[War] India: The Strained Dialogue
Daniel Garcia
ssiruuk25 at yahoo.com
Tue Jul 25 09:01:36 EDT 2006
"India: The Strained Dialogue"
President Ashwin Kanchwala, Republic of India
July 25, 2006
(OOC: This was inspired by this http://news.ninemsn.com.au/
article.aspx?id=117031 [which was derived from http://
www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/07/23/
AR2006072300737.html?sub=AR and http://www.isis-online.org/
publications/southasia/newkhushab.pdf, both released yesterday, July
24] and parts of this mentioning the July 11 attacks http://
news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20060723/india_nm/india260678.)
Pakistan. That one word, the country and people it represented, had
caused uncountable numbers of headaches in the leaders of India since
independence. These had largely but not completely revolved around
the possession of Jammu & Kashmir, which both countries claimed, and
four conflicts had been the result.
To date, Ashwin hadn't spent a whole lot of time on the issue. For
the first several weeks in office, he had played the usual ceremonial
role that the President had always played. However, when Ashwin had
been forced to move beyond tradition in the wake of the events
following the July 11 bombings in Mumbai, the issue of Pakistan
suddenly loomed larger in his realm of responsibilities. To that
end, he was expecting Samir, his Prime Minister, to arrive for a
lunch time discussion of recent developments.
The knock on the door brought Ashwin out of his reverie. Shaking his
head, he got up and went to the door, opening it when he got there.
"Hello, Ashwin, been waiting long," Samir asked jovially, extending
his hand. Ashwin took it familiarly.
"Not long enough for the business we'll be discussing I'm sure,"
Ashwin shot back. As he walked Samir to the table where they'd eat
and talk, he remarked, "I assume you let them know what you'd be
eating?"
"Yes, yes," Samir said, obviously wanting to get on to the
discussion. He had never been big on meals, viewing them as simply
something required in order to be able to do everything else there
was to do.
"Well, then, what word is there of Pakistan," Ashwin said, as the
pair of old friends sat down.
"Oh, lots of fun words. Wanna start with where the police and
intelligence have been heading with the Mumbai bombings," Samir
started. Ashwin winced at the mention and memory of the July 11
bombings in Mumbai. He winced because the tragedy, taking place as
it did in his home town while his wife had been in the city without
him, had raked him over some tender emotional ground. And he winced
because it had been the spark of the final confrontation between
himself and the previous caretaker Prime Minister, Pandit. It had
been that confrontation which had made worrying about Pakistan jump
up his list of duties significantly.
"Let me guess," Ashwin said, having been briefed earlier, "Pakistan.
Part of the problem with that, of course, is that there is something
of a bias in this country against Muslims in general and Pakistan in
particular."
It wasn't that simple, or that absolute, but it was true enough. Go
through enough wars, and it was bound to happen. Still, it left a
bad taste in his mouth, and the speed with which the trail had
started pointing towards India's not so friendly neighbor had brought
doubts to Ashwin's mind, however legitimate the allegations might be.
"Of course. The Pakistanis' quick condemnation of the attacks aside,
a lot of the prime suspects hail from the banks of the Indus," Samir
said. "Hell, I wouldn't even say it's the government's fault, and
I'd even be willing to say that Musharraf is genuinely sympathetic.
But they have some serious problems over there, and some parts of
their country simply aren't firmly under their control. Not that
they don't try, and not that Musharraf doesn't aspire to more Western
values."
"So what are we supposed to do, lecture them yet again," Ashwin said,
knowing that unless the Pakistani government itself was implicated,
there was little anyone in India could really do.
"Well, we just keep it in mind, and let the investigation continue,"
Samir said, trying to brighten the spirits of his friend and
President in the midst of this most assuredly dim spirited subject.
"When we have a firmer conclusion, then we bring it up with them, and
do what we can. In the meantime, there are other matters."
"Such as," Ashwin asked. He didn't like the response.
"A story yesterday in the American Washington Post newspaper
highlighted a report, also released yesterday, by independent defense
analysts showing what appeared to be the construction of a new heavy
water nuclear reactor at an existing nuclear site, Khushab. The site
already produces about 10 to 15 kg of plutonium annually, enough for
two or three bombs, but from the report's estimates, based on
satellite imagery and guesswork based on existing designs, the new
reactor could pump that number up to over 200 kg a year. Of course,
to date much of their effort has been in uranium based bombs, where
they've been producing enough material for at least four bombs each
year, but this would obviously be a big boon to their nuclear
program," Samir summarized. Ashwin was at a loss for a moment. This
was the first time that the issue of nuclear warfare had loomed large
for him, and already he wasn't liking it.
"Tell me, Samir, how bad would this be," Ashwin said. He didn't know
a whole lot about India's own stockpile as of yet, but it looked as
though he was about to get a quick lesson.
"Well to date we've had a slight advantage in the number of warheads,
at maybe 120 to their 60, or thereabouts. Of course, we also have
China to worry about where Pakistan and China have generally been
friendly. And we've generally been producing material at about the
same rate, perhaps seven bombs worth a year. Of course, we had a ten
year head start," Samir said. "But if, and there is a question of
their intentions here, if they use this reactor for materials
production, and it's everything that it's being made out to be,
they'd catch up and pass us awfully quick. They have been trying to
keep this quiet, as construction has been ongoing since 2000, but
that could swing both ways."
"So basically, there are three possibilities," Ashwin said. "Either,
and I hope this is the case but probably isn't, they have no
intention to use the reactor for bomb making, and things continue as
they are, or they intend to use the reactor for making bombs, and
either we work to make more bombs or get left behind."
"That's pretty much it," Samir said. Here there was a knock on the
door. Samir called out that it was alright to come in, and a waiter
came in to deliver the pair's meals, and then left promptly. There
was a moment of silent eating before the discussion continued.
"Of course," Samir started, "we also have to worry about the Chinese,
who can nuke us back to the stone age without us being able to
retaliate effectively. We can't reach Beijing, but they can hit us
wherever they want."
"So what do we do," Ashwin said, pushing images of China's nuclear
weapons out of his head.
"Well, you *do* have a say," Samir teased. "But I think we need to
call Pakistan out, and get them to say what exactly they intend to do
with that plant when it's finished."
"So, we request, nicely, politely, and with firmness and a flash of
teeth, that they commit to refraining from using the new reactor for
weapons purposes," Ashwin said. Samir nodded, and Ashwin continued.
"It would also help if we insinuated that a refusal to make such a
commitment, coupled with everything else that's been coming out of
their country, might provoke us into trying to match and exceed them."
"An arms race," Samir said with a raised eyebrow.
"Hopefully not, but they have to realize that if they bring
themselves up a notch, then we just might bring ourselves up by two,"
Ashwin said. "Of course, we have to say all this in an at least
outwardly nice fashion, and offer them something to coax them to
agree with us."
"What are you thinking," Samir asked.
"Well, listen, I don't like nuclear weapons. I don't know anyone who
does," Ashwin said. "So, we offer Pakistan a nuclear pact. We offer
to let each of us inspect the other, or to have international
inspections, and to cap the number of bombs a year that we produce,
and maybe even set a cap on the number of bombs each of us can hold.
Or whatever the Pakistanis might be interested in."
"Maybe," Samir said, expressing some skepticism. "But why would they
bite?"
"Well, for one thing because it's right. And," Ashwin said with a
wide grin, "because nuclear arms races are expensive things. There
are reactors to build, bombs to make and store and maintain, missiles
that need development and testing. It's expensive, and we're not the
United States. Moreover, if it *is* going to be such a contest,
there has to be someone in Islamabad who can do the math. Our
economy is almost seven times larger than theirs, our budget six
times larger. And the gap continues to grow as our economy has been
growing even faster than theirs has, which is to say pretty fast."
"I suppose so," Samir said, deferring to Ashwin, who was the expert
when it came to economics. "But there very well might *not* be
someone who is willing to do the math over there. As we've already
said, they're not in full control over there."
"True enough," Ashwin admitted. "But nuclear chicken is a terrible
game to play."
ACTIONS:
1) Request *cough* that Pakistan commit to not using its upcoming
new Khushab nuclear plant to make material for weapons.
2) Suggest a nuclear pact that would involve either bilateral or
international inspections of weapon material production, with an
agreed allowance of about 10 bombs worth a year, up to some maximum
amount of bomb material.
3) Warn that refusal to agree to commit to not using the new Khushab
reactor for bomb material, coupled with the recent souring of
relations after the July 11 attacks and Pakistan's inability or
unwillingness to reign in militants operating and recruiting in
Pakistan, could prompt India to both improve its nuclear capability
and mean the end of the recent improvement of relations.
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