Two favorite talks

A lot on my mind is about the written world and untold stories of dalits. A lot more on what has and is written about the dalit woman. I recall Toni Morrison’s interview somewhere and this statement that stays with me always “i wrote for myself stories that i wanted to read”. The last week’s angst ridden talk and counter talk about what has and should be written about the dalit woman, meandering into some kind of mindlessness of ignoring the fact that all kinds of stories needs to be written in this gigantic vacuum. Doesn’t matter whether i sympathize with the broken unwanted or sexually exploited image of the dalit woman or end up romanticizing the image of a woman on whose knowledge, strength and stamina this country like Africa and any other agriculture based economy survives.  Or write about Dalit women in cities who take charge of ‘brahmanization’ of their families. This is the truth. And it needs to be told, if anyone has the capacity of understanding the reasons why she opts for and uses this strategy please lets us hear it without the need to condemn or hide from it. Our stories may have similarities with women from oppressed communities all over the world, if some one can draw on these parallels, wonderful! Our stories will be unique in the kind of negotiations that we make as aspects of caste society are unique to this world, we know this and one or some of us  may focus to dwell on these. Bottom line we need many stories. Lets write and hear them.

Leave you with two people who inspire me, listen to them to know why there is no need to worry about what image gets written, that it is written and that many more are written BY US is important:

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie on the danger of a single story.

And Wole Soyinka on stories written by drawing from people and experience and not from previously read literature and styles, among other things:

Statue of Udadevi

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This was to continue the discussion here, but became too long for a comment.

The dalit women heroes of the 1857 Rebellion have become symbols of dalit assertion and pride. They have become the icons of the castes to which they belong, and it is become a political compulsion of various political parties especially the BSP, to use their myths to politically mobilize the members of these castes. In Dalit political discourse, myths of different castes are also being used to consolidate all the dalit castes and create a homogenous metanarrative. One such legendary character who is claimed to have played a significant role in 1857 Rebellion alongside Begum Hazrat Mahal of Lucknow and who has become the icon of the Pasi community, but whose aura encompasses all the Dalit castes, is Udadevi. She is one of the hero of the 1857 Dalit heroes who has been taken over by the BSP to develop the image of Mayavati, who is claimed to be her incarnation.

Richard Connerney recounts her story:

….. There British forces met desperate resistance of rebels who fortified the position. In the sanguineous battle that followed, over 2,000 rebels and many soldiers lost their lives in hand-to-hand combat.

After the British overran Sikandarbag, an officer noted that many of the British casualties had bullet wounds indicating steep, downward trajectory. Suspecting that a sniper remained hidden in the pipal tree, British officers fired at the tree and dislodged a rebel who fell to the ground with a thud, dead. Further investigation revealed that the rebel was, in fact, a low-caste woman named Udadevi Pasi, who had donned men’s clothing to participate in the uprising.

Back to issue at hand, that is, iconization of Mayavati, Badri Narayan tells it like this:

There were cut outs, posters and hoardings showing Udadevi standing beside Mayavati, at roadsides and important sites before the 2004 parliamentary elections. The story of her brave deeds and heroic achievements during the 1857 Rebellion were narrated by different BSP leaders at election rallies in various places around Lucknow where her myth was popular, to highlight the glorious history of dalits. While these stories were narrated mainly at rallies that were held in Pasi hamlets to arouse the caste identity of the Pasis, they were also narrated during rallies held collectively for all dalit castes in particular regions adjoining Lucknow. The telling and retelling of the Myth of Udadevi transforming into an icon for dalit assertion that is being used by the BSP for the political mobilization of the dalits.

The part that is fascinating and heart wrenching is the way the image of Udadevi was created.

It was created in 1953 as part of the NBRI’s initiative to build a museum based on the history of Lucknow, A painter was commissioned to paint her image based on the description of Udadevi in the narratives collected by the botanist N. N Kaul.  Following this a cement statute was made based on the image in NBRI, this was not made well and soon started cracking. Unskilled laborers were called in to fill in the cracks but in the process the image got distorted. Later when BSP wanted to build her statues and print her portrait in posters they picked up this distorted image. That is why the statue at NBRI grossly differs from the roadside statues.

This is so poignant to me, along with a burden of forced amnesia, which completely eliminates the memory of the role the dalits played in the Independence struggles and continue playing in nation building activities, is the tucked in history we have contributed. When a chance presented itself for the resurrection of one such memory; poor choice, material and attitude bequeaths us a distorted image! These stories also reminds each one of us, of other heroes, known only to a small handful, often only in oral form. They forcibly make us conscious of all our current heroes who have kept the struggle going on with such meagre resources, but with unending determination. As, are we the internet accessing ‘other voices’ in every way are also ‘heroes’ with our own set of anxieties, confronting our own set of unique hostilities, we continue to extend upon the history of resistance. The additional responsibility we carry, comes with the knowledge that we are doing so on a full stomach, unlike many of our counterparts in Dalitwadas in villages and city slums. Stories in rural India of young people handwriting pamphlets, xeroxing copies and delivering them on foot and cycles, can be heard everywhere. Most often done after a long day at work, in dimly lit huts, shops and under streetlights, often in the face of hostility, quite often on hungry stomachs. We can never lose our hard won ability to question incessantly every notion that hinders the possibility of well being of all our people and we do that by questioning ourselves in the same light.

If I gain access to resources how am I going to use it? I have so many issues to address. Historical amnesia is one of them. How do I prioritize?

Statues are important. They are symbolic in a million ways, most especially in the stories that remain untold. To have all our stories come alive we need resources, however, access to resource remains elusive. The rare times when access is possible, balance and forethought is needed while attempting to utilize it. Fear that this access will disappear should never lead us into paths which lets us forget the spirit of our dead heroes, for they did what they did, for their progeny –us. Or overdosing on ideas that might let us negate the tireless efforts of our living heroes in dalitwadas, slums and offices. It would be the most painful hurt we would deliver to the memories of the past and efforts of the present, if we started to transform into them , in thought or action.

Image: from cover of booklet 1857 A.D Kee Amar Shaeed, Veerangana Udadevi (The Brave Udadevi, immortal martyr of 1857 A.D. )

Sources: 1) The Upside-down tree, Richard Connerney.

2) Women Heroes and Dalit Assertion in North India, culture, identity and politics, Badri Narayan.

‘to write or not’ By thindi

The moment we recognize the instrumental value of alphabet, history, writing and knowledge, we have moved in a direction that is scarcely healing to the soul. The care of the community/self requires a discipline that doesn’t objectify knowledge but allows for examining our conscience. The Greeks have used writing for the purposes of examining consciences and the Muslims have trained themselves in ethical audition (even when they listen to tape recorded versions of hadith sermons).The various pilgrimages (that I missed) during vacation was for Apa an effort to buy acceptance in the new community (friends/colleagues in bureaucracy ). It was moral cleansing and improvement that he thought was lacking within the community he belonged. G’s antipathy towards that gesture partially drove him to consecrate the secular icon of Ambedkar. For Ambedkar, Hinduism didn’t provide scope for moral and ethical improvement and I would be surprised if G’s initiative was not premised on this analytical ground. P’s nuanced sensibilities quickly rejected the secular icon and therefore his initiative to search for the local, family deity. Perhaps, his own circumstances may not have allowed him to displace a transcendental deity to a secular one. Ambedkar cannot provide solace to providential questions like death, illness and misfortune and there lies the social utility of the local deity. This microcosmic understanding (the herd) may provide an imaginative leap to the dilemma’s facing the pan-Indian Dalit community. For me, the Dalit community is not yet formed. This is informed by a certain idea of ‘natality’, the birth of the improbable. What we have now is a state imagined community(SC/ST), which is an impoverished conception devoid of the possibilities of becoming something new. This community exists for the purpose of making and administering policies. Our energies, I may be completely wrong, should be directed towards contemplating the improbable, finding a language for an object that doesn’t exist. There is no mirror through which I can see myself and hence I do not know what is the most desirable image of myself and the community I belong. It may be plausible to argue that the act of consecrating Krishna, Ambedkar and the local deity to the consecration of this blog: they are exercises of a sort meant to create an inner history, of creating and experiencing a depth that modernity erodes on a day to day basis.

(though this post was initially a comment on Valli’s beauty, I moved it as a separate post, as it addresses various other pertinent issues, with T’s approval ? -anu)