The catholicity of Hinduism and the compassion of Islam: if such sentiments
survived, they made no difference. Villages after villages had been
annihilated, the Muslim habitations destroying and burning the Hindu-Sikh ones,
and Hindus and Sikhs in turn retaliating or taking the initiative in wiping out
the Muslims.
Riots, in fact, had erupted in Punjab in March 1947 itself. Rawalpindi and
Jhelum were the most affected, where many Hindu and Sikh women jumped into
wells to save themselves from rape and kidnapping. Lahore became a battleground
between Hindus and Sikhs on the one side joining hands, and Muslims on the
other. This was the city where Master Tara Singh, the Sikh leader, had
unsheathed a sword in front of the state assembly building and raised the
slogan of Khalistan.
The men in khaki the army, the police, and other services were meant to bring
the riots under control but they too were infected by the communal virus. To
expect them to be impartial and punish the guilty from their own community was
to hope for the impossible. They had lost all sense of right and wrong. These
custodians of the people knew they would go scot-free in their own country
after the transfer. I think it was a blunder to give the choice to civil
servants, the police, and the armed forces to opt for India if they were
non-Muslims and Pakistan if they were Muslims. A mixed administration would
have behaved differently and infused the minorities with confidence.
Jinnah
would not believe the reports that thousands of people were migrating from both
sides of the border. Both the Congress and the Muslim League had rejected the
proposal for an exchange of population and had insisted on Muslims and
non-Muslims staying back in their homes. Jinnah remained sullen for a few days
and then accused India of seeking to undermine Pakistan. Even so, he was deeply
concerned not only about the migration of people but also recurrent news that
several lakhs of people had been butchered on either side of the border.
One day when Jinnah was in Lahore, Iftikhar-ud-din, Pakistan’s rehabilitation
minister, and Mazhar Ali Khan, editor of Pakistan Times, flew him in a Dakota
over divided Punjab. When he saw streams of people pouring into Pakistan or
fleeing it, he struck his hand on the forehead and said despairingly: What have
I done? Both Iftikhar and Mazhar vowed not to repeat the remark. Mazhar took
his wife Tahira into confidence and told her what Jinnah had said, and she
communicated Jinnah’s comment to me long after her husband’s death.
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