By Iason
Athanasiadis, Nieman Watchdog,
Harvard University
Nieman fellow Iason
Athanasiadis examines the Bhutto dynasty amid the chaos and foreboding of life
in Pakistan, with a focus on Fatima Bhutto, a niece of Benazir Bhutto. What role
might she play in her country's future?

Fatima
Bhutto is directed by well-wishers through Liyari, one of the worst
slums in Karachi where general squalor and water and electricity
outages are a daily feature of life. (Photo by Iason
Athanasiadis) |
If Bilawal Bhutto, the hurriedly appointed new
head of the
Pakistan People's Party, is to grow skilled at steering through the shoals
of Pakistani politics, he will have to learn to choose the locations for his
keynote speeches more shrewdly. At his inaugural address to the international
press in London in January, 19-year-old Bilawal, a student at his mother's alma
mater, Oxford University, kept his eyes demurely lowered against the barrage of
photographers' flashes as he sustained a full-frontal assault from the notorious
British press pack. The Pakistani and American media's deferential or congenial
softballs did not cut it in London, where Bilawal's startling rise from
schoolboy to party chairman was relentlessly questioned. His replies were
clipped and rehearsed, delivered with an international accent, picked up growing
in the Persian Gulf, heavily laced with British intonations. So far, so Benazir.
Only in Pakistan can a progressive party
espousing workers' rights, universal suffrage and education be led by a proudly
feudal family dynasty whose political crown has been passed from father to
daughter. American dynasties such as the Kennedys or the Bushes at least make a
show of modesty about their popping up recurrently in positions of power. But in
Pakistan, where Bilawal Zardari became Bilawal Bhutto overnight in order to
assume leadership of the Pakistan People's Party, blood-lines count.
The Bhutto clan, or tribe, which numbers 700,000
members, erupted in discord in the aftermath of Benazir's assassination. While
they fashioned a show of unity for the funeral, the recriminations began when
Asif Zardari, the widower, moved to cement his control of the PPP by anointing
son Bilawal as
its chief. Then, family patriarch Mumtaz Bhutto waded into the fray from his
perch in Sindh, the Bhutto heartland, denouncing Zardari as a corrupt
opportunist and casting doubt on the authenticity of Benazir's will. Even
non-Pakistanis became involved, when Jemima Khan, the British former wife of
Pakistani politician Imran Khan, proposed
Fatima Bhutto for
leadership of the PPP, opining in an article in the Daily Telegraph that she is
"arguably more qualified than her teenage Facebooking cousin". Meanwhile, gossip
spread that 25-year old Fatima Bhutto, Benazir's niece and a well-regarded poet
and commentator, would be married off to 19-year-old Bilawal, in a marriage of
convenience that offered him the legitimacy of the Bhutto brand and her a slice
of PPP power.
There was only one catch. Fatima was not
interested. Throughout all the drama she remained quiet, refusing to become
involved with a part of the family that she has publicly disparaged for its
corrupt practices. Even before Benazir's death launched Fatima into the
spotlight, her family name and the socially impolite issues she tackles in her
column keep her busy. Her writing focuses on the grave social issues besetting
Pakistan, a chaotic nation of 170 million people with literacy levels barely
scraping past 30 percent and the kind of daily disruptions that are reminiscent
of a nation on the threshold of pre-revolutionary chaos, rather than a stable,
nuclear-armed South Asian power. Strikes are called, assassinations occur and
riots and targeted car-bombs explode without warning. All of this on a regular
basis that unfailingly derails the political agenda and goes largely unreported
in the western media. Fatima's
weekly columns
in The News, Pakistan's most-read English-language newspaper, focus on the daily
examples of top-down injustice that her fellow citizens suffer.
'Bhuttos die young'
Not shy of making political pronouncements, she
is a constant thorn in President Pervez Musharraf's side. Noting that "we are
both blessed and cursed with painfully trite and transparent leaders" she
continues "God forbid Pakistan's politicians were born with slightly higher IQs,
imagine the political confusion they could cause then". Writing a polemic
against Musharraf in 2007, she frontally attacked him while he was head of the
military, a post he has relinquished. This is perhaps reckless behavior when
living in a military dictatorship as a member of a family beset by so many
political assassinations. But Fatima is nothing if not brave. In the PPP Shaheed
Bhutto (the splinter-party that broke away from the main PPP) office in Karachi,
a newspaper cover hangs bearing the legend "Bhuttos Die Young". It is a reminder
of her father's legacy, as is having to move around Karachi and on frequent
journeys around Pakistan accompanied by loyal party stalwarts and a bullet-proof
car.
On the frequent occasions that she is asked
whether she will go into politics, she states that "I don't believe that my
surname or my background immediately qualifies me for politics, that it's a
birthright, unlike some people, ahem". Refreshingly outspoken, she adds, "People
say, 'You could have such an impact in politics!' Yes, but it could be a bad
impact. Look at Hitler, he had an impact in politics and I can say we can all
agree that he should have stayed a painter. If I can make a positive impact,
then we'll see. Until then, I quite enjoy my current job."
It was in that capacity that I met Fatima while
living in Tehran, when she visited on a reporting trip for The News. We sat in a
taxi stuck in Tehran's interminable traffic on a freezing, lead-weighted
evening. There was something of her aunt in Fatima as she adjusted her headscarf
and fixed me with her sparkling latte eyes. Our destination was the cheerful,
brightly-lit interior of the Armenian Club in central Tehran and Fatima could
not stop commenting on the culture shock she felt upon seeing how different
Tehran was to the place the news media and her friends in Karachi imagined it to
be.
In a country where all women, whether Muslim or
not, must wear a headscarf by law, Fatima wore hers with an aplomb picked up
through ample practice in the Islamic Republic of Pakistan, where she now lives.
Wearing the veil is not obligatory but, despite her westernized upbringing,
Fatima sensitively covers herself when visiting rural districts outside the
liberal bastions of Karachi, Lahore and Islamabad.
Fatima was giving me a much-redacted but riveting
introduction to her family's turbulent history. It was one of the few cases when
the telling of a family saga also mirrors the history of a nation state. In
fact, as Indian landowners who benefited from English largesse and were given
land in what later became Pakistan, the history of the Bhuttos predates that of
Pakistan's. At just sixty years old, Pakistan's intricate and feudal politics
makes the theocratic Islamic Republic of Iran's convoluted and opaque electoral
laws appear paragons of democratic openness by comparison. Fatima's father was
assassinated outside the family home in 1996 after leading a life that was
colorful even by the standards of the Bhutto clan. After the hijacking of a
Pakistani International Airlines airplane in 1981 that was blamed on him and his
brother Shahnawaz (they were not involved in the action), the two men married
two Afghan sisters and settled in Damascus and Cannes, respectively. Fatima was
born in Kabul and grew up in Syria, hence her fluent Levantine Arabic. Murtaza's
marriage with his Afghan bride did not last and a second wedding followed, this
one to a Lebanese beauty called
Ghinwa Itaoui who
Benazir disparagingly referred to as "a bellydancer".
Not western-leaning
Itaoui moved to Pakistan to be with Murtaza and,
after his assassination, took the helm of the Pakistan Peoples' Party splinter
faction that her husband created. She brought up Fatima, her younger brother
Zulfikar and Mir Ali, a young orphan she adopted from an orphanage in Liyari,
one of Karachi's most poverty-stricken ghettoes. In the summer of 2006, Fatima
was in Lebanon as Israeli jets pounded the country's infrastructure. Having
grown up in the region, she understands the Middle East better than most
Pakistani political insiders. And despite her American education (Barnard), her
politics are hardly Western-leaning. In a 2007 op-ed in The News criticizing the
$20 billion arms deal between the U.S. and key Gulf Arab allies, Fatima called
the agreement "the most dangerous and indeed the most maniacal – as well as the
most foolish, most frightening, and most short-sighted idea yet".
A few months later, I visited Fatima in Pakistan
on a photography trip that took me from the megalopolis of 17 million people
that is Karachi to the cultural center of Lahore and through the bureaucratic
grids of Islamabad to dusty Peshawar on the Afghan border. The country was
already mired in its second month of constitutional crisis. The removal of Chief
Justice
Iftikhar Chaudhry from his position by Musharraf sparked street-protests. On
12 May, Karachi was transformed into a battleground as armed militias threw up
flaming roadblocks and darted from cover to let off lethal strings of
machine-gun fire. Reckless cameramen covering the chaos for Pakistan's private
TV channels zoomed in on bloodied victims staggering in the oppressive tropical
heat of the Karachi afternoon, bleeding.
Karachi upon first impression was like one of
those Third World dysfunctional states featured in stereotyping Hollywood films,
where bombs are always exploding, government anti-terrorist squads turn
neighborhoods into war-zones with wild gun-fights, and terrorists run riot
against a cartoonish backdrop of minarets and poverty. In fact, Karachi is the
nightmare urban conurbation scenario on which the Pentagon currently war-games.
Fatima remained unperturbed in the midst of the
chaos. She would start the day with a litany of the previous day's news, culled
from the newspapers she devours daily. One time, power stations had been razed
to the ground by angry mobs protesting the lack of electricity. The next day,
two dozen shops selling music and videos were blown up in the conservative
northern city of Charsadda where neo-Taliban groups were demanding the
imposition of shariah law.
"I'm not worrying about this until it starts
happening in Karachi," Fatima would tell me matter-of-factly, looking at me over
her reading-glasses. "Then I know that we're really in peril."
Envelopes with bullets
Two weeks later, members of the Christian
community of Charsadda, a city in the north, woke up to find envelopes with
bullets enclosed in them and warnings to consider seriously converting to Islam.
In Peshawar, the religious authorities instructed girls not to go to school
uncovered and, in some cases, conservative families withdrew their daughters
from the educational system.
On some days, the bad news was so much I could do
nothing but burst out in incredulous laughter. There would have been a targeted
attempt on a high-ranking government minister, the temporary closing-down of
private TV channels, a government operation against rebels in Balochestan and
all this to the background of ongoing low-level disorder simmering throughout
the country. At night, bandits took over empty roads outside the main cities.
The only recent historical parallel I could find was the lead-up to the Islamic
Revolution in Iran, after the Shah fled the country in his private airplane.
"A civil war in slow motion has started already
between the mullahs and secular society" a Lahore-based journalist who refused
to be named for fear of jeopardizing his position told me. "But Musharraf has a
double standard: he's killing Baloch nationalists in the name of security even
while patronizing mullahs inside the capital. Mullahs are Musharraf's Trojan
Horses because Pakistan's main political leaders have been out of the country
for nearly a decade. The mullahs and Musharraf are all we have left."
Few predictions can be made about whether
Benazir's return to Pakistan and her tragic death will be enough to kick-start
the democratic process the country so sorely needs. So far, Fatima and her
brother Zulfikar (named after his Prime Minister grandfather who was executed by
another Pakistani military ruler, Zia ul-Haqq) have kept a low profile and out
of the political limelight without shunning it. Despite being just 17 years old,
the well-read and always curious Zulfikar has natural political charisma that
electrifies crowds wherever he goes. His Urdu is native, unlike his cousin
Bilawal's who has hardly lived in Pakistan. A committed environmentalist and
strong believer in religious tolerance between all the different religious
communities that Pakistan is composed of, Zulfikar and Fatima represent the
least feudal face of South Asia's most famous family dynasty.
Fatima's column has formed a political education
for her. Her Western education may have instilled in her the kind of comfort in
inhabiting Washington and London's political salons that other regional leaders,
such as Mahmoud Ahmadinejad in Iran lack. But Fatima will need more of
Ahmadinejad's populism and less of her aunt's gloss if she is to succeed as a
politician in a country with over twice Iran's population, far greater poverty
and none of its neighbor's petroleum resources.
Ultimately, the Bhutto succession goings-on are a
diverting soap-opera away from the real issues of the day: the events unfolding
in Pakistan's Northwest Front Province and the tribal areas. As U.S. foreign
affairs analyst Steve Schippert, co-founder of the Center for Threat Awareness
and managing editor of ThreatsWatch.org
said "we may be approaching a time when the U.S. needs to determine if it is
going to continue to support Musharraf wholly and stay largely out of Pakistan
or confront the danger full-on and unleash a full assault on the tribal regions…
that will require American boots on the ground and assets in the air".
Or as respected Pakistani columnist Mohammad
Shehzad wrote, "it really does not matter who heads the PPP – Bilawal, Zardari
or any X, Y, Z. Pakistan would continue to be run by three As – Allah, Army and
America."
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Iason Athanasiadis is a 2008 Nieman Fellow at Harvard University. He
has covered the greater Middle East for the past ten years, with stints
living in Syria, Egypt, Iran and Qatar. Iason speaks Arabic and Persian
fluently and chooses to live in the countries he reports on to achieve
deeper sensitivity of the issues and emotions at play. He has covered
events in Iran, Iraq, Lebanon, Afghanistan, Pakistan and other countries
in the region. |
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