SOME TROUBLE
WITH COWS
Making Sense of Social Conflict
BETH ROY
UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA PRESS
BERKELEY LOS ANGELES LONDON
University of California Press
Berkeley and Los Angeles, California
University of California Press, Ltd.
London, England
© 1994 by
The Regents of the University of California
An earlier version of part of chapter 9 was published as “Of Cabbages and Kings and Why the Sea Is Boiling Hot: How Communities Decide to Fight,” International Journal of the Sociology of Law 20 (1992): 285-93. Reprinted by permission of the Academic Press Ltd.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Roy, Beth.
Some trouble with cows : making sense of social conflict / Beth Roy.
p. cm.
Includes bibliographical references and index.
ISBN 978-0-520-08342-4 (pbk. : alk. paper)
1. Communalism—Bangladesh. 2. Hindus—Bangladesh. 3. Muslims—Bangladesh. I. Title.
DS393.8.R69 1994
303.6'23'095492—dc20 93-25761
CIP
Printed in the United States of America
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The paper used in this publication is both acid-free and totally chlorine-free (TCF). It meets the minimum requirements of ANSI/NISO Z39.48-1992 (R 1997) (Permanence of Paper).
Contents
4. Intervention and Punishment
5. Reconciliation and Thereafter
Appendix B: Land Relations in Panipur
Acknowledgments
In circumstances like these families are usually the last to be thanked, implying that domestic functions, the cooking and shopping and laundry and cleaning that support life, are a lesser contribution to intellectual work than is labor in the realm of ideas. How untrue that is! Without them, everything else would grind to a cataclysmic halt. My own domestic sphere supported me liberally while I wrote this book and also was the site of some of my most exciting encounters with ideas.
Almost two decades ago Becky Jenkins, Toni King, and I joined together to build an extended household which has nurtured us, and quite a few other people, in both corporeal and intellectual ways. My frequent trips to the East left Toni and Becky to pick up the pieces, running a complex household and fending for an extended community. Becky took over much of my therapy practice in my absences, a very lucky break for my clients. Becky and I have thought together for many years; one of my greatest joys in life is to think out loud with her, and I am sure after all this time that there is not a single thing I do think that is not a joint production. Toni has the rare knack of going unerringly to the heart of the matter, raising the key question with a kind of humble simplicity that, even after all these years, always has the power to stagger me. Her confidence in my abilities also once startled me, but by now I've gratefully integrated it into my determination to work onward. My sons, Tuhin and Joshua, too, continually advance my thinking, urging me, sometimes forcing me, to open my mind to new views of life. Tuhin is my most compelling link with Bengal, and I especially treasure the times he has been with me there.
I became a university student at the same time Tuhin matriculated. A grey-haired woman with an evolved and busy life, I longed for the luxury of fighting necessity back far enough to think a thought through to its conclusion. The notion of being a student again after years of teaching delighted me. I wanted to sit at the feet of a mentor, to learn new skills of scholarship,
