Pakistan a Slave State Vol IV, by Roedad Khan
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Pakistan A Slave State ROEDAD KHAN Volume - 4 Reproduced by Sani H. Panhwar ABOUT THE AUTHOR Roedad Khan was born on September 28, 1923 into a Yusufzai Pakhtun family in district Mardan, in the North West Frontier Province in the village of Hoti on the bank of the Kalpani. His grand father, Karim Dad Khan, as the village Malik, was authorized to collect land revenue from the landowners and deposit it in the treasury. His father, Rahim Dad Khan, was the first member of the family to be sent to an English medium school. He was also the first member of the family to join the Provincial civil service. In 1939, Roedad Khan graduated from local high school and went to attend Forman Christian College and gained B.A. in English Literature in 1942. Respecting his father’s wishes, Khan attended the Aligarh Muslim University and gained M.A. in English History in 1946. Upon his return to Mardan, Khan taught English history at Islamia College, Peshawar and opted Pakistan’s citizenship in 1947. In 1949, Khan joined Central Superior Services of Pakistan and has held several important appointments including those of Chief Secretary Sindh; Secretary Ministry of Interior; Secretary General, Ministry of Interior; Federal Minister in charge of Accountability; and Advisor to the Prime Minister on Accountability. During his long career, Khan served with five Presidents of Pakistan and three Prime ministers of Pakistan. However, his career was at peak when he served with Chief Martial Law Administrator of Pakistan General Muhammad Zia-ul-Haq, responsible for country’s internal security while an intelligence efforts were built up to sabotage Soviet military intervention in Afghanistan Soviet Republic. Khan, a part of General’s Zia policy to enhance the secret establishment, Khan served as its elite member. According to Khan: “During my service I got to know two Prime Ministers Benazir and Nawaz Sharif and six Presidents - Ayub Khan, Yahya Khan, Z. A. Bhutto, Zia ul Haq, Ghulam Ishaq Khan and Farooq Leghari in varying measure. They all displayed vast differences in personality, character and style. Each one of them has directly or indirectly contributed to our generation’s anguish and sense of betrayal, our loss of confidence in our rulers, in our country, in our future, in our selves and the souring of the dream of Pakistan. Every now and then, I put pen to paper and unburden myself of the things that weigh upon my spirit: The sense of being in a blind alley, the perception of our collective guilt, and the knowledge of all that has been irrevocably lost.” Khan has written three book and hundreds of articles, his first book “Pakistan - A Dream Gone Sour” (263 pages) was published in 1997 by Oxford University press, his second book “The American Papers, Secret and Confidential India, Pakistan, Bangladesh, 1965-1973.” This 997 page volume contains massive compilation of secret and confidential documents recently declassified. And his third book is “The British Papers, Secret and Confidential; India, Pakistan, Bangladesh Documents 1958-1969.” We are reproducing some of his articles in four volumes, these articles show the in-depth knowledge and understating of the issues Pakistan has today and Khan have suggested the solutions for most of the problems nation is facing. I hope you will enjoy reading the articles. Sani Panhwar California 2013 CONTENTS Save the Margallah Hills National Park .. .. .. .. 1 The Illusion of Power .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 4 Search for Legitimacy .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 8 Making the Rulers Accountable .. .. .. .. .. .. 11 Judging the State .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 16 A Thousand Years Ago .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 21 Pak – American Affairs A’ Amour .. .. .. .. .. 26 I Love Alex .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 30 At the Master’s Feet .. .. .. .. .. .. 32 A Hundred Years Ago .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 37 Unprepared Prose .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 39 What is to be done? .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 41 What’s up, Doc? .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 44 Walking with Taleban .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 47 Among The Slum Dwellers .. .. .. .. .. .. 51 Freedom versus Security .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 54 For us the hour has struck .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 57 The Agrarian Question .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 61 Great Expectations .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 65 Seize the Moment .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 69 The Storm Isn’t Over .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 72 It Is Not the Economy, stupid! .. .. .. .. .. .. 75 A Year After .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 77 Case of Failed Leadership .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 82 View From Margallah .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 86 Supreme Court Reborn? .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 88 Cohabitation is the only Answer .. .. .. .. .. 91 On To The Summit .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 94 Failure of Pakistan’s Leadership Class .. .. .. .. .. 99 Democracy In America .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 102 Keeping the Government Clean .. .. .. .. .. .. 107 The Road to Foreign Intervention in Afghanistan .. .. .. 111 The role of military - bureaucratic Oligarchy .. .. .. .. 117 A New Beginning ?.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 125 The Summit That Never Was .. .. .. .. .. .. 130 Where – If Not at the Summit? .. .. .. .. .. .. 134 Case of Failed Leadership .. .. .. .. .. .. 138 Moment of Truth .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 142 Visit to St. Quentin State Prison, U.S.A. .. .. .. .. 145 General Musharraf’s Greatest challenge .. .. .. .. 148 Sanctity of Oath Under 1973 Constitution .. .. .. .. 150 Rule of Law or Rule of Man .. .. .. .. .. .. 153 Restore Nation’s Core Values .. .. .. .. .. .. 158 Walking Along the Constitution Avenue .. .. .. 161 The Tragedy of Ambassador Zaeef .. .. .. .. .. 164 A Response .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 167 A Response; Muslims and the West What went wrong? .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 172 The Myth of Independence .. .. .. .. .. 177 Our Afghan Policy .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 181 Bhutto denied access to BadaBer US Base in Pakistan .. .. 186 Cry, the Beloved Afghanistan! .. .. .. .. .. .. 188 In Defence of Machiavelli .. .. .. .. .. .. 193 Conversation with Mr. Jinnah .. .. .. .. .. .. 197 Alone in the Ring .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 200 Conversation with Morarji Desai .. .. .. .. .. 204 Written in Despair .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 208 Witness to History .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 212 Not the Straight Path .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 216 Does Constitution Matter? .. .. .. .. .. 221 Ceremonial Tree Planting .. .. .. .. .. .. 225 Threat to the Islamic World .. .. .. .. .. .. 228 The End of Parliamentary Democracy? .. .. .. .. .. 232 Another False Dawn .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 236 Back to the Future .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 239 Next Stop Baghdad .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 245 America - A Dream Gone Sour .. .. .. .. .. .. 248 America really does not care about Democracy .. .. .. 252 In Search of a Constitution? .. .. .. .. .. .. 256 The Myth of Judicial Independence .. .. .. .. .. 260 There can’t be Two Suns in the Sky .. .. .. .. .. 265 The March of Folly .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 269 “Let Him Come With Me into Macedonia” .. .. .. .. 273 Save Margalla Hill National Park .. .. .. .. .. 277 Stray Thoughts .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 280 Our Moment of Truth .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 282 Back to 1919 .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 285 “No General Dare Impose Military Rule in India” .. .. .. 289 Silence of the Lambs .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 294 Jinnah’s Concept of Good Governance .. .. .. .. 297 Looking for a Pony .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 301 Turkey’s Fateful Choice .. .. .. .. .. .. .. 305 Save the Margallah Hills National Park Fifteen years age I experienced a strange feeling of liberation when I retired from the Civil Service of Pakistan. In search of Nirvana, my early morning walks in the Margallah Hills, which always brought me in close communion with nature and created a feeling of exhilaration, inner peace, and tranquility, became longer and a lot more enjoyable. My attitude is quite simple. In the evening of my life, I just keep walking, knowing that some where in the dark there is a cliff. And I don’t want to see it before I fall off. At seventy-six, I live a self-designed, semi- retired life which means that I keep busy only at tasks that have meaning for me, only at pursuits I enjoy. Walking and trekking is one of these pursuits. Somehow, no flat terrain, however, beautiful it may be, ever appeared so to me. I love torrents, rocks, firs, dark woods, mountains, rough tracks to climb up and down, precipices by my side. At the crack of dawn, seven days a week, with Wordsworthian enthusiasm, when my health permits and most of Islamabad is fast asleep, I wander about the Margallah Hills enjoying nature’s richness and its luxurious fecundity. Fatigue, frustration and disillusionment all drop away. In solitude among nature’s works and away from the selfishness of man, I seek in the Margallah communion with nature and a place to lose myself. The scented and invigorating air and the sight of distant snows act like an elixir. The Margallah Hills, which form the backdrop of Islamabad, comprise largely subtropical, dry, semi-ever green forest and pine trees. No less then seventeen hundred species of flowering plants and fifty-three ferns occur in a diversity of habitats. In the spring, the Margallah’s are carpeted with flowers such as tulips, dandelions, buttercups, poppies, and many annual and perennial plants. Once within their embrace, the Margallahs are designed by nature to dispel from the mind all thoughts and memories likely to sadden or oppress. To be in Margallah is not to be in Islamabad but to be suspended magically beside it, freed from the city’s tensions and protected from the bureaucracy. The Margallah is where people go to seek asylum from the mandarins. Unfortunately, although the entire area was declared a