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When evil wins

6/25/2020

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Ever since I saw, possibly at the age of seven, a historical play, Chandragupta, enacted hammily in the school theater, I have been mesmerized by the stage. Unlike most people, I love to read plays and, of course, I enjoy seeing them on the stage. I was marginally involved with movies, but with plays I have had a closer link. Besides being a steady spectator, both in India and the US, I have been occasionally a drama critic and, in the distant past, both a stage manager and an actor. Because I was friends with them, the actors in the Bengali and Hindi plays strong-armed me sometimes into taking roles and I have no doubt that the choice had more to do with camaraderie than competence.
 
More interesting though is how I came to act in a French play. Professor Satyen Bose, besides being a great physicist, was also an acutely observant man, and it had not escaped his attention that I was regularly abstracting French novels from his library. They were invariably English translations. He accosted me, “If you like French literature so much, why don’t you learn French?” That planted an ambition in my head, and I joined the Alliance Francaise in Kolkata.
 
It was next door to my office, and I spent hours there beyond my lessons. I quickly found the institution, like some other teaching organizations, somewhat insensitive to students’ interests. I made several suggestions and representations, including to the director, to no avail. The members of the governing board were never seen, let alone found talking to the students – except when they came for parties. I took a radical decision. I stood as a candidate for the Alliance governing body in the next election. A well-known French scholar and his Gallic wife (whom I had marginally assisted in subtitling a Satyajit Ray movie) endorsed me officially.
 
All hell broke loose. Lady Ranu Mukherjee, who chaired the board, sent word that students are better suited to classes than the governing board. Pahari Sanyal, the popular actor, and Ila Dutt, sister of my admired poet Sudhindranath Datta, both close friends of the chairperson and board members, invited me for lunch and dissuaded me from my foolhardy venture, saying I had no chance of winning the requisite votes. They guessed wrong.
 
In the election two weeks later, I won the largest number of votes, outrunning all the others by quite a margin. I had simply taken a list of Alliance members and called and talked to practically all of them – which no board member had ever done. Lady Ranu Mukherjee changed her mind, called me the ‘youngest and bravest’ member and ordered champagne bottles to be opened.      
 
That began my long innings at the Alliance Francaise and, when the invitation came to act in a French play about to be staged, I could hardly refuse. The play was Eugene Ionesco’s Rhinoceros, in which a small town in France finds its people, one by one, unaccountably turning into rhinos. Some doubt and dither, but they all eventually succumb to the change and become rhinos, until it is a complete tide of transformation – with the sole exception of a drunken, disorderly man who holds on tenuously to his humanity.
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​The play has the semblance of a comical affair, but it is really a powerful parable of human frailty that, looking back, I feel has profound lessons today for many countries, such as USA and India, Brazil and Turkey, Hungary and Philippines. It raises the troubling question: why do good people go along so often with an evil dispensation and choose bestiality over humanity? When inhumanity triumphs, we should probably turn to Ionesco for a clue.
 
Some go along with evil, because like Madame Boeuf they love the perpetrators. She literally rides a rhino. Some like the upright Jean argue vocally against evil, but, when the time comes, find themselves helplessly drawn to it. Some like the housewife complain about the depredations of evil, like the trampling of a pet cat, but then find it advantageous to keep quiet. Bureaucrats like tough Papillon and sensitive Dudar soon realize which side of their bread is buttered and join the big beasts. Some like the firemen, earnest workers all, begin to see the convenience of change and become a crash of rhinos. Even the sweet Daisy repudiates her heart, on the paradoxical premise that her lover does not understand love, for he does not follow the trend and choose to be a rhino. Finally, the entire town folk becomes a huge herd of rhinos, big, strong animals, shedding every vestige of their humanity. The sway of evil is absolute. Only one person, Berenger, a weak man addicted to drinks, from whom we expect the least, decides to be a firm holdout and never become a rhino.
 
In the play I had the innocent-looking but crypto-destructive role of Logician, a man who uses his specious syllogisms to justify whatever conclusions he finds it convenient to advance at any moment, however perverse his reasons are. I am sure we all know some clever, cultivated people Ionesco would happily identify with that character.  
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Aniruddha Sarkar
6/27/2022 09:08:50

I read this story from the 27th June 2022 The Statesman Kolkata edition. Excellent Manish. Only one question I have: how come a huge population align with something they are not fully convinced but still support? How can these large section of population be mobilized into thinking in a particular way? I feel, there are some larger threat perceptions which they feel they have to combat. Whether that threat is a real one or a distant fantacy, nobody is sure of. I personally feel, everybody can not be a rhino except the old man. Only convenience, self serving mentality , go with the crowd attitude, etc., can not sway the majority. Is there something that this story does not look into? Is the play still relivant in modern times, post 9/11?

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