When the collaborators and killers of 1971, also known as today’s Jamaat-e-Islami, sponsor a national freedom fighters’ organization, you have to wonder how things went so wrong for us.

When the torturers, rapists and murderers of 1971 and their modern-day descendants have the nerve-shattering gall - in the summer of 2008, 37 years after we supposedly became independent - to kick and beat up a freedom fighter, in broad daylight in the heart of our sovereign capital, then you have to wonder if we were ever worthy of this independence and if we will be able to hang on to it in the long run.

When a former Chief Justice of Bangladesh goes to a Jamaat-sponsored “freedom fighters’ event”, gives it his blessing and describes his boundless pride and joy, you have to conclude that at no point since 1971 have the murderers and traitors been so strong, so all-pervasive in the bones and sinews of the System as they are today.

Yesterday was a day that will live in infamy. 24 hours later, the shockwaves are still reverberating through the media and the blogosphere. Whether the central nervous system of the chatterati, the sushils, the bien pensants and the sellouts are still capable of responding to any stimuli is open to question. To any other sentient being, this will cause nothing but anger and shame and impotent rage. Watch what happened to the elderly Mohammad Ali, who fought arm in arm with Col. Taher to liberate this country that we so mistakenly presume to call our own:

After he was released from his forcible detention by Jamaat-Shibir activists, he went to the Daily Shamokal offices and said he will keep speaking out against the vermin, even if he should lose his life in the process. His interview is here.

Faruk Wasif in Sachalayatan exposes the class dimensions of this particular losing battle, and shows how it is the desperate subaltern who remains fearless when all else seems lost, when all the rest are so shamefully compromised.

Update: For those who appear to have forgotten what this was all about in the first place, a couple of hours spent in these archives will give you a harrowing refresher.