It’s an old story in India - without militant resistance the poor get pulverized. The minute the resistance becomes effective, the State moves in with all the armed might at its disposal… People who live in situations like this do not have easy choices. They certainly do not simply take instructions from a handful of idealogues waving guns. Their decisions on what strategies to employ take into account a whole host of considerations: the history of the struggle, the nature of the repression, the urgency of the situation and, quite crucially, the landscape in which their struggle is taking place. The decision to be Ghandian or a Maoist, militant or peaceful, or a bit of both is not always a moral or idealogical one. Quite often its a tactical one.
So let us be maladjusted, as maladjusted as the prophet Amos, who in the midst of the injustices of his day could cry out in words that echo across the centuries, ‘Let justice run down like water and righteousness like a mighty stream.’ Let us be as maladjusted as Abraham Lincoln, who had the vision toe see that this nation could not exist half slave and half free. Let us be maladjusted as Jesus of Nazareth, who could look into the eyes of the men and women of his generation and cry out, 'Love your enemies.’
Many people fear nothing more terribly than to take a position which stands out sharply and clearly from prevailing opinion. The tendency of most is to adopt a view that is so ambiguous that it will include everything and so popular that it will include everybody…The saving of our world form pending doom will come, not through the complacent adjustment of the conforming majority, but through the creative maladjustment of a nonconforming minority… [We are reminded] of the danger of overstressing the well-adjusted life. Everybody passionately seeks to be well-adjusted. We must, of course, be well-adjusted if we are to avoid neurotic and schizophrenic personalities, but there are some things in our world to which men of goodwill must be maladjusted…
Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted