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I experienced a familiar sense of helplessness yesterday (Tuesday) morning.
Around 6 am, our house was raided by more than 10 people from the Pune Police, along with constables from our local MIDC police station. They had come to search our house and arrest my father. Our mobiles were taken away, and the landline was kept off the hook; our personal CPU was opened, books were taken down one by one, CDs were examined, and pen drives were scanned for suspicious material.
These are books you could very easily have found in a library or online. My personal copy of the Bolshevik Revolution Volume 1 by E H Carr was also packed away as evidence. They were in our house for almost seven hours till around 1:45 pm, with some police constables manning our building gate as well. We were not allowed to step out of the house all this while.
The helplessness worsened when I saw the casual conversations my parents were having with the police constables, about what they had studied and where they lived.
Tea was had, and conversations were shared but that feeling of helplessness kept clawing at me from the inside. There was nothing my parents or me could do against the might of the all-powerful State and its machinery. So we coped with it through small talk and smiles. We cooperated and let them do their jobs.
The feeling was familiar because this had happened more than 10 years ago in August 2007 when my father was arrested on numerous false charges, brought home at 12 in the night, and our house was raided from 12 midnight to way past 6 in the morning.
I was 12 years old back then, and was witnessing the scene more from the eyes of my mother, who couldn’t do anything even though she was a lawyer. At that time, she was asked to cooperate, or she could get arrested as well. Back then also there was small talk to cope with the helplessness. The police officers were very impressed by how much I studied and complained about their own children who had no such inclination.
In August 2007 also, we cooperated and let the State do its job. After spending five and a half years in jail, my father was acquitted in all cases.
Fast forward to August 2018, and we realised once again that August is not a good month for us – the feeling has returned. Back then it was the midnight knock, now it was the morning bell. And believe me it is not a good feeling to be persecuted by the very State whose duty it is to protect and safeguard your rights.
Even to that, my father’s response was “Don’t worry! At least I’ll be able to keep the others company inside!” Along with helplessness, I learnt a lot about hospitality and optimism yesterday.
Among the many things that I admire greatly about my father is his commitment to his beliefs and ideals. To stand up for what his right and help those whose rights are denied. He has always done that and will continue to do so. This did not deter him the last time and will not do it now as well. He has an unbreakable spirit and will always stay true to what he believes in.
Defend the right to dissent. It is a fundamental right of all citizens of a democratic State.
(The author, Sagar Abraham-Gonsalves, is the son of activist Vernon Gonsalves who was arrested on Tuesday, 28 August on grounds of being linked to the Bhima-Koregaon violence. This is the author’s personal account of the raid conducted by Pune police at their residence on Tuesday.)
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Published: 29 Aug 2018,04:54 PM IST