The French philosopher Bernard-Henri Levy, writing in The Tablet, has only just discovered the fascinating story of General Jack Jacob, but his name will be familiar to Point of No Return readers.
It’s quite a story.
This story may seem unlikely in this era of generalized war between
cultures, civilizations, and religions. And I am grateful to British
journalist Ben Judah for having brought it to light in an article that
appeared in the Jewish Chronicle the day after the visit to Israel of Indian Prime Minister Narendra Modi.
The time is December 1971. The place is the territory then known as
East Pakistan. Separated by 1,600 kilometers from West Pakistan, this
Bengali part of Pakistan has been in rebellion since March.
The central government in Islamabad, rejecting the secession of what
will eventually become Bangladesh, is engaged in a merciless repression,
the cost of which, in lives, remains unknown even today, almost a
half-century later. Half a million people may have died, of perhaps a
million, 2 million, or more.
On Dec. 3, India decides to enter the conflict, to “interfere,” as
one would put it today, in the domestic affairs of its neighbor so as to
stop the bloodbath. The fighting rages.
The Bengali freedom fighters, known as the Mukti Bahini, now supported by India, become increasingly daring.
New Delhi’s strategy is to build up slowly and gradually, a decision.
This strategy seems to many ill-suited to the Bangladesh of the day, a
terrain of few roads, major rivers, and innumerable marshes. Thirteen
days into the new phase of the war, with the Pakistanis having massed
90,000 troops around Dacca, the capital, against the Indians’ 3,000, New
Delhi appears to be stuck and has hardly boxed itself into the
beginnings of a siege. And it is at this moment that a high-ranking
Indian officer, without notifying his superiors, takes a plane, lands in
Dacca, presents himself to General Niazi, head of the Pakistani forces
and pulls off one of the most spectacular bluffs in modern military
history: “You have 90,000 men,” the Indian officer tells Niazi. “We have
many more, plus the Mukti Bahini, who are full of the vengeance of
their people and will give no quarter. Under the circumstances, you have
only one choice: to persist in a fight that you cannot win or to sign
this letter of surrender that I have drafted in my own hand, which
promises you an honorable retreat. You have half an hour to decide; I’ll
go have a smoke.”
Niazi, falling into the trap, chooses the second option. To the
world’s amazement, 3,000 Indian soldiers accept the surrender of 90,000
Pakistanis. Tens of thousands—no—hundreds of thousands of lives on both
sides are spared.
And Bangladesh is free!
The story might have ended there.
Except that the general behind the masterly coup that makes him
godfather to a new Muslim country is Jewish. His name is Jack Jacobs.
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