Chief Ministers have come and gone, but in all my years I have never witnessed this kind of pent-up rage as is now directed at Mamata Banerjee and her nephew.
What they ran was a grotesque hybrid of mafia and gulag.
And the greater shame? The complicity of the media, the educated class, and the so-called elite. They enabled it. They rationalised it. They helped crush dissent.
The vulnerable were extorted. Political opponents, especially those who supported the BJP were hounded, brutalised, and silenced through unspeakable acts. It is unforgivable.
What we are seeing today: eggs thrown, heads tonsured, white sarees draped in chilling symbolism is still a fraction of what Bengal endured.
And yet, the old Indian instinct will be to ‘move on.’
That instinct has cost us dearly before. History is witness: suppressed anger does not dissipate, it ferments.
There must be, there should be consequences.
By law, first and foremost.
But ‘moving on’ is certainly not an option.