in a group. We took an action against this. We decided we wouldn’t let the other boys enter school that day. Some boys used to stay at the school hostel. During the afternoon tiffin period, I left my pipe-gun and cocktail with my boys who stayed at the hostel and some of us left. We missed class that day. The other boys got wind of this, and they told their teachers that there were arms at school. If they didn’t get rid of them, they would inform the police. The teachers then started to question us. Then my boys put the arms in a sack and dumped them. So the teachers didn’t find anything. Then my boys showed the DPP’s papers to the teachers.
“The next day, the school was full of the DPP boys. On that day, I arrived at school at 9:30, long before classes started. We used to hold our meetings on the roof of the nearby market building. On the way there, the boys surrounded me. I ran. I reached the roof. We decided that some of us would have to attend class, no matter what it would take. After two of us entered class, the teacher started accusing us of wrongdoing. Then the teacher beat me and the other boy, and tore our hair.
“How I got hold of arms. The aim was to organise a program at school, save money and buy arms. The teachers tried to stop us, but we went ahead with the program. We also collected tolls [=extortion money] from businessmen in the area. Then we bought arms from an iron-smith. Pipe-gun, 250 takas ($6); cocktail, 1100 takas.
“After this episode, the PDP started giving us total assistance. They started to send boys from the armed cadres, or cells. They were our age; they didn’t attend school. Their sources of income were gambling, black marketing in cinema tickets, mugging, selling drugs, and extorting money from hawkers and shop-owners. These were ‘taxes’. Taxes were collected on a fairly regular weekly basis. The cadre boys would receive tax proportionate to the area they could control.
“1990. The aim was to disrupt the meeting of a prominent leader of the DPP. The DPP also had their armed cadres guarding the place. I now joined the student wing of the PDP. We led a procession towards the meeting. But the police stopped us. From then on the mid-level leaders of the student wing gave me a pipe-gun.
“1990. Age 16. I got into college in August. November. The anti-Ershad  movement began [General Ershad was dictator at the time]. Every day, we threw bombs at police cars, barricaded the roads and violated curfews to lead processions, then run.
“Nobody at home, except my brother, knew about my participation in these activities.
“Ershad broke up his own student body and harassed the other student bodies. He had broken up his student body, but he employed his own parties’ students as goons. These goons would beat us up in front of the police and walk around openly with arms. Besides, during election Ershad used to steal votes. All these things made me and my friends react to them. I reacted by joining the oust-Ershad movement.
“Ershad fell. The election came. There were two candidates for the party nomination, Ahmed and Azam [names disguised]. I was on Ahmed’s side. But he didn’t get the nomination. Then Ahmed got another candidate, Afzal [name disguised], from [a third] Party to run against Azam, so that Azam couldn’t win. My friends and I began to work for Afzal. The party members knew about all this, but nobody would talk about it openly. During the election, we used to break up the offices of the DPP.
“27 February. Election day. We went from door to door and picked up people in rickshaws and got them to vote. The rickshaw-fare was paid for by the party. We got people from slums to give false votes. We cast false votes ourselves. The election ended.
“1991. 1st year college. Age 17. The two factions formed during the election started to bicker. There were 50 boys in my group. The other side had around 10 or 12 boys. We threw them out of college. Then they started attacking us at sudden intervals. They used to beat us up when we went out. We used to get together before coming to college and stuck together even inside the college. We couldn’t go out of the college alone.
“We hadn’t yet had our Fresher’s Welcome. Using the welcome as an excuse, we collected money from the students. Later, we collected money from students when they sought admission to college, around Taka1200-Taka.2000 per head. We bought arms with the money, mostly bullets and powder. That was what we did the whole of 1991.
“April. I learned from one of the boys that the other faction had taken over the college. This information turned out to be wrong, as I discovered after coming to college. I beat up the boy who had misinformed me. He became furious.
“July. Three months later, one night some boys from the other faction came to my house and called me out. I wondered to myself, 'Let’s see what they are going do to me.' A shopkeeper in my area had warned me earlier not to leave the house. They broke the lights and darkened the street.  Fourteen boys slapped and hit me and beat me up with the blunt end of hockey sticks – they hit me everywhere, on my head, chest, arms, legs, body.... Sensing an opening, I sneaked out. I ran to the party’s central secretary at the college. I couldn’t stand on my feet; the secretary took me to a doctor. One of my boys got wind of what had happened, and they seized the area. I went home at midnight. The groups were agitated, and senior members came and got us to make up. But the resentment lingered in the area for fifteen to twenty days. We had made up only on the surface; inside we were angry.
“Family. Before this incident, I didn’t use to talk much with my family. I used to   come home at night just to eat and sleep.  There were no words spoken between me and my father. On that night, when I came home, I had to knock a long time before my father opened the door. He wouldn’t let me in. He said, “You go wherever you like, I have nothing to do with you”. When he saw what shape I was in, he softened a little, and let me in.
“In 1991, I had no feeling for anyone at home. I just lived there. Even if my father hadn’t allowed me in that night, I would have stayed somewhere else. I didn’t care. There was only one thought on my mind: how was I going to get even with those boys? My mother was crying, and nursing me. My brother was lost. I had to stay home for fifteen days in order to recover. Then my father’s affection for me increased. But I felt nothing for anyone. After fifteen days, my father sent me to another town to my grandfather’s place. I stayed there two months. I lost touch with the party. I used to stay home, rest, read books and go out now and then.
“Two months later. October. Things had cooled down. I returned. I wasn’t interested in the party like before. I kept thinking about only one thing: how to get more arms and recruit an armed cadre of boys.
“December. Two of the boys who had beaten me up were hanging around in my area. Four of us beat them up good and proper: we used hockey sticks, knives, and cola bottles. The doctor gave one of them 48 hours to live. They both survived.
“I couldn’t stay home after this. Most of the time, I would stay out. I would return at midnight, and leave at dawn. One night, on my way home, I was shot at, but they missed. I ran. Things went on like this.
“One day there was a shootout between us and them. We made up and things cooled off, more or less.
“January, 1992. One day, the DPP boys picked me up from the back of the college and beat me up in a college room and locked me in. My friend’s brother was a leader of the DPP. He got me freed.
“February, 1992. I formed my own gang of boys at college, mostly boys of my own class. I would recruit boys who were reckless and wild. They had a kill-or-be-killed mentality. I used to get into trouble with the party over these boys. I used to get into trouble over other things, like power, admission of boys to college, money, arms....
“March. The intermediate exams drew near. I had to study. I lost the power I had. I appeared for the intermediate exam in commerce, got a second division.
“August. After the exam, I got back to the party. I’d lost my earlier power. I started afresh to acquire power. I became insubordinate; I would refuse to listen to commands from the top. I would send boys from my own group, or simply say no.
“One day, in a procession led by the DPP, three boys belonging to that party were shot and killed. I wan sent there by command from the party bosses. I didn’t want to go there, but I had to. I knew there would be violence, even murder. However, I went in the morning and came back in the evening. The murders happened at night.
“I wanted to give up the party, but I couldn’t, I was too involved. I needed protection. My frustration mounted. I started taking drugs. I used to take drugs before the exam, but for fun. Now, it became a regular thing. After taking drugs at night, I would resolve not to take anymore. But even if I somehow managed to stay home all day in great agony, I couldn’t stay at night. This is how things went on.
“I went back to my grandfather’s place. I took the drugs with me.
“I used to feel very helpless at the time. I wanted my father’s help. But he didn’t understand that. He would only give me orders. I grew more desperate, more angry with my father.
“October. I went to my uncle’s house in another town. I felt terrible that night, but I was under control. I stopped taking drugs for three months at a stretch. I wanted to join the army, but that didn’t work out. From January I started taking drugs again right until June. My grandparents caught on. They told my parents; I stopped again.
“After June. I still take drugs. I feel very frustrated. Now I regret everything. What have I done with my life? And for what? I could have done better in my exams. The whole family – cousins, aunts, uncles – have become aloof; they avoid me. They think I am a goon. And this causes enormous frustration. I start taking drugs whenever I get frustrated. I am studying for my bachelor’s exam in commerce, but my heart’s not in it. I study just because I have to. I have no interest in commerce, but I don’t know what I want. I can’t sleep at night; I have nightmares. Most of the time, I see people fighting. I don’t want to rejoin the party. Now I realise what the party has done to my life. Now I want other boys not to get involved in politics, but I can’t quite put it into words.”

Thursday, 23 August 2018

STUDENT POLITICIANS MURDERED: Newspaper Headlines




STUDENT POLITICIANS  KILLED: Recent Headlines
Titumir College BCL leader shot dead
November 10, 2000
OBSERVER
BCL activist killed in  Chittagong
December 18, 2000
OBSERVER
Jubo League leader shot dead in Khulna
January 7, 2001
DAILY STAR
BCL activist shot dead in Laxmipur
January 11, 2001
DAILY STAR
[Dhaka] City Jubo League Leader shot dead
January 13, 2001
DAILY STAR
Chatra League leader shot dead in Ctg.
January 19, 2001
OBSERVER
Jubo League leader stabbed in Khulna
February 8, 2001
DAILY STAR
BCP cadres gun down Jubo League, BCL leaders
February 24,2001
DAILY STAR
BCL leader killed in clash in Chandpur
March 10, 2001
OBSERVER
Jubo League leader shot dead in Khulna
March 15, 2001
DAILY STAR
Jubo League leader drowns while escaping police raid
March 17, 2001
DAILY STAR
Three political activists shot dead in city
March 20, 2001
DAILY STAR
Jubo Dal activist shot dead
March 29, 2001
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BCL leader shot dead at Patiya
April 3, 2001
DAILY STAR
Feni BCL worker killed in blast
April 5, 2001
DAILY STAR
Bagerhat Jubo Dal leader murdered
April 7, 2001
DAILY STAR
Jubo Dal leader stabbed to death in Sirajganj
April 11, 2001
DAILY STAR
Jubo League leader murdered in Pabna
April 13, 2001
DAILY STAR
JCD leader shot dead
April 17, 2001
DAILY STAR
BCL leader shot dead in Feni
April 17, 2001
DAILY STAR
Jubo League activist shot dead in Kushtia
April 17, 2001
DAILY STAR
Former Jubo Dal leader shot dead in city
April 19, 2001
DAILY STAR
Juba League worker chopped to death in Jhenidah
April 20, 2001
OBSERVER
Jubo League activist shot dead in Feni
April 25, 2001
DAILY STAR
BCL factions clash in Ctg: One shot dead
April 28, 2001
DAILY STAR
JCD activist shot dead by rivals in Sylhet
May 4, 2001
DAILY STAR
Jubo Dal leader shot dead in Feni
May 7, 2001
DAILY STAR
BCL leader shot dead in Rauzan
May 9, 2001
DAILY STAR
Internal Feud: 2 BCL activists gunned down in Fatikchari
May 18, 2001
DAILY STAR
JCD leader stabbed to death in Bhola
May 22, 2001
DAILY STAR
4 PBCP cadres gunned down by rivals in Kushtia
June 7, 2001
DAILY STAR
IU Shibir leader stabbed to death
June 9, 2001
DAILY STAR
JCD leader stabbed to death at Sylhet
June 26, 2001
DAILY STAR
Jubo Dal leader slaughtered in Barisal
June 26, 2001
DAILY STAR
BCL cadre beaten to death  at Feni
June 27, 2001
DAILY STAR
JCD activist stabbed to death
July 4, 2001
DAILY STAR
Bogra BCL leader killed in bomb blasts
July 14, 2001
DAILY STAR
JCD activist killed in police firing in Feni
July 17, 2001
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Victoria College BCL secretary chopped to death
July 19, 2001
DAILY STAR
Body of BCL leader recovered
July 29, 2001
DAILY STAR
A JL leader beaten to death by JCD workers at Feni
August 15, 2001
OBSERVER
JCD activist shot dead in Feni
August 17, 2001
DAILY STAR
Murder of BCL activist triggers violence at DU [Dhaka University]
August 18, 2001
DAILY STAR
Uttara Jubo League leader gunned down
August 19, 2001
DAILY STAR
2 BCL activists shot dead in Fatikchari
August 20, 2001
DAILY STAR
2 BCL activists shot dead by Shibir cadres in Fatikchari
August 21, 2001
DAILY STAR
2 activists of AL, BCL killed in Jessore, Khulna
August 21, 2001
DAILY STAR
Jubo League leader in Khulna
August 26, 2001
DAILY STAR
JCD leader stabbed to death in Barisal
August 28, 2001
DAILY STAR
N’ganj JCD leader succumbs to stab injury
September 4, 2001
DAILY STAR
Jubo League leader shot dead in Sylhet
September 5, 2001
OBSERVER
Jubo League leader among four killed in [Dhaka] city
September 5, 2001
OBSERVER
PBCP cadre shot dead in Khulna
September 8, 2001
DAILY STAR
Political violence kills 7 in 5 dists [some non-students]
September 11, 2001
DAILY STAR
Khulna Jubo Dal activist murdered
September 13, 2001
DAILY STAR
BCL leader, his friend gunned down in Ctg
September 14, 2001
DAILY STAR
Sylhet Jubo League worker slaughtered
September 16, 2001
DAILY STAR
Feni Jubo League leader killed, 100 hurt in pre-polls clashes
September 25, 2001
DAILY STAR
Jubo Dal activist shot dead at Barisal
September 29, 2001
DAILY STAR
12 AL, BCL men killed in post-polls violence
October 8, 2001
DAILY STAR
Intra –party feud: Two Shibir cadres shot dead in Ctg
October 8, 2001
DAILY STAR
Sylhet JCD activist killed in internal feud
October 11, 2001
DAILY STAR
Jubo League leader slain
October 12, 2001
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11-party leader Iqbal Majumdar murdered
August 4, 2001
DAILY STAR
BCP leader shot dead in Jhenidah
August 7, 2001
DAILY STAR
AL leader shot dead in N’ganj
August 18, 2001
DAILY STAR
Fakirhat Krishak Dal convenor short dead
August 19, 2001
DAILY STAR
2 activists of AL, BCL killed in Jessore, Khulna
August 21, 2001
DAILY STAR
AL activist murdered in Naogan
August 17, 2001
DAILY STAR
AL activist chopped to death in Khulna
August 22, 2001
DAILY STAR
Three political murders: DCC ward commissioner and BNP leader in Dhaka: AL leader in Fatikchari: Jubo League leader in Khulna
August 26, 2001
DAILY STAR
JCD leader stabbed to death in Barisal
August 28, 2001
DAILY STAR
3 AL activist killed in pre-polls violence in Pabna, Chandpur
September 2, 2001
DAILY STAR
2 BNP activists killed in Kushtia, Feni
September 3, 2001
OBSERVER
BNP activist shot dead in Tangail
September 5, 2001
OBSERVER
Two AL activists murdered in Feni, Meherpur
September 7, 2001
DAILY STAR
BNP activist stabbed to death in Sandwip
September 8, 2001
DAILY STAR
Political violence kills 7 in 5 dists
September 11, 2001
DAILY STAR
Political violence in 5 dists claims 6
September 12, 2001
DAILY STAR
2 Bhola Awami League activists murdered
September 24, 2001
DAILY STAR
AL activists shot dead in Jhenidah
September 24, 2001
DAILY STAR