Haj to Utopia. Maia Ramnath

      ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

      Of the many people who contributed to this writing, thanks are due first to Terry Burke, Dilip Basu, Gene Irschick, Radhika Mongia, and Barbara Epstein, all advisors and mentors at the University of California, Santa Cruz and Berkeley, for equipping my sense of context and helping me to make so many connections, while also granting me your confidence and trust to go in unorthodox directions. (Barbara, you continued to insist that you knew nothing about my material, while I continued to insist that it was your way of thinking about any material that I found of such great value when applied to mine.) Thank you also to the following:

      The ACLS/Mellon Foundation and the Draper Program in Interdisciplinary Humanities and Social Thought at NYU for making possible the conditions of work and life necessary for intensive writing and thinking and to the many relatives, friends, comrades, and acquaintances I encountered during the many years over which this project developed, for providing me with hospitality, support, political and intellectual stimulus.

      The helpful and knowledgeable staffs of the Bancroft Library’s South and Southeast Asia collections, the Center for Contemporary History at JNU, the National Archive in Delhi, the Nehru Memorial Museum and Library, and the British Library.

      John Mock and all the wonderful teachers at the AIIS Urdu Language Program in Lucknow, especially Ahtesham Ahmad Khan for equipping me not just to read standard Urdu and Hindi but to decipher the Urdu scrawled in terrible handwriting jammed on scruffy 90-year-old clandestine newspapers.

      Harjit Singh Gill and Vijay Prashad for their generosity in sharing documents and for sharing my delight in these documents.

      Harish Puri and Chaman Lal for enlightened and enlightening scholarship guided by political integrity, and likewise for their kindness to me.

      Ben Zachariah, Franziska Roy, Michele Louro, Ali Raza, and Carolien Stolte for stimulating and very enjoyable cross-fertilization and for making me feel like part of a “transnational turn” rather than a marginal explorer wandering alone on the beach with a metal detector and my convictions—although that would be ok too.

      Kevin, Anjuli, Allie, Valerie, and Monet for keeping me sane and grounded by getting me off the ground while I completed the foundation—you witnessed the whole thing and I promised to say so!

      Above all, my humble gratitude to those of whom I write: The makers of Ghadar, for their undying inspiration and example. May we who come after prove worthy in keeping the flame lit—not only by remembering what they did but by continuing to contribute to the struggles for freedom and justice that they would be supporting if they were here today.