Peeping into Pakistan
Jemima Khan's broken country
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CALL OF THE BLUE MOUNTAINS
The Nilgiri Laughing Thrush and the Red Spur Fowl that had been painting the air with their gurgling raucousness, suddenly fell silent. Two cars drove up along the road past us and slipped out of sight, their rumble echoing a while after they had gone.
And then we saw him. A shiny black gaur bull, emerging from among a tangle of torn barbed wires that fenced off Longwood Shola. Head down, cropping tufts of grass between tea bushes, tail flicking flies, light flowing across his two thousand pound body, six feet from the shoulder, muscles rippling. He stamped his white socked hooves and snorted, the cloud of flies obviously irritating him.
When he had covered a few yards, he seemed to step aside from the path he had taken, turning his head to watch his herd emerge from the Sholas. There were fourteen of them -- his cows, a few young bulls and two calves trailing behind. They headed towards the road, crossed over to our left and followed the slope downwards.
We moved on after the herd was out of sight, turned off the road far ahead and sank into Longwood Shola, the dense foliage closing in around us. Leaf, wood, bark, stone, mud, insect, animal, bird, reptile and human flowing energies along a spiral. Moving along the line of the spiral, we went deeper till we reached the edge of a marsh in the sunken lowland of the forest. A giant heart beating.
Around us were profusions of butterflies – Blue Admiral, Great Orange Tip and Striped Tiger – above us Scimitar Babblers and Blue Throated Barbets, amid the expanding echoes of Giant Squirrel cries.We were forced to draw ourselves out of the Sholas as evening hauled in shadows and Great Horned Owls began hoo-hooing from high boughs. Back on the road, the mist had descended and we slow walked back to the bungalow.
That night, as the rain and wind and distant cry of monkeys circled the house, I savoured the throbbing energy that coursed through me.Since I can’t travel across time I’ve listened to the voices of tribal elders – narrating accounts that they had heard from their forefathers, re-telling folk tales, myths, legends, trekking through shrinking wilderness, reading the spoors of vanished green on the changing body of the land. And of course pouring over old accounts by travellers, explorers and administrators of the Raj.
According to the Nilgiris District Gazetteer, because of its altitude and equatorial nearness, the region offered ideal conditions for a variety of forest cover and grasslands which existed in four tracts. The first stretched across parts of the plains and low hills of the Madras Presidency -- moving from dry deciduous to tropical foliage. There were a lot of valuable trees like White Cedar, Satinwood, Puva, Blackwood or Rosewood, Teak, Sandalwood, Amla and others.
The second was made up of moist evergreen forests which were a spectacular sight if viewed from the western slopes, between the heights of 3,000 and 4,000 feet. The taller trees there shot up to between 200 and 250 feet forming domes and umbrellas of variegated leaves. Beneath their shades and from the ground below, a riot of epiphytic orchids, mosses, balsams, tree ferns, climbing ferns and creepers thrived. Heavier woods like Poon Spar, Ironwood, Red Cedar, Ebony. On the Malabar side of the district, the forests trailed down to the plains. In other places, at about altitudes of 1000 feet from the low lands, they were outgrown by deciduous forests and reed bamboos.
As one climbed higher, the third tract became apparent as the ‘shola’ or ‘woods of the plateau’ were experienced. Though the trees there were somewhat like moist evergreen forests, they differed in that they didn’t grow tall but remained stunted, some rising to about 70 feet. The ‘timber’ trees were fewer and of less value, but there was a surfeit of ferns and mosses and of course orchids, reed bamboo, scrubby balsams and begonias.
The fourth tract was carpeted by grasslands spotted with numerous herbaceous plants that bloomed in the first showers of March. The trees were mainly Rhododendron arboreum, Saliux tetrasperma, Celtis tetrandra, Pittosporum, Dodonaea viscose, Wendlandia Notoniana. As for shrubs there is a list of about 35 to 40 varieties, the most visible being the Strobilanthes Kunthianus (or the Kurunji) which covered many acres with its flowers – forming as it were, a sheet of blue.
Authored by W Francis, this Gazetteer goes on to say that 78 species of ferns had been discovered in the hills, specifying that two, Lastraea scabrosa and ferruginea had not been found anywhere else in the world.
This green-mantled mountainous region which rose to a height of 6,000 feet on an average along the plateau lands with more than 20 peaks crossing a height of 8,000 feet, was watered by the Bhavani, Paikara, Avalanche, Moyar, Coonoor and innumerable seasonal and perennial streams.
Forest cover provided home and hunting ground to tigers, leopards, black panther, sloth bear, sambar, spotted deer, barking deer, black buck, bison (or gaur), wild boar, Nilgiri ibex, elephant, wild dog, Nilgiri langur, the lion tailed Macaque, Flying Squirrels and Giant Squirrels, birds, reptiles and insects.
INDIGENOUS SETTLERS
And the early human inhabitants? Well, there were several tribal communities living in the region at that time, each in environments that best suited their way of life. Records reveal that the lower reaches of the Nilgiris which were covered by deciduous and moist evergreen forests were home to hunting and gathering tribes such as the Irulas, Katunaickens, Paniyans and Kurumbas whereas the upper regions like the temperate forests and grasslands were home to the artisan Kotas and the buffalo herding Todas.
Evidenced by their lore, rivers, mountains, sacred groves, trees, creatures and spaces were invested with special powers, were of significance or epitomised as deities. Todas, for instance, believe that their places of creation and afterlife are located in the Nilgiris.
Records show that through the Seventeenth and Eighteenth centuries, various religious, quasi-religious and political European expeditions, mostly unfruitful, were made into the Blue Mountains. It was the early Nineteenth century that the adventurous and pioneering John Sullivan, Collector of Coimbatore, finally broke the spell and opened up the region to growth and development. The initial expedition cost the Company Rs 300 and the survey another 800. Not long after, a notice appeared in the Gazetteer of India,
“We trust that future reports of the salubrity of this spot will remove all the apprehensions that have been entertained, and that it will become a place of resort for those whose state of health may require that change of temperature which it unquestionably affords. Should a continued residence in these regions prove that the climate is favourable to the European constitution, it may perhaps be deemed expident hereafter to form a military establishment for pensioners and invalids, with a regular hospital; and if it should become a military station, with Medical Officers attached to it, houses would soon become erected and conveniences would be provided for those who might be compelled to seek the benefit of the climate…”
With the growth of the Raj Establishment in the highlands, more and more plainspeople migrated into the blue mountains as labour or work force and to stake their claim to pieces of the wilderness that they could lay their hands on. A land once fecund with life that had a cultural geography uniquely its own was opened up, laid bare and ‘developed’. The region was, as Sullivan’s progress report summed up, ‘gradually approximating to a state of comfort and civilisation.’
Forest lands gave way to the cultivation of tea, coffee, spices and other plantation crops, grasslands were transformed into organised forests and the complex food chain of the blue mountains was snapped, destroying in the process a multitude of dependant plants, shrubs, creepers, grasses and the innumerable creatures who relied on them for their survival and growth.
Many of the indigenous trees were forced out to make way for trees like the numerous varieties of Australian Eucalyptus and Acacia, fast growing woods that were nurtured to fuel expanding settlements and to meet the demands of a growing empire.Here are some classic examples of the ‘civiliser’ attitude –
Towards the Kotas:
“(Kotas) actually court venereal disease, and a young man who has not suffered from this before he is of a certain age is looked down upon as a disgrace.”
“The Kotas are looked down as being unclean feeders, and eaters of carrion; a custom which is to them no more filthy than that of eating game when it is high, or using the same toothbrush week after week, is to a European…An unappetising sight, which may be witnessed on roads leading to a Kota village, is that of Kota carrying the flesh of a dead buffalo, often in an advanced stage of putridity, slung on a stick across his shoulders, with the entrails trailing on the ground.”
Towards the Todas:
“The daily life of a Toda woman has been summed up as lounging about the mad or mand (Toda settlement), buttering and curling her hair, and cooking. The women have been described as free from the ungracious and menial-like timidity of the generality of the sex in the plains. When Europeans (who are greeted as swami or god) come to a mand, the women crawl out of their huts, and chant a monotonous song, all the time clamouring for tips. Even the children are so trained that they clamour for money till it is forthcoming.”
“It is an oft-repeated statement that the women show an absence of any sense of decency in exposing their naked persons in the presence of strangers.”
“Some of the young women are distinctly good looking (but they) speedily degenerate into uncomely hags…a race of superb men coupled to hideous women.”
But then, let me pick up the threads of this story and move on and examine the manner in which the very survival of people from tribal communities was threatened.
The Todas who lived in the high grasslands which provided them adequate grazing grounds for their immense herds of buffaloes were witness to the degradation of indigenous varieties of grass as a result of ecological interference. The new varieties of grass introduced were hardly nutritious for milch animals and so the yields decreased. In addition to this, the fact that grasslands had been converted into forests by planned forestry programmes meant that grazing grounds had shrunk and the threat of a growing number of protected predators increased.
The buffalo occupies a sacred place in Toda family, community, cultural and religious life and as herds dwindled, their very survival was in question. Today, the population of these people has been reduced to far less than 2000.The hunting and food gathering Kurumbas, Irulas, Kattunaickens and Paniyans, were perhaps the worst hit. The forests which they once depended upon for their sustenance and cultural, community and religious identity were either replaced by plantations, altered by the introduction of new species of tree cover (seriously affecting bird and animal life and the growth of edible and medicinal roots herbs and bulbs) or made out of bounds by forest laws which chose to protect wild life and exclude humans who had traditionally been forest dwellers.
Most of the Kurumbas and Irulas became casual labourers on the plantations and fields of the settlers, the Kattunaickens reduced in numbers were pushed to the periphery of forests to eke out a living from minor forest collection and casual labour, the Paniyans became bonded labour.
TIMELESS ENCOUNTERS
But the story of the Blue Mountains does not end there. The tribal spirit is far too strong, well-founded and resilient to be dispensed with. It has survived through the centuries and will continue to do so. I have encountered this spirit wherever I have travelled in the Nilgiris.
In the little Alu Kurumba village of Sengalpudhur, high up on the shoulder of bare land wedged between tea estates and reserve forests, in the shadow of God Rock Hill, a young man by the name of Nagaraj, tells me, “no one wants us here, but we will hold on and remain. This is our land. This is Alu Kurumba land. We will protect it with our lives and with our culture. That is our strength – our culture, our songs, stories, music, our prayers, our gods, the power of our spirits.” He has lost most of one leg and hobbles around from village to village with a crutch, organising his people, inspiring them.
Five young Toda men and women sitting with us over tea in Ooty, strike the same chord, “Our culture is our identity, it makes us who we are.”
The Kotas are putting up a valiant resistance, using higher education and other tools of ‘civilisation’ to keep going. As the Kota CK Raju, President of the Nilgiris Adivasi Welfare Association, put it, “education is the key. It leads to empowerment.”
Shanmugam who is a Kalketti Irula and Secretary of the same Association, standing in the heart of his village lands says, “This is Semmanarai, my village, it was always here and it will remain. This is our land.”
His colleague, O Balan, a Moolukurumba from Gudalur looks at me intensely, and says, almost choking, “we were great hunters once, an ancient people but now our lands have shrunk, most of the forest is gone…but we hold on to what we believe in, our customs, our community identity. They make us what we are.” Ramaswami, the Irula from Semmanarai gave me a small packet of sambrani incense resin that he had collected from the forests near his home. Tonight I shall light some charcoal and burn a little of the sambrani and fill our study with the wild and beautiful fragrance of Semmanarai, think of all my friends in the Nilgiris, their families and the people of their villages and those who live in the many villages and hamlets of the Blue Mountains, holding on to what they believe in.
When you and I encounter each other again, I’ll take you on a journey into their lives.
Last week's debacle in New Orleans highlights failings not just in the Bush administration, but in how the United States chooses to govern itself.
The term 'natural disaster' doesn't really do justice to the scenes that unfolded in the southern United States last week. For a start, the main cause of death in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina will have been drowning as a result of the flooding in New Orleans that sprang from a widely anticipated failure of the city's flood defences. There is an overwhelming sense that the human calamity that befell the city was avoidable and represents a failure of the US government to protect its most vulnerable citizens.
Much of the blame for the painfully slow reaction to the hurricane has fallen on President George W. Bush, and for good reason. His belated and uninspiring personal response to the crisis has invited widespread criticism. The Department of Homeland Security, the newly created government department that fumbled the early rescue efforts, is viewed as Bush's creation and is ineptly staffed by the president's appointees.
Yet as criticism rains down on the administration, it should be pointed out that several contributory factors that led up to this fiasco preceded Bush's arrival in the White House. These include rampant poverty among African-Americans in New Orleans and other US cities; a systematic failure to build public infrastructure commensurate with America's vast wealth; the habitual creation of dysfunctional government agencies by congressional fiat; and the failure of scientists to successfully convey their concerns to policy-makers.
Previous US flood disasters — notably in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, in 1889 and in the New Orleans area in 1927 — prompted major political upheaval. It is not inconceivable that Katrina will force America's leaders to confront poverty and support public investment in infrastructure. But short of such far-reaching change, the disaster should lead to an immediate re-examination of how the federal government is organized, and how it responds to scientific advice.
The Department of Homeland Security was originally conceived in Congress as a response to the terrorist attacks of 11 September 2001. After initially opposing the idea, Bush co-opted it, removed its most potent aspect (the incorporation of the intelligence agencies) and implemented what was basically an amalgamation of existing government departments, including the once-admired Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA).
According to many observers, the reorganization has weakened FEMA and focused its attention on such scenarios as bioterror attacks. The public face presented by FEMA has been diminished, and the agency seems to have retreated from its traditional position at the forefront of disaster response. This weakening has left city and state governments in Mississippi and Louisiana bereft of leadership from the federal government at their moment of greatest need. The lesson is that sweeping reorganizations of government agencies in response to particular crises can have severe adverse consequences.
Knowledge of the risk of a storm-induced flood in New Orleans has been widespread in the scientific community for years, and researchers have sought to improve our understanding of it. Much of this work has taken into account stubborn facts such as the propensity of the poor, the elderly and the sick to ignore evacuation orders.
There seems to be a disconnect, however, between the process that identifies such risks and the people who make the decisions that might manage them. There are indications that many senior politicians — not just President Bush — were simply unaware that the New Orleans flood risk even existed.
River management, meanwhile, has developed into something of a scientific backwater in the United States, some of its practitioners complain. It has also been a subject of bitter political contention — generally between the supporters of the Army Corps of Engineers, which likes to build levees, and environmentalists, who favour marshland conservation and more 'natural' river flow. In the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, this dialogue-of-the-deaf must end, and the assessment and management of natural risks should be genuinely embraced as a national priority.
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Editorial
Nature 437, 169 (8 September 2005) | doi: 10.1038/437169a
http://www.nature.com/nature/journal/v437/n7056/full/437169a.html
Burri nazar walle, theri ghar mein ladki paida ho (You
evil-eyed people, may girls be born in your homes).
SCRAWLED ON the back of a lorry in Gohana, those words
capture the soul of casteism in Haryana. Even while taking a
crack at Dalits whose houses they had reduced to rubble, their
oppressors couldn't fail to proclaim women to be a
curse. (A view many of them clearly act upon. You can see that
from Haryana's appalling sex ratio of 861. That was the
worst among major States in the 2001 census.)
About the time 50 Dalit houses were set ablaze in
Gohana, the country marked 50 years of a law giving effect to the
Constitution's abolition of untouchability. As if to rub in
the irony, 25 more Dalit homes have been torched in
the same week. This time in Akola, Maharashtra.
Of course the Constitution banned untouchability. It
was to give effect to Article 17 that Parliament passed the
Untouchability (Offences) Act, 1955. This was later
made more stringent and renamed the Protection of Civil Rights
Act,1955. Still the crimes went on. So, along the way, we
brought in quite a few other vital laws. Like the Scheduled
Castes and Scheduled Tribes (Prevention of Atrocities) Act of
1989. Crimes under this Act invite harsher penalties than
similaroffences would under the Indian Penal Code. Half a
century into the process, we grapple with the very crimes the
first of these laws sought to end.
Was Gohana 2005 a one-off aberration? We could then
say: awful, but these things happen. And get on with life.
The catch of course is that they happen every so often.
And to the same people. Even a show of mandatory anguish —
"what an atrocity" — doesn't begin to meet the problem. Not
when the crime is systemic, societal, and structured. Not when
a state disables its own citizens.
The countless reports on the subject over the years do
not show discrimination against Dalits to be dying away.
The many volumes of the National Commission for the Scheduled
Castes and Scheduled Tribes make grisly reading. Crimes
against Dalits and Adivasis have risen by the decade. By as
much as 25 to 28 per cent in some periods. Yet the number of such
cases ending in conviction of the criminals is dismal. Less
than one per cent in some courts.
The events in Gohana and Akola are just a part of an
ongoing crime against humanity. For that's what caste-based
discrimination is. (But I'm still sure you'll see
editorials that tell us these things are wrong because `they send
bad signals to investors.')
In Gohana, the dominant castes, the police, the state,
all did their bit in bringing terror and ruin to the Dalit
basti. (The police say that after a Jat died in a clash with some
Dalits, the Jats `retaliated.') Fearing an attack, over 1,000
Dalits fled the basti. The police steered clear of the
village while a mob of some 1,500 people burned around 50 Dalit
houses to the ground. A thousand people had fled knowing an
attack was coming. Yet the police claim they were clueless about
it.
The Dalits here are Balmikis. That group is possibly
the worst off within the Scheduled Caste fold. More so in terms
of the humiliation it bears. In caste society's eyes, the
Balmikis embody the worst forms of "impurity." They are `manual
scavengers.' They handle and dispose of "night soil."(That's
polite society's term for human excreta.)
Gohana's Balmikis had tried to climb out of that
caste-imposed rut. They had educated their children. Got jobs
outside their traditional role. Some even landed low-level
government posts. And over years the Balmikis fought off the efforts of
the Jatsto extract begar — or forced labour — from them.
Their relative improvement was itself a major provocation.
This is consistent with attacks on Dalits in other parts of
thecountry too. Doing better is a crime.
The mob in Gohana did not kill any Dalits. Partly
because they had already fled. The focus, though, was on looting
and on destruction of property. Dalits owning decent houses?
With fridges and television sets? They had to be shown
their place.Houses having gas connections were destroyed using the
absent owner's LPG cylinders. The relatively good houses of
the Dalits were an eyesore to their enemies.
Gohana's Balmikis had, against daunting odds, emerged
from the depths of deprivation. They had created these houses
and assets over decades. With a kind of effort that much
of society might never understand. In these, they
invested not just their money but their emotions, passion, dreams,
and the future of their children. The death of those dreams,
the destruction of those assets, was achieved in hours.
Petrol cans and police connivance were all it took.
The State now offers each home Rs. 1 lakh as
compensation. A fraction of its losses. Forget tending to the trauma.
Note the manner in which the Dalits were `punished.' In true
feudal tradition, an individual offence became a collective
crime. A Dalit is alleged to have killed someone. All Dalits in
his basti must pay the price. The due course of law gets
dumped.The caste panchayat reigns higher than the courts.
It was in the same State a few years ago that police
battered little Usha, also a Balmiki, in Jind. The girl, not
yet in her teens, was helping her mother clean a local school.
The school headmistress accused her of stealing a gold chain. Not
content with thrashing the frail child herself, she called in
the Haryana police. Meanwhile, the chain was found. The
headmistress had merely mislaid it. The family got the
girl back, unconscious, badly bruised and with teeth
broken.
We could, of course, say "that's Haryana." And there
would even be an element of truth in it. Except that the
same prejudices work in many ways across most of the
country. Chunni Lal Jatav, a survivor of the Kumher massacre in
Rajasthan, once put it famously. "All the judges of
the Supreme Court do not have the power of a single police
constable. That constable makes or breaks us. The
judges can't re-write the laws and have to listen to learned
lawyers of both sides. A constable here simply makes his own
laws. He can do almost anything." With state and society winking at
him, he pretty much can.
And those committing crimes against Dalits know they
have a great chance of getting away with it. State
Governments have dropped countless cases filed against upper caste
offenders under the Scheduled Castes and Scheduled Tribes
(Prevention of Atrocities) Act of 1989. Kalyan Singh's BJP Government
in Uttar Pradesh dropped such cases in thousands. A move
quickly emulated by the Shiv Sena regime in Maharashtra. Later
governments did not reinstate these cases.
In Tamil Nadu, Dalits have been forced out of elected
office even in reserved panchayats. In Melavalavu, the Dalit
panchayat president's head was severed and thrown into
a well. Dalits in Dravidian Land, an excellent book by
Frontline's S. Viswanathan, paints a powerful picture of Dalit life
in that State.
Oddly, whether it's Gohana, or Jhajar before it, discussion on
these issues seldom links up to those other, ongoing
debates. For instance, that on reservation. No link is seen
between any of this and the debates on social justice. On present
SC / ST quotas. Or on the call for quotas in the private
sector. Gohana actually has people who gained, if modestly,
from reservation.
Against huge odds, Gohana's Balmikis snapped their
chains. They educated their children. This is not easy. In
schools, their boys and girls face the taunts of `upper' caste
peers. (Across the country, large numbers of Dalit pupils
drop out of school to escape such humiliation.) First, society
places them under inhuman handicaps. Then we demand a "level
playing field" against them in jobs and education.
The children of manual scavengers and other poor
people return each evening to homes without electricity. And so
cannot study in the way other kids can. They go back to homes
without good books. They cannot afford "tuitions." They have no
"connections" to land them jobs or seats. In the face
of these odds, their achievements are admirable. A true level
playing field could actually tilt the balance in their favour.
For it would start by ending their handicaps. But look at the
fury stoked by the mere idea of private colleges setting
asideseats for such people. (Never mind that the Supreme
Court judgement allows such colleges to create quotas for
rich NRIs.)
Yet, Gohana's Dalits have achieved something more.
Dalits in Haryana are now stepping into the public space in a
way not seen too often. And Dalit women appear to be in the
forefront of the protests. There is a lot of pressure on the
government to act. The Congress' own Dalit MLAs are in the hot
seat. All this is good. Yet there is a much larger house on
fire. If only we could see it.
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this article appeared in THE HINDU,Sept. 6, 2005
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By Marjorie Cohn
t r u t h o u t | Perspective
Saturday 03 September 2005
http://www.truthout.org/docs_2005/090305Y.shtml
The Politics of Displacement
Will the "New" New Orleans be Black?
By GLEN FORD