Media Reform Commission heading towards failure
There is a strange connection between Bangladesh’s media reform process and governments lacking democracy. Before the establishment of government through universal suffrage in undivided Pakistan
Rahat Minhaz
Assistant Professor
রাহাত মিনহাজ: শিক্ষক, গবেষক, কলাম লেখক। শিক্ষকতার করছেন জগন্নাথ বিশ্ববিদ্যালয়ের গণযোগাযোগ ও সাংবাদিকতা বিভাগে। বর্তমানে সহকারী অধ্যাপক পদে কর্মরত। খণ্ডকালীন উপস্থাপক হিসেবে কাজ করছেন চ্যানেল টুয়েন্টি ফোরে। সাংবাদিক হিসেবে কাজ করেছেন চ্যানেল ওয়ান, এটিএন বাংলা, যমুনা টিভি ও চ্যানেল টুয়েন্টি ফোরে। ২০১৩ সালে পেয়েছেন মুক্তিযুদ্ধ যাদুঘরের বজলুর রহমান স্মৃতি পদক, আরও পেয়েছেন আবুল মনসুর আহমদ প্রবন্ধ লিখন পুরস্কার ২০১৮। মুক্তিযুদ্ধ, সাংবাদিকতা নিয়ে লেখকের ১১টি বই প্রকাশিত হয়েছে। যেগুলোর মধ্যে ‘সায়মন ড্রিং ও অন্যান্যের একাত্তর’, ‘নভেম্বর ক্যু’৭৫: অন্ধকার সময়ের সংবাদচিত্র’, ‘বঙ্গবন্ধুর ৭ই মার্চের ভাষণ: সংবাদপত্রের আধেয় বিশ্লেষণ’ ও ‘পশ্চিম পাকিস্তানে বঙ্গবন্ধুর বন্দি জীবন’ অন্যতম। শিক্ষকতার পাশাপাশি লেখক মুক্তিযুদ্ধ ও গণমাধ্যম নিয়ে নানা ধরনের গবেষণায় নিয়োজিত আছেন। তাঁর দাপ্তরিক নাম মিনহাজ উদ্দীন। জন্ম ও বেড়ে ওঠা উত্তরের শহর বগুড়ায়। উচ্চতর শিক্ষা গ্রহণ করেছেন ঢাকা বিশ্ববিদ্যালয়ের গণযোগাযোগ ও সাংবাদিকতা বিভাগে।
Still waiting for death-defying Rumi…
August 29, 1971. It was around midnight. There was a terrified silence in the city of Dhaka under the tight security of the Pakistani occupation forces. On that day, Shafi Imam Rumi returned home just after evening. He told his mother that his friend, guerrilla fighter Hafiz, would be staying the night. The darkness of night was deepening. In his younger brother Jami’s room, the radio was on. Suddenly the airwaves rang out with the song “Ekbar bidaay de ma ghure asi…”. Rumi was startled. He thought—why has this song been played several times today? Surely some accident has happened somewhere. With heavy hearts, everyone went to sleep—father Sharif Imam, mother Jahanara Imam, younger brother Jami, Rumi and a few others.
The tragic tale of Bangladeshi Journalism in Bibhuranjan’s last message
Some death news envelops people like a dense, cold fog. Some death news makes the rhythm of breathing longer and heavier. Some death news gathers steam inside the chest and truly makes it heavier. The news of journalist Bibhoranjan’s death felt much like this for Bangladeshi journalists. On Friday evening, before hearing the news of the death of this accomplished journalist, I was carefully reading his last ‘open letter’. In that letter, he laid bare a cruel picture of Bangladesh’s journalism. At the farewell of ending his life, he pointed out with his finger at how this world is full of brotherhood illusions, hollow, over-emotional, and unprofessional. Where, bit by bit, the lives of many journalists are being destroyed.
Let conspiracy theories on Zahir Raihan’s murder come to an end
One of the indispensable elements of war is propaganda. War means terrorising with information, distorting information. War means the constant attempt to occupy the psyche with distorted and false information. War means the battle of forgetfulness against memory. In the twentieth century, Hitler’s Propaganda Ministry (Reich Ministry of Public Enlightenment and Propaganda), headed by Joseph Goebbels, set an extraordinary precedent in war propaganda. His central philosophy was: If you tell a lie big enough and keep repeating it, people will eventually come to believe it.
Murder cases, mob violence now new weapons for journalist persecution
George Orwell, the author of the world-renowned dystopian novel 1984, which deals with surveillance, fictional injustice, and authoritarianism, also expressed timeless views on journalism. One of them is: “Journalism is printing what someone else does not want printed: everything else is public relations.” And truly so—the journalist’s job is to expose suppressed information, matters of public importance, and secret activities. The aim of journalism is to speak out against injustice, inconsistencies, and corruption. A journalist's mission is to act as an observer and protect people from being deceived and deprived. But questioning those in power, high-ranking officials, members of various forces, and people involved in crimes is a difficult task.
The lonely Helmsman of ‘71
It was around 11 p.m. Tajuddin Ahmad was restlessly pacing the lawn of his house on Sat Masjid Road in Dhanmondi. His face reflected deep anguish, inner conflict, and a storm of thoughts. Pakistani forces were advancing toward key targets in Dhaka. The entire city lay shrouded in a haunting silence. The nation stood at a perilous crossroads—there was no turning back.