In the Killing Field that Bangladesh has become, brutal assassination of Faisal Arefin Dipan, and attempted murder of Ahmed Rashid Tutil, Ronom Dipam Basu and Tareq Rahim, as heart-breaking and depressing as it is, it is not surprising; and less so is the reaction of Dipan’s father, who has, as reported by the media, refused […]
The panel was organized on the 2nd International Day to End Impunity for Crimes against Journalists, and just 2 days after the attacks on Avijit’s publishers Faisal Arefin Dipon and Ahmedur Rashid Tutul, the attack that killed Dipon. http://www.unesco.org/new/en/EndImpunity
via Daily Star online
Like the father of publisher Faisal Arefin Dipan, slain blogger Avijit Roy’s wife Rafida Ahmed Banya does not seek justice for the murders of the bloggers and publishers.
“I surely know that the wives of Tutul and Dipan, sister of Ananta, and friends of Rajib, Babu and Niloy do not want justice […]
My younger sister called the other night to tell me that journalist Peter Custers, familiar in Bangladesh, died of a heart attack. I had no contact with him for over 43 years, but occasionally bits of information came through the proverbial grape-vine that he is still involved in Bangladesh’s (and other places’?) radical politics. I […]
“Who attacked the teachers – Chhatra League boys? Not really, they are students, our students. What do they understand at this tender age? They understand whatever you teach them.” so says Professor Zafar Iqbal. “What’s their fault? I really feel sad for them. This is a kind of injustice. Punishment should be given to those […]
From “The Stream” website.
Attackers hacked to death a fourth secular blogger in Bangladesh. For the country’s blogging community, this year’s murders are seen as assaults on free thought and the freedom to criticise religious extremism. Rights advocates say the government’s indifference to the bloggers’ safety is rooted in Bangladesh’s long struggle with being a Muslim-majority […]
Appeared in Free Inquiry, vol 35 issue 5
Every day I try to grow more alive. The wounds on my body stare at me; I don’t want to think of the wounds in my life yet. The life I had built bit by bit for many years, I left that on the sidewalk of the Dhaka […]
