People's Democracy(Weekly Organ of the Communist Party of India (Marxist) |
Vol. XXXIV
No.
18 May 02, 2010 |
THAT Goaltore in Midnapore West
district has been the
scene of grisly murders of leaders and cadres of the CPI(M), and of
innocent
rural folk, who would not act as the agents of the left sectarians and
their
right reactionary links, saw several long marches starting from April
21. The marches were held at the aegis of
the
CPI(M)�s local units.
We note that for the past weeks,
PCAPA, a front of the
�Maoist� killer brigade, has called for a bandh in protest against the
so-called �State terror.� Even a month
back, joint forces ops, or no joint forces ops, any call for such a
bandh by
the killers would have witnessed the rural poor tremble in their bare
feet, and
down shutters for days and months together. So much was the terror that
the
villagers would not even be allowed to draw water from the wells, nor
to go to
their cabbage-brinjal-potato-rice patches to collect the basic
necessities of
life.
The scenario no longer applies,
much to the chagrin of
the closet �Maoists� and their Trinamuli agent
provocateurs. The large turnout of the people under the vanguard
leadership
of the CPI(M) has also disappointed the Patrika
group, which had the temerity to chortle in recent issue when a CPI(M)
cadre
was killed, and noted how the �Maoists� were �never in retreat� but
were
waiting for an opportunity to strike back.
We may merely assure them that one grisly targeted murder of a
CPI(M)
worker would not prevent the people from being organised against gangs
of
criminals and hired assassins called the �Maoists.�
The Goaltore marches were ample
proof of the
steel-willed desire of the masses to restore democracy in the jangal mahal. At Goaltore
the marchers included the rural
poor, the fishing folk, the bargadars, the small-plot-owners,
the khet mazdoors, the small shop owners,
the roadside stall-owners�and the women, thousands of them,
many carrying their young on their backs, or across their waist,
and every one of them carried a Red flag with the hammer-and-sickle
sun-lit
bright in emblazon against a hazy blue sky as temperatures soared
beyond 480
C. Nobody minded the heat as the
procession we walked in with the midday sun pouring down heat,
traversed close
to 15 km of so-called �Maoist� �terrain,� if we are to believe
(difficult) the Patrika reporters.
This is the Goaltore where
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