I have lived for freedom, I have tried to find the voice of the voiceless and I tried to find my voice. … I believe my freedom is your freedom.” – Professor GN Saibaba, Andacell, Central prison, Nagpur, India

The International League of Peoples’ Struggle (ILPS) calls on its member organizations and allies to organize solidarity actions (picket lines, marches, and other mass actions) to demand the immediate and unconditional release of Professor GN Saibaba, his co-accused, as well as all political prisoners in India.

Below you will find a powerful letter and poem from Professor Saibaba requesting solidarity actions. The wheelchair bound Professor Saibaba is presently “on the margins of life” in the notorious Nagpur prison, under brutal conditions of incarceration where basic health assistance has been denied and he reels “under excruciating pain relentlessly”.

Delhi University Professor G.N. Saibaba, imprisoned for life for alleged links with Maoists, outside the Nagpur Central Jail with wife Vasanta Kumari. Credit: PTI

Professor Saibaba was sentenced to life in 2017, along with Hem Mishra, Prashant Rahi, Mahesh Tirki and Pandu Narote for their alleged links to the Indian Maoists. GN Saibaba was previously incarcerated for 14 months at the Nagpur Central Prison at which time his health condition deteriorated. His left hand was paralyzed and his heart and spinal problems worsened while in jail. Because of this, the Bombay High Court ordered his temporary release on bail based on medical grounds. But he was remanded back to the Nagpur Central Jail in March 2017 in a highly irregular manner.

As the ILPS previously noted: “The only crime committed by GN Saibaba has been his consistent defense of the rights of dalits, adivasis and other exploited and oppressed masses in India. He has also been at the forefront of the campaign against the brutal counter-insurgency war called Operation Green Hunt in Central India.

This counter-insurgency war is being waged by the Indian state against the adivasis who have risen up to resist the operations of foreign mining companies that have no concern whatsoever for the destruction they cause to the environment. The adivasis have found a strong and reliable ally in the Indian Maoists in their just struggle to defend their land and their livelihood.

The Indian government has deployed around 100,000 military forces in this war against the adivasis and the Indian Maoists. The US has allowed its spy satellites to be used in Operation Green Hunt.”


Sai Baba
Political Prisoner

7th February 2018.


I dream of being in my classroom
day and night fettered behind
the strong iron beams
of my tiny solitary prison cell

I see you, talk to you
and hug you by the force
of my frail land challenged life
in my unchained mind’s eye
as the desire for freedom
flows through the sinews
and veins of my blood stream
even as I am caged
far away from you

Teaching is my forte’,
breath and life, you know
I embraced literature
for it clasps us with
our troubled histories,
philosophies and economics
of pangs of pain, tears,
fears and hopes
for a bright new day

The cage of lies,
seditious clauses
and conspiratorial confabulations
confine and keep me away
from your intimate and critical
engagement with knowledge
and warm affection for the liberty
of the trampled earth.


Dear friends,

I have lived all my conscious life on the campuses of learning and teaching in search of knowledge, love and freedom. In the course of this search, I learnt that freedom for a few was no freedom. I began to study histories, philosophies and literatures with more eagerness and critical engagement. That led me to look around myself closely. I traveled across and met people living in sub-human conditions. I realised that they never tasted freedom very much like me. I understood that castes and freedom can never co-exist. I began to speak to myself. Then I slowly started to speak to my fellow beings on my journey. I grasped of a great void of silence around me. I saw a society of silence. I dashed myself against the boulders of silence. I brutally wounded myself. A vast majority of the multitudes have never been allowed to break their silence. Centuries of silence solidified in our lives below the high and barren rocks of argumentative India. I desired to break the prison house of silence. I struggled within myself. The rocks were hard to move. I realised that I carried within myself our silent society. It wasn’t an easy journey.

It was such a long journey, strenuous and painful. Eventually, I thought I gathered a voice myself. I wanted my fellow beings also to have a voice of their own so that we could converse. In the process, my voice gradually began to emerge. I bewildered to see that my voice was heard. After some time, my voice even started to rise a bit. Then, suddenly fell an axen on my throat. My voice was silenced in one stroke.

Friends, today, I reel under excruciating pain relentlessly. The closure of my voice within me exploded my crippled body from each of my organ. One after the other, my organs started bursting. The silence within me explodes into shooting pain. My vocal cords acquired lesion making my voice a thin and inaudible shrill. My heart broke with Hypertrophic cardiomayopathy. My brain has started having blackouts with a condition called syncope. My kidneys are silted with pebbles; gallbladder gathered stones and pancreas grew a tail of pain called pancreatitis. Nerve lines in my left shoulder broke under the conditions of my arrest, named as brachial plexopathy. More and more organs of silence replaced the original. I have been living with explosive and shooting pain day in and day out. I am living on the margins of life.

My pain, a voiceless song,
my being a nameless mote.
If only my pain could speak,
I’d know who I am.
And if myself could find its essence,
I’d unravel the mystery of this world.
If I could seize this hidden mystery,
my silence would find expression
(Faiz Ahmad Faiz)

Eleven long months have passed. I continue to languish under the brutal conditions of incarceration without any relief. I am forced to live without any human dignity and bodily integrity. The conditions under which I am living have reduced me to sub-human and inhuman levels. You think of the crime attributed to me: I have lived for freedom, I have tried to find the voice of the voiceless and I tried to find my voice. I wrote about them, I spoke about them, those my fellow beings who are not allowed to have the voice of their own for centuries. This is my crime. Degrading my body and mind is not simply removing humanity from me alone, it is an act of dehumanising our entire society; our civilizational existence.

I hope none of you feel sympathetic to my condition. I don’t believe in sympathy, I only believe in solidarity. I intended to tell you my story only because I believe that it is also your story. Also because I believe my freedom is your freedom.


With love and regards
G.N. Saibaba
Andacell, Central prison
7th February 2018.

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