Saturday, 7 October 2023

THE VICTORY OF AN UNTOUCHABLE

            THE VICTORY OF AN UNTOUCHABLE
               (From the Pages of History)
              The Reader's Digest- March 1950
-            Condensed from Christian Herald Blake Clark.

     

(Note: This article appeared in The Reader's Digest- March 1950. It was typed out by Mr. Bhagwan Das. I found these six pages in the documents of Bhagwan Das. From it, we can imagine how much Mr. Bhagwan Das laboured to preserve literature about Dr. Ambedkar. It was the same devotion which made Mr. Bhagwan Das to collect speeches of Dr. Ambedkar in the shape of four volumes as “Thus Spoke Ambedkar Vol. I-4.” It was done by him in the sixties when no other book except “Life and Mission of Dr. Ambedkar by Dhananjay Keer” was available in the market. We are highly indebted to Mr. Bhagwan Das for this historical work. - SR Darapuri)

         

The inspiring story of how India's present Law Minister won human rights for himself and thousands of other former outcastes. After swallowing insults for centuries, India's 45 million lowly Untouchables - one-eighth of the country's population are breaking their shackles of economic slavery and social degradation. At their head is handsome, jet-eyed, 56-year-old Bhimrao Ramji Ambedkar, present Law Minister of India. Himself an Untouchable, and he had dedicated his life to a fight for his people's rights.
Four thousand years ago Aryan invaders divided India into four Hindu castes. At the top of the ladder, they placed the Brahmans, who were the priests and scholars; on the second rung were the Kashatriyas, the rulers and warriors; on the third were the Vaisyas, the artisans, and merchants; the lowest rung was occupied by the Sudras, unskilled labourers whose destiny was to serve the other three castes. Below them, not even given a place on the ladder, were the outcastes, the Untouchables. Their doom was to do India's most offensive work, such as sweeping dung from the streets and cleaning latrines. Some lucky Untouchables became curers of rawhide, grass cutters, basketmakers, and wool combers. They cringed as they salaamed; they stepped into the mud to allow others to pass.
A man's caste determined how he lived from the cradle to the grave even whom he married, whose house he could enter; no one could rise to a higher level than the caste into which he was born. And the caste Hindu could not risk his chances for promotion in the next life by contact with an Untouchable. Sometimes even an outcaste’s shadow was supposed to defile the soul of a Brahman.
Ambedkar's father was fortunate enough to serve in the British army. He then settled in Satara in the Bombay Presidency because the local teacher agreed to get the boy Bhimrao to attend classes. Bhimrao was the only Untouchable among the 500 grade-school students. He spent the years isolated in a far corner of his classroom, although he was the brightest boy in the class. The teacher would not touch his "polluted" exercise book or let him recite it. As water is considered one of the most easily tainted commodities, when Bhimrao was thirsty the teacher called a servant who turned on the tap for the stream to fall into the lad's upturned mouth. At recess, while the other boys played cricket, Bhimrao could only stand at a distance and watch.
Despite almost overwhelming handicaps, Bhimrao won a competitive scholarship and entered Elphinstone High School in Bombay. It was a public school, under British rule, and he had to be accepted. But the prejudice continued. In the classroom was a movable blackboard. The boys left their lunches on its platform. During a geometry lesson one day the teacher told Bhimrao to go to the board. A roar of protest went up from the class: "He will spoil our lunches!" Every student ran to the platform and retrieved his food. Then the tainted boy could demonstrate his theorem, defiling nothing but the chalk.
As Bhimrao grew older he learned more about caste. Untouchables were forced to work for some Hindus; they could not bargain over wages but had to accept what the master offered. Every Indian city and village had its Untouchable ghetto, where large families frequently lived in one room, slept on the floor, and shared a single toilet and water tap with as many as 150 people. Bhimrao's resentment grew. "Education" he said to his father one day, "could rescue our people from the depths.".
Far away from the slums, in his vast turreted palace, the nighty Gaekvar of Baroda somehow heard of Bhim Rao Ambedkar. He had assisted other promising individuals from the Depressed Classes, and now he made it possible for this zealous student to finish college in Bombay, then to sail for further study in the United States.
On his first day at Columbia University young Ambedkar was deeply stirred by two new experiences. He dined in a cafeteria on a basis of complete equality with other students; and he was given a room in a dormitory where he shared the shower room, lounge and drinking fountain with everyone else.
Few students on any campus have ever exhibited such a voracious appetite for knowledge. He became absorbed in history, anthropology, sociology, psychology, and economics. When he received the degree of Doctor of Philosophy in 1917, he had more than double the credits required,
After further study in London and in Germany, Ambedkar returned to Baroda, where he learned from the Gaekvar that he was to be groomed for the Job of Finance Minister. The Accountant General assigned him a desk. Soon a clerk carrying papers for him came down the aisle. In front of Ambedkar's desk was a carpet, an excellent conductor of contamination. Standing at its far edge, the messenger flung his bundle at the desk. That was the last work Ambedkar received. After six days of mortifying idleness, he asked his superior's permission to spend his days in the public library.
Then one morning as Ambedkar was leaving hie room at an inn he saw a dozen Parsis members of a select caste armed with clubs coming up the stairway. "Get out! Get out!" they shouted. He fled for his life. Unable to find lodgings, he wrote to the Gnekvar, who referred him to the Prime Minister. But the Prime Minister, the highest official in the state told him "Sorry, I can do nothing."
Except for odd jobs answering correspondence, one of India's best-educated men lived in Bombay for the next year and a half unemployed, poverty-stricken, and miserable. Finally, he became a professor of political economy at Sydenham College, where he worked only long enough to save money for further study in England. In 1923 he returned to Bombay a barrister with a doctorate of science from the London School of Economics. His treatise, "The Problem of the Rupee," was acclaimed by economists the world over.
But, to appear before the High Court, a barrister had to have his brief drafted by a solicitor of the same caste. As Ambedkar was the first Untouchable to enter the profession, no one would do this work for him. He took up practice in the District Court, where this rule did not apply. In cases of appeal to the High Court, clients tried to persuade solicitors to assist him, but to no avail. Finally, a Brahman friend who needed the money agreed to help him. Immediately the other barrister boycotted the Brahman and vigorously opposed Ambedkar.
Stubbornly he fought back. Once he said, shaking his fist at a group trying to disbar him, "Someday I will sit on this bench and you will call me 'My Lord. ‘ He might have fulfilled this prophecy in 1942 when he was offered a judgeship, but he declined the appointment to accept a post on the Viceroy's Executive Council.
Ambedkar started a weekly vernacular newspaper, now called Janta (The People). Each Saturday afternoon, in every Bombay Untouchable tenement, illiterates eagerly gathered around a fortunate one who could read and listen to Ambedkar's editorials. Assailing caste for its economic inefficiency, he urged Untouchable boys to take jobs different from those of their fathers.
To help working-class boys and girls go to college, Ambedkar formed the People's Education Society, which canvassed for funds and leased a deserted army barracks in downtown Bombay. There, at Siddharth College, 2600 of all castes now, receive a full-fledged university education from a faculty of nearly 150 well-qualified professors. Having observed at Columbia American students' healthy regard for working one's way through college, Ambedkar introduced the same idea to India. Classes begin at 7:30 and, except for laboratory courses, are over by 10:30, leaving time for students to put in a day's work in the office or mill.
Appointed as a Labor Member in the Governor General's Executive Council in 1942, Ambedkar persuaded the government to earmark 300,000 rupees a year for scholarships to send Untouchables abroad for study. The first 30 students, educated in England and the United States, are now back in India at work as engineers, teachers, and lawyers. Even more far-reaching in its effect was his success in getting 12 per cent of the posts in government service reserved for qualified Untouchables.
Some ideas of the Untouchables' loyalty to Ambedkar may be judged by their response to his first political campaign when he was a candidate for the Bombay Legislative Assembly in 1947. Long before daybreak on election morning thousands of Untouchables, their loose cotton dhotis flapping about their legs, were striding through the dark from district villages into Bombay. By 6 a.m. they were at the voting booths, waiting for them to open.
In this district Hindus far outnumber Untouchables. But while 30 percent of the qualified Hindu voters came to the polls, 80 percent of the Untouchables appeared, and Ambedkar received more votes than any other elected assemblyman but one. *Nothing can stop him" observed a foreigner long resident in India. "He has the power of incorruptibility".
Looking like a serious bespectacled Roman Senator in his immaculate white Indian robes, Ambedkar still lives a simple life. His wife is a physician of the Brahman caste.
Ambedkar is now engaged in perhaps creating a constitution for the biggest task in India - a new republic. As chairman of the constitution drafting committee, he must defend each article before the Constituent Assembly, which must ratify it. A dramatic moment in Ambedkar’s career came on November 29, 1948, when he introduced Article 11, the fulfilment of a lifetime dream. Slowly, in commanding tones, he pronounced it: "Untouchability is abolished and its practice in any form is forbidden ... and shall be punishable in accordance with law." In a unanimous standing vote, the entire Assembly roared its applause.
Ambedkar would be the last to claim that he abolished the slavery of Untouchability single handed. Gandhi was a most potent force; largely through his work, the 7 temples are now open to Untouchables. Industrialization, too, with its enforced mingling, has blurred caste lines in the cotton and jute mills. Now, in many cities, the Untouchables eat in the same restaurant with caste Hindu enters the same barbershop, rides the same bus, sends his children to the same school. Last year several thousand Untouchables married outside their group. Even in the villages, some small progress is under way; but the fight for equality in rural areas has been hard.
The very fact that the Untouchables themselves, after centuries of a steadily ingrained inferiority complex, are now taking the initiative in their own cause is encouraging. And their leader is not afraid of adversity. After all, "he says, "kites rise against, not with, the wind!"

Sunday, 9 July 2023

AT THE FEET OF THE MASTER: ENCOUNTERS WITH DR. AMBEDKAR - Bhagwan Das

 

AT THE FEET OF THE MASTER: ENCOUNTERS WITH DR. AMBEDKAR
- Bhagwan Das 


My father was very fond of reading newspapers. When his eye-sight began to fail at a very young age of 43-44, I had to read out a paper for him daily in the evening. I was just about sixteen when he died. While still very young he used to talk very fondly about Dr. Ambedkar which many people in our circle pronounced as `Umeedkar'. They knew little about the construction and origin of Maharashtrian names. But `Umeedkar' to us meant something more than a mispronounced name. It meant "harbinger of hope'— 'Umeed lane wala'. Some two months after my father's death Dr. Ambedkar, then Labour Member in Viceroys Executive Council visited Simla in connection with some official work. Many people called on him at his official residence. I was also one of them. Accompanied by Mr. Rangaswamy Lingason, Executive Engineer, Rangoon who was temporarily employed under the Central Public Works Deptt. I called on Dr. Ambedkar. Mr. Lingason did not like to take me inside because he was afraid lest be should displease Doctor Saheb. I sat outside the bungalow which had been white-washed and furnished overnight. Mr. Barker, a Youngman who worked as personal assistant to Dr. Ambedkar asked me to wait for some time. Mr. Massey, Personal Assistant, did not feel very happy but did not outrightly refuse permission. Of these gentlemen Mr. Lingason died premature death while posted as Executive Engineer at Madras. Borker died in an air accident. Mr. Massey lives in retirement at Karnal. 
 
I was employed in the C.P.W.D. and was desirous of getting transferred under the Department of Labour. I waited for seven hours sitting outside the bungalow and then late in the evening I was ushered in by Mr. Barker. That was my first meeting with the greatest man of our community our leader, our master and guide. I spoke for a few minutes and he asked me about my parents and education and what I was doing then. He was getting ready to go to Khan Bahadur Mushtaq Ahmed Gurmani's place where he had been invited for dinner. It was a brief interview but my joy at meeting the 'leader', ‘Umeedkar' knew no bounds. Had my father been alive I would have been talking throughout the night about my visit. But he had been dead more than one and half months. There was nothing to learn but to observe and understand, in this short interview. 
 
Again, I met him at Bombay in 1945 after my return from Burma front where I served with the R.A.F. on a Radar Unit. I had been visiting him in the company of other men, mostly political leaders but kept my mouth shut and ears open. Lastly, I was taken to Dr. Ambedkar by Mr. Shiv Dayal Singh Chaurasia in 1953. Mr. Chaurasia introduced me as a young man very fond of reading and a serious student of our problems. Kind and courageous words but how could they impress an intellectual giant. He was taking down some notes in his own hand, sitting huddled up in a high legged chair, a peculiarity in `26 Alipore Road'. He preferred to take notes with his own pen and enjoyed doing so. He gave an impression that he did not like our visit and started castigating the younger generation. 
 
'Look, I work here for thirteen hours at a stretch. Youngmen of today waste their time in wild title tattle. This was followed by a diatribe against young men in Hindi. `Kona men khara ho kar bidi pita hai. Sham ko chhokri ko baju me le kar cinema jata hai.’There was a point in that and an irrefutable charge. Many young men of our age do nothing excepting enjoying the fruits of someone else's labour. Mr. Chaurasia mentioned something about the dissenting note which he proposed to write on the Backward Classes Commission Report. He chided Mr Chaurasia, "I know your chairman, Kaka Kalelkar. I know what you people are capable of..."
Once again, we met to discuss this report of the Commission, and the conversation digressed to some other subject not - directly related to Backward Classes Commission. 
 
This was the beginning of a new phase of our relation. I visited him more often, offered my services, and stole opportunities to discuss the problems which troubled my mind.
I was reading a book on archaeology. He showed his interest and put me a question snatching away the book frog my hand," Why are you studying archaeology?
'In order to understand anthropology and sociology better', I replied. "I did not read archaeology", he interjected. `True Sir, but I feel some difficulty in comprehending the first three chapters of any book on anthropology and sociology. Besides this, Sir I have not had the opportunity of studying these subjects under the guidance of a teacher. With that the book was gone and he was lost in himself. He returned that book after some five days.
 
Taking courage in my hand I sought permission to peep into his library. He had asked me earlier to arrange the books in a proper order sorting out subject-wise and placing them in a manner so that he may not have to spend much time in searching for the required books. There were 14000 books on diverse Subjects in this library. But at the same time, he did not like anybody to peep into his library. " My wife is very chary about my books"' he said. He jealously guarded his books. He could borrow and did borrow but not prepared to lend. I knew his love for books and the difficulty of Libraries in Delhi had in recalling them from Babasaheb. I could not 'be easily put off, so he started narrating a story. "Look, I tell you a story. There was Padre who conducted a Sunday School for children. After the prayer meeting was over, he entertained these children with tea and snacks. One day one of the children quietly disappeared from-the dining table. Bishop went looking for this child and found him standing beside an almirah containing Bishop's books. Hungrily and fondly, he was peering through a picture book. Seeing the Bishop standing behind him, the child turned his head and enquired, "Is this your book? "Yes, my son" replied Bishop. "May I borrow it? Bishop snatched the book away from the child, placed back in the almirah and quickly shut the door. 'This is how this library has been built my son," he said and lead the child back to the dining table. We laughed and laughed and request was drowned in the laughter.