How Mallah Women Fought Caste Hierarchy and Sex Slavery

In Bihar, over 5000 fisherwomen run 13 cooperatives, and own rights to 150 ponds. To achieve this, they have had to rebel against oppressive landlords; compel the government to change the law in their favour; and reclaim their identity as fishers.

Gladstone Scion to Apologise for Slavery: Can Indian Upper Castes Too Look Within?

That Western capitalism had its first roots in the expropriation of slave labour is of course by now an established fact of history. Mr Gladstone’s conscientious lead is admirable, one that many others could emulate – even in the former colonies.

When the late Edward Said’s pathbreaking book, Orientalism, came out in 1976 (coinciding with the conclusion of my doctoral work in America), the academic world was taken by storm; unsurprisingly, less in the Western world, more among us in the erstwhile colonies.

And, justly enough.

The book detailed how the colonising West had first succeeded in “constructing” a view of the Arabs, especially as a wild, sexually overcharged, violent species of the human race, all on one stroke of an uncritical, sectarian, theoretical brush, and then proceeded to justify the predatory “civilising mission” of the white race.

That this was a ruse in large part to expropriate the oil and other resource-rich regions of the Middle East in an imperialist pattern since made sentient by sheaves of progressive scholarship, was thus demonstrated by Said, a Palestinian Christian professor at Columbia University with more than an interest merely in English literary studies.

Edward Said (left) meeting pianist and conductor Darren Barenboim in Sevilla, Spain, 2002. Photo: Barenboim-Said Akademie/ CCO 1.0.

One recalls how the thesis sent many of us here in the Indian academe into a tizzy of conferencing (to use the American word for seminar). Suddenly, to be intellectually avant-garde was to be familiar with Orientalism and to know how to get back “in theory” at the wicked West.

Always a ditherer away from the trend of the day, I recall suggesting in one or two seminars how one of the things this book could make possible for us was to examine our own Orientalisms within our own national history.

For example, we could begin to explore how upper caste elites, had in this country similarly “constructed” in venerated cultural-theological texts congenial views of the downtrodden castes and tribal communities – indeed of other social segments of the populace as well, including religious minorities – and used those constructions to keep in place the propertied hegemony of minority rule.

Such constructions had for centuries deemed the vast majority, women included, as unsuited for intellectual pursuits, and thus useful only in subordinate situations to aid the glory of the land, which resided chiefly in the attainments of the twice-born.

Alas, in the frenzy set in motion by Said’s book, only a laggard handful seemed to find these ruminations worthy of foregrounding by linking our own explorations to Said’s theoretical contribution.

I am of course here referring primarily to scholarship from within the literary studies fraternity.

Now, as we write, news comes that a Gladstone scion has proclaimed their resolve to apologise for slavery, and, presumably, for the riches made off slave labour.

That Western capitalism had its first roots in the expropriation of slave labour is of course by now an established fact of history.

Just to remind ourselves, there are other (not just the Gladstone clan), very distinguished families in England, America and Europe whose pelf owes massively to the trans-Atlantic slave trade.

Besides, hallowed academic institutions like Oxford and Yale, and prized scholarships to their halls and classrooms likewise owe their grandeur to moneys made by “gentlemen” like Mr. Rhodes and Mr. Yale from the very same trade.

Clearly, Mr Gladsone’s conscientious lead is admirable, one that many others could emulate.

Internalising the lesson

But, again, the point remains: Are we in the erstwhile colonies who are gratified by such gestures willing to internalise a lesson from such historic initiatives?

Are we willing likewise to apologise to our Bahujan Indians (set down in Brahminical texts as Shudras and Untouchables and rated below some choice animals in significance) for the atrocities vented on them over unconscionable millennia?

If it be argued that modern India has, after all, constitutionally outlawed untouchability, so has the Western world abolished slavery and racial discrimination in the books.

Yet, some there are coming forward to apologise, perhaps in the hope that such an initiative might aid those who fight the continuance in practice of racial discrimination in the West.

And who says untouchability has in practice ended in India?

Think of the honourable judge who had the entire court premises “purified” with waters from the holy Ganges because his predecessor had been a Dalit.

If that is about an officer of a court, we may well imagine what transpires among local communities; indeed, sections of the so-nationalist media still, thankfully, make bold to report occurrences of that sort.

Are we willing to apologise to legions of our widowed women for the unconscionable collective crime of having sat them on burning pyres on the authority of fake and mischievous knowledge so that their claim to family property could be erased?

Are we willing to apologise to a wide segment of our minorities for constantly “othering” them so that they are “constructed” as inauthentic nationals undeserving of full and non-discriminatory citizenship rights, and of full and perceived equality before the law?

Are we willing to apologise to millions of our children who remain doomed to labour over interminable hours in shops, dhabas, dinghies and airless factories in sidelanes in town after town, even as the constitution outlaws such labour, robbing them of their fundamental right to education and health?

Are we willing to apologise to the vast majority of our population for blaming them for their so-called infirmities which actually result from the path of “development” we have chosen to pursue in contravention of the provisions of Article 39 of the constitution which enjoins that there be no monopolisation of wealth, minimal inequality of incomes, and which denotes “we the people” as the true owners of national resources?

And so on.

Edward Said and Gladstone have done nobly by their own people.

Any takers in India, that is Bharat?

Netherlands: King May Apologise for Slave Trade, but What Lies Ahead?

King Willem-Alexander is expected to make a formal apology to mark 160 years since the Netherlands abolished slavery. This could nudge European leaders closer to reparations.

For the second time in six months, Amsterdam district counsellor Vayhishta Miskin is braced for a historic occasion that may long have seemed unthinkable to many people of Surinamese descent like her.

After Dutch Prime Minister Mark Rutte apologised for the tiny country’s slave-trading past and pledged €200 million for educational initiatives in December, King Willem-Alexander is widely expected to follow suit on Saturday, July 1, according to local media.

“What people told me is that they felt emotional about the prime minister’s apology because these were words people were waiting for since 1863,” Miskin told DW‘s Christine Mhundwa in the Dutch capital this week, referring to the date when the Netherlands abolished slavery by law. “It’s a first step in order for us to move forward and heal as a society.”

Prime Minister of the Netherlands- Mark Rutte
Photo: Twitter/@MinPres

July 1 marks 150 years since the de facto end, and 160 years since the official abolition, of Dutch-organised slavery in the Caribbean. The occasion is known as Keti Koti, or Broken Chains Day, in the former colony of Suriname.

Willem-Alexander has not given any indications of exactly what he will say. But in Miskin’s neighbourhood of Amsterdam South-East, where many locals have roots in former colonies like Suriname and the Dutch Antilles, the bigger question for many is what comes after.

In fact, the community has held meetings to discuss precisely that question. “What people told us is that they need the wrongs and the injustice that they experienced in the past and still continue in the present day to be nullified,” Miskin said.

“Even if we receive an apology from the king, what does it mean?” she added. “What people really need is for their children to have a professional education, their children to get a job,” she said, pointing to ongoing inequality in one of the world’s richest countries.

A dark chapter remembered

At the height of its colonial era, the Netherlands presided over a huge global trade network as one of the world’s major imperial powers. Over centuries, the Dutch were responsible for about 5% of the overall transatlantic slave trade, buying and shipping close to 600,000 enslaved people from Africa to Caribbean colonies as well as other European colonies across the Americas.

Enslaved Africans were also forcibly moved to Dutch colonies in the Indian Ocean, like present-day Indonesia, and enslaved Balinese or Javanese were transported to modern-day South Africa.

Overall, 15% of those taken from Africa to the Americas in the transatlantic trade did not survive the abysmal ship conditions of the crossing, not to mention the many, many more who died before they had even left Africa.

The survivors and their descendants faced a brutal plantation life of hard labour and often violent punishment for perceived insubordination. The Dutch were one of the last European nations to end slavery in colonial territories.

Dutch Mauritius and First African slaves from Madagascar in the early 1640s. Photo: Wikimedia Commons/Fenous/CC BY-SA 4.0.

To commemorate this dark chapter, a ceremony involving the King and marking the start of a memorial year is planned in Amsterdam’s Oosterpark. The Keti Koti festival celebrating Surinamese emancipation, anticipated to be larger than usual this year, will be held at Amsterdam’s Museumplein.

Frederick Douglass’s Ideas Should Be Studied – Especially Now

Nick Bromell’s new book powerfully conveys how integral he was to the shaping of modern America. Now that race is again at the very top of the political agenda, we are all the more in need of his words.

Frederick Douglass is one of the outstanding figures of American history. Full stop. Yet he is too often seen more narrowly as a key figure in the Black US history – important but still on the margins of America’s political thinkers.

A Google search reveals 13 million sites relevant to Douglass’s life and work, as well as numerous books and articles on the same. Nevertheless, Douglass remains relatively under-recognised. Hence, this fine new volume on Douglass’s political philosophy is a welcome and innovative addition.

It is also very timely – when race is again at the very top of the political agenda, even if submerged in the coded language and politics of election fraud and gerrymandering, or the politics of abortion, the unequal and continuing effects of the COVID-19 pandemic, climate change, and rising levels of income and political inequality.

Ironically, it is Douglass’s favoured political party (the Republican party of Abraham Lincoln), that, under Donald Trump’s incendiary spell, is the standard bearer of the return of racist politics and theories including the Great Replacement theory. The work, ideas and political strategies of Frederick Douglass, Nick Bromell shows, were always and everywhere linked to practical politics, tactics and alliance-building strategies.

Douglass’s ideas are relevant today and should be studied and taken seriously by scholars, students, citizens and activists who want an approach that marries theory and practice to promote radical change in the United States (and, arguably, elsewhere too).

Bromell establishes the main lines of Douglass’s original contributions to political philosophy as rooted in his experience of enslavement but also as a fugitive from bondage as well as a free man. He used this philosophy to “promote Black political solidarity, to contest white racism, and to transform the nation’s understanding of democracy and democratic citizenship”.

Douglass’s project was nothing less than to reconstitute the US political system on multiracialism that would require decentring of whiteness and white power. Why? Because as it stood, America’s public philosophy could not explain why Americans were entitled to full citizenship, or suggest why any citizen would unite to form a political community. Nor did the existing philosophy empower or encourage citizens to unite against injustice.

These issues arose from the shortcomings and omissions of the Founding Fathers’ famous Declaration of Independence which failed to define who counted as a “man” and who did not. Thomas Jefferson et al took their own human-ness for granted and therefore counted as men – but what about those without such (white, elite) privilege? And why is every man so entitled? The Declaration was silent.

Secondly, where did natural rights liberalism stand on forming a political community beyond self-interest? What were the sources of community and solidarity according to the Declaration? Again, silence, and hence, citizens pragmatically sought to supplement sources of solidarity in racism, nationalism, and gender. This brought into the light the ghost in the American machine.

Finally, Douglass provided a theory of active citizenship that had to win and maintain rights and freedoms and not just be “endowed” with them from on high, as the founders had stated. But this, for Douglass, was a quiescent notion of citizenship, especially in the face of oppression, a notion that was either indifferent or resistant to expanding rights to excluded citizens. Rights endowed by elites could be taken away by elites.

Douglass’s philosophy effectively laid bare for all who would see that the surface of the Declaration and Constitution and Bill of Rights could seem open and democratic yet obscure anything approaching the basis of rights, of social solidarity against elite power, or the idea of an active citizenry defending and expanding democracy.

Hence, defeating slavery required more than abolition but a redefinition of politics and refounding of the entire political order to defeat white racism and establish a multiracial democracy. His personal experience of enslavement, as a fugitive, and a free man, were the sources of this new public philosophy, an innovation that has stood the test of time.

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Frederick Douglass was born enslaved (around 1817-18), escaped North to freedom, and went on to become a leading abolitionist, opponent of Northern racism, supporter of women’s voting rights, a leading author, editor, activist and political philosopher. He was even nominated to run for the vice presidency of the United States.

His public speeches drew large crowds, yet he was also physically assaulted on several occasions by white supremacists, but never cowed by them. Indeed, he outwitted and outfought them time and again. But almost everywhere in the United States, he had first to demonstrate to white audiences that he was indeed a human being, a man, with legitimate rights and freedoms. And above all, deserving of the dignity inherent in all human beings. He wanted to be seen.

When Douglass visited Britain and Ireland (in 1845) for example – he was treated for perhaps the first time in his life as a man and not as a Black man. He was elated with his reception wherever he spoke, and his British well-wishers even clubbed together to buy his freedom lest he be re-enslaved upon returning home.

Douglass expressed his astonishment thus:

“Eleven days and a half gone, and I have crossed three thousand miles of the perilous deep. Instead of a democratic government, I am under a monarchical government. Instead of the bright, blue sky of America, I am covered with the soft, grey fog of the Emerald Isle [Ireland]. I breathe, and lo! the chattel becomes a man. I gaze around in vain for one who will question my equal humanity, claim me as his slave, or offer me an insult. I employ a cab—I am seated beside white people—I reach the hotel—I enter the same door—I am shown into the same parlor—I dine at the same table—and no one is offended…. I find myself regarded and treated at every turn with the kindness and deference paid to white people. When I go to church, I am met by no upturned nose and scornful lip to tell me, ‘We don’t allow niggers in here!‘”

Douglass saw and condemned the utter poverty and famine that British colonial rule caused and presided over in Ireland and shared platforms with Irish nationalists, and was dubbed the Black American McConnell by the great Irish freedom fighter Daniel McConnell himself.

Even more profoundly, however, Douglass’s thinking was forever affected: he saw through the dark veil of race not as something natural and immutable, but as actively constructed, and therefore, changeable by human action and education. He saw a way through the walls and dark hard borderlines of white racism which helped him move towards a philosophy that was, ultimately, beyond race and rooted in humanity and dignity for all, rooted in self-respect, and therefore, respect for all.

It is this legacy that shines brightest from the many sources of enlightenment in Bromell’s carefully crafted study of one of America’s greatest public intellectuals, philosophers and activists.

‘The Powers of Dignity: The Black Political Philosophy of Frederick Douglass,’ Nick Bromell, Duke University Press, 2021.

This is why, in an otherwise outstanding analysis, the subtitle of Bromell’s book, The Powers of Dignity: The Black Political Philosophy of Frederick Douglass, raises a few issues of interest. I can understand that the subtitle confers an award of originality to the thought of Douglass as a Black man, formerly enslaved who, as a free man, crafted a system of thought, analysis and political action.

For some, the subtitle plays well into recognition of a great achievement of an African-American as an African American. And who can fundamentally challenge the need for such recognition given American history’s brutalities and white supremacy? And especially given that white supremacy remains alive and well and increasingly mainstreamed in the Trump-dominated far-right Republican Party?

Yet, it also further necessarily reinforces the racialisations of American life, further embedding and legitimising race as the core division – as opposed to or complementary to class and gender, for example – of American society and history. Be it as it may – Frederick Douglass might well have challenged the Black characterisation of his political thought or, more likely, at least held both views in tension, as was his way and a mark of his political and philosophical sophistication. In the end, and on reflection, Bromell’s book more than adequately expresses that tension of holding two views that would appear contradictory.

Douglass’s was a heroic and courageous life of struggle, with struggle as the essential source of the realisation of freedom, rights and human dignity, of the very meaning of freedom actually. Without struggle, rights are mere paper. To be alive rights must be exercised, lived, renewed and manifested –  democracy and freedom are not permanent or guaranteed by virtue of a written constitution or laws and, therefore, to be taken for granted. They must be lived and fought for by all – including whites upon whom liberty and rights appeared to be bestowed merely by virtue of their whiteness. His humane philosophy extended even to his enslavers – who are also enslaved within their own system of oppression.

But, the source of the manifestations of dignity lay within each person – to realise their human dignity one had to come to that position via struggle for dignity; and to the recognition that every human being was equal in their essence.

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Racism as a construction

In a very moving moment in Bromell’s study, Douglass speaks to the making of a brutal racist from one who was previously humane towards him when he was enslaved. Race and racism, Black and White identities, were a construction, not embedded in human nature. He describes how the new wife of his owner, a Mrs Auld, initially treated him as a human being and with respect, even teaching Douglass to read and write.

But though her husband forbade this progressive approach, Mrs Auld “lacked the depravity” required to dehumanise Douglass. She had to learn it, indicating her gradual corruption by “the fatal poison of irresponsible power”. As her husband prevailed, Mrs Auld learned first to deny Douglass access to books, and when he persisted in reading, to beat him with “utmost fury”, battling both him and her own conscience which knew she was wrong.

Beating Douglass was also suppressing that part of herself that recognised the harm she was doing to a fellow human being. She had constructed and became incarcerated in her own racist prison.

It was that construction of racialised identities that had made the American constitution and laws. Douglass’s outrage at this state is famously expressed in a speech he delivered on July 4, 1852, one of the most powerful and well known. “What have I, or those I represent, to do with your national independence? Are the great principles of political freedom and of natural justice, embodied in that Declaration of Independence, extended to us?…What, to the American slave, is your 4th of July? I answer; a day that reveals to him, more than all other days in the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is the constant victim” – You profess to believe, “that, of one blood, God made all nations of men to dwell on the face of all the earth,” “and hath commanded all men everywhere to love one another; yet you notoriously hate (and glory in your hatred) all men whose skins are not colored like your own”.

One of the most interesting things that Bromell brings out in his book is that Douglass’s philosophy was never one-sided, narrow or dogmatic. His approach was incisively analytical and held what might appear to be rival approaches or viewpoints in constructive tension. So, while he fought against white racists – physically and intellectually – and upheld the view of whites’ guilt, he did not succumb to the narrow confines of Black nationalism.

Interestingly, he also believed that to be free, Blacks had to organise themselves, separately from whites, at least for a time, because the poison of racism was too destructive to allow for multiracial organisations, even if that was the end goal of radical political change. Tactical separation, alliance building with whites, women, and others, within a constitution that could accommodate change and indeed was the inspiration for such radical transformations.

That stance put him at odds with many – black and white – at the time and indeed since then. Most importantly, it places Douglass’s thought in an intellectual movement that, while recognising race as the San Andreas fault in US society and history, rejects the idea that race is the only or even most significant core source of division, one that virtually unlikely ever to be overcome. It is rooted in the educability of white racists and the potential for united human progress. It challenges the claims of white racist theories in particular, and may explain why racial segregation is a preferred option of such racists. For keeping races apart is a way of reinforcing difference and preventing the recognition of Blacks’ essential humanity.

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In his speeches to white Americans, he frequently spoke in starkest terms of what it is to be enslaved, what it means in practice, what it feels like to be so brutalised and demeaned. “The crack you heard, was the sound of the slave-whip; the scream you heard, was from the woman you saw with the babe. Her speed had faltered under the weight of her child and her chains! That gash on her shoulder tells her to move on. Follow the drove to New Orleans. Attend the auction; see men examined like horses; see the forms of women rudely and brutally exposed to the shocking gaze of American slave-buyers. See this drove sold and separated forever; and never forget the deep, sad sobs that arose from that scattered multitude. Tell me citizens, WHERE, under the sun, you can witness a spectacle more fiendish and shocking. Yet this is but a glance at the American slave-trade, as it exists, at this moment, in the ruling part of the United States.”

By such means he tried both, and simultaneously, to show how far from innocent white Northern experience the Black enslaved were, and how the suffering of those so oppressed was so human as to build a bridge towards the whites’ conscience.

Bromell points out, citing Angela Davis’s insight, that Douglass advanced a radical analysis of freedom in the context of enslavement – as it worked upon both enslaved and enslaver. The enslaved are aware that for them “freedom is not a fact… is not a given, but rather something to be fought for… [T]he slavemaster… experiences his freedom as inalienable and thus as a fact”.

However, the enslaver remains unaware that “he too has been enslaved by his own system”. And, even more, whites’ freedom was contingent too – on more powerful whites seeking to concentrate their own domination at the expense of the mass of white Americans. It is, therefore, our duty to exercise freedom in practice, rather than revere it in laws and documents that cannot guarantee rights and freedoms, because politics and life is a struggle for power and dignity.

To Douglass, human dignity came before rights; it was the bedrock of a decent, humane and liberal society. Yet, to that end the means would necessarily have to be violent, or at least as violent as the circumstances required. By this Douglass meant defensive violence – against aggression, in self-defence. There could be “no peace without justice, and hence the sword”. His was a fighting, struggling, activist philosophy against the status quo.

“Power concedes nothing without a demand.” And “if there is no struggle, there is no progress”.

In the end, Douglass was asserting only his right, and rights of oppressed Black Americans, to be treated as human, in a white Christian republic, summed up in these heart-rending words: “Am I a man?” Was this not the question asked by Malcolm X and Martin Luther King, Jr. a century later? Was it not the plaintive cry in his dying moments of George Floyd, as police extinguished his last breath?

Bromell’s careful academic study of the sources in enslavement and in fugitive freedom of Douglass’s thought and politics is a work of effective and rigorous scholarship, ultimately original and persuasive in its principal claim of locating in the life and work of Douglass an original and still-relevant public political philosophy that, though using the conventional language of natural rights liberalism extended and indeed broke with its inherent limitations to fashion a philosophy of unity, solidarity, struggles against all forms of oppression and injustice in a democratic republic.

But the book is a lot more than what to many might appear a dry academic text: it powerfully conveys in Douglass’s own words the cry of the oppressed, articulated by one whose ideas were rooted in enslavement, in his life as a fugitive, and one who drew from his own struggles to develop, against all odds, a humane philosophy that looked at race and racism as essentially constructed, and therefore, conquerable through popular struggle.

Inderjeet Parmar is a professor of international politics at City, University of London, and a fellow of the Academy of Social Sciences. He is the author of several books including Foundations of the American Century. His Twitter handle is @USEmpire.

Documenting the Lives of Girmitiyas and Their Memory-Keepers

The scholars of the girmitiya experience are from India, not necessarily of India.

This article was written as a foreword to Girmitiya, edited by Brij Lal.

Early in his excursions among the peoples converted to Islam, Naipaul visits a sacred spot in West Sumatra: ‘a big dip in the volcanic land with a hot spring … where the Minangkabau people were said to have come out of the earth’. This visit induces the thought that the island where he grew up in the Caribbean had no place which Naipaul could identify with in a similar fashion: ‘the aboriginal people who knew about the scared places which had been destroyed on our island, and instead of them there were–in the plantation colony–people like us, whose sacred places were in other continents’.

The essays in this volume are as deeply personal as they are scholarly. Rooted in familial and societal pasts, these are no laments to a lost land and sacred places their fore-bearers forsook by ‘contracting’ to labour in an unknown country.  As in the case of apartheid South Africa, poignant recollections of lack, privation and racial discrimination inflect these engagé writings with a charge that is novel as it is revelatory.

‘We carry our history and heritage with us and it deeply shapes our professional lives and identities as adults’, writes  Goolam Vahed, co-author of Many Lives: 150 years of Being Indian in South AfricaMuslim Portraits: The Anti Apartheid Struggle  and  The South African Gandhi: Stretcher Bearer of Empire. Contra the advice of history dons in ancient and red-brick Universities, he avers: ‘I feel privileged to have worked on areas that have personal meaning to me’.  This is equally the case with Uma Dhupelia-Meshtrie’s sardonic commentary on the ‘Whites Only’ Archival repositories (and toilets) of Pitermaritzburg, which she mines and undermines to present portraits of Indians of all sorts–Gujarati traders  as  well as  ‘bare chested bone thin’ indentured labourers, with their identification numbers dangling from their necks–girmitiyas all, the eponymous characters of this book.

If history is a discipline of context, as E.P. Thompson, my lodestar and lodestar for several of the contributors to this volume once famously declared, a narrow view of that dictum will not do for Dhupelia-Meshtrie. For her, ‘visual images can be plucked from one context and given new meaning in a different context’. And she proceeds to do precisely that in her variegated Portrait of Indian South Africans. The inheritors of both these pasts–Indian as well as South African–reflect their personal and intellectual journeys: Kalpana Hira Lal, a ‘shy and traditional ‘Guji’ [Gujarati] girl that entered University for the first time in 1984’, ‘a barefooted child, born beyond the cane fields’, could aspire to and become ‘a historical linguist of the indentured experience’ (Rajend Meshtrie).

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With Clém Seecharan, (British Guiana), it is a sense of place that sublimates the girmitiyas’ rudderless political present, post the fall of Prime Minister Chedi Jagan, in Rohan Kanhai’s endearing batting square of the wicket. It says something of the swashbuckling elegance of Kanhai, from Seecharan’s home turf, that in early 1959 a nine-year old eagerly awaited the arrival of this one-down batsman to the crease at the Delhi cricket ground. I was thrilled to know that Kanhai was an Indian name, a riff on the Kanhaias of our native place. And I seem to recollect Kanhai repeatedly pulling our bowlers to the square-leg fence, except that on checking I found that he did no such thing: there was not a single boundary in the 40 runs he scored in the fifth test at Delhi. Perhaps, it was an equal number of hits to the fence in the 245 he plundered at Calcutta’s Eden Gardens–the stuff of cricketing lore–that had clouded the febrile remembrance of one not yet in his teens.

Then there is V.S, Naipaul, who burst on to the scene with his ‘Darkness’ book in the early 1960s. By then I was twelve, still unable to read an entire book in English. I seem to remember an uncle telling me that Naipaul’s ancestors came from Gorakhpur. On an unsettling visit through ‘moth eaten villages’ to his grandparent’s ancestral home, a doddering old woman had given Naipaul a small  amount of beaten rice (chiura), which when soaked in yogurt provided excellent portable nourishment for peasants venturing out from their villages. Whether there is such a  description in The Area of Darkness I haven’t bothered to check. Still,  in a very material sense, hero and anti-hero–Kanhai and Naipaul–were our people, whose history beyond individual accomplishments, we of the mainland, made no attempt to know. If Rushdie’s Midnight’s Children, as he famously wrote, were born ‘handcuffed to history’, the girmitiyas and their descendants had been On the Other Side of Midnight (as Brij Lal’s 2005 book proclaims), since the 1830s.

In my own work on eastern U.P., on sugar in the world commodity circuit during 1800-1940, I had next to nothing to say about the large number of migrating peasants from my own little patch. I made room for peripatetic planters who, after the abolition of slavery, were quite literally scouring the world to restart their business in newer climes. One such person was Leonard Wray from Jamaica. He turned up in India in the early 1840s, operated a peasant-based plantation of 4000 acres in northern Gorakhpur for four or five years, and when the sugar boom started running out of steam in the late 1840s, moved to Penang. In 1852 he was to be found in Natal. Even though I had quoted from a masterful analysis on British Guiana, titled Sugar without Slaves, which stated that the transition from slavery ‘had revolutionized the labour force … altering its character’, my tunnel vision occluded from view the girmitiyas thumb-printing their assent to labour in sugar plantations in strange islands.

In the autumn of 1982, I found myself at ANU, Canberra, with a fresh paper on peasants’ political perceptions of Gandhi in the early 1920s. It was a big occasion for of us, Partha Chatterjee, Dipesh Chakrabarty et al. Ranajit Guha was our captain and we were flying the subaltern studies flag. It was at this conference that someone suggested I look up Brij Lal’s thesis on migrants out of northern India to the sugar colonies.

The thesis on Fiji’s Indentured Indians was titled, with more than a dash of nostalgia, ‘Leaves of the Banyan Tree’ and its leaves had indeed been scattered across the globe. Undaunted by the supplemental volume full of statistical tables, I looked through this new work with more than marginal interest. Lal’s computation and inferences made one thing clear: eastern U.P. had been a major catchment area for the arkatias, as they hustled working men and women for the sugar plantations of Fiji, Mauritius, Trinidad, British Guiana, Surinam and a host of smaller islands. Arkatiya seems to have been a Bhojpuri inflection of ‘recruiter’; Girmit, a more graded rendition of the   labour ‘Agreement’ that governed their lives in the sugar islands: Agreement> greement> girment> Girmit, with the addition of the common suffix ‘ia/iya’, common to several words ending with a ‘d’/t/r’ sounds. The Girmitiya book, published in 1983, caused a major shift in the way colonial India had been imagined–as a bounded geographical entity. Over the past twenty years more than a dozen theses, at my home university in Delhi, have been written–many  of these by the descendants of those whose great grandfathers could well have boarded the ships along with their jahaji bhais and behans to the Demara (British Guiana, the land of Demerara sugar!) and Miritch dvip (Mauritius). The statistical base of the Emigration pass, whether in the case of  iji, Mauritius or South Africa, has produced huge quantities of  data with a human face.

The great merit of these essays is that they take us away from latching on to the site of origin as the point of departure for all times and all places to come. Similarly, the lives of girmitiyas and their memory keepers in several locations in the world are best documented, analyzed, and lived when untethered from a constrictive Indian past, attempts to cordon these off within a statist Indian embrace of ‘Pravasi divas’ notwithstanding. ‘I don’t want to make a fetish out of indenture’, writes Rajend Meshtrie, with his research focus as a trained linguist, on the shifts and transformations in Bhojpuri over time and space. Nostalgia and affect don’t take us very far in our studies of the past. The scholars of the girmitiya experience are from India, not necessarily of India. Tongue firmly in check, editor Brij Lal quips: We are NRIs of sort, not Non Resident Indians but Not Really Indians. Ventriloquizing one could say: whose indenture ended a long while ago; they live, write, cogitate   and struggle in the present and bond with the denizens of their countries. ‘It is certainly important to remember it and draw sustenance from the labours and travails of … generations. But indenture had to become intertwined with other experiences internationally: emancipation from slavery, colonial oppression, racial hierarchies, and newer struggles regarding class and gender’, says Rajend Meshtrie.

It is this common backdrop to their longue durée histories, lived and written in different climes, rather than an acquired intellectual orientation that gives this volume a cohesion rather different from the Communist Party Historians Group like Eric Hobsbawm and E.P. Thompson, of the late 1940s- mid-1950s. Several of the contributors regard these, specially Thompson, as a formative influence on their own intellectual development but are equally interested in drifts in continental Marxism. As with many of us struggling with ever newer academic trends, our authors, Ruben Gowrichran Suriname/The Netherlands, for instance, can be seen arriving at their own engagements with sociological theories about diasporas.

To return to E.H. Carr’s sturdy classic on the study of the past, ‘it is not merely events that are in flux. The historian himself is in flux.’ The essays in this volume are nothing if not adept negotiations with moving times and displaced places.

Shahid Amin is a historian. His latest book, Conquest and Community: The After-Life of Warrior Saint Ghazi Miyan was published by Orient BlackSwan in 2015.

Debate: ‘Colonialism Is Conquest of Land, Labour Exploitation, Oppression – All at Once.’

In a reply to to Mahmood Mamdani’s response to her review of his book, Sharma says the world is not comprised of discrete, disconnected territories but of people brought together through the shared space of empire(s).

In my review of Mahmood Mamdani’s new book, Neither Settler nor Native – The Making and Unmaking of Permanent Minorities, I questioned two dichotomies used to frame his analysis of the colonial process in the United States. These were, first, the distinction between colonialism and racism and, relatedly, the distinction between the expropriation of land and the exploitation of people’s labour. I wondered what is lost when we try to separate out these practices.

Neither Settler nor Native – The Making and Unmaking of Permanent Minorities by Mahmood Mamdani.

In particular, I did not think that we could account for the transatlantic slave trade if such dichotomies were maintained. Thus, I asked: ‘Can anyone whose labour is made exploitable, not always already be expropriated from the land?’ ‘Enslaved Africans were expropriated from land too,’ I argued, adding, that, ‘they were forcibly taken from their societies and put to work as enslaved labour by the same colonial state.’

Professor Mamdani replied to my review with a question of his own, asking: ‘Were enslaved Africans also expropriated from the land ‘by the same colonial state’?’ His answer was that, ‘On the face of it, this seems a tall claim, untenable in light of the historical research so far’. Let me clarify my argument, for I think it was misconstrued by Mamdani. My point was that the same imperial-state  – the British Empire – was responsible for both the colonisation of what became its Thirteen Colonies as well as for a large portion of the transatlantic slave trade. Indeed, it was the most dominant force in the ‘evil trade’ between 1640 and 1807, when it was formally abolished. Both the expropriation of the land of those who came be categorised as ‘Indians’ (the ‘natives’ of the Thirteen Colonies) and the exploitation of the labour of enslaved people categorised as ‘Negroes’ were critical to the success of the British colonial project.

This is not because, as Mamdani argues, that, ‘after an early phase that focused on expropriating the labour of Indians, the US took a conscious decision to displace Indian with African labour’ (my emphasis). This is a teleological argument, one which reimagines a long and unpredictable history as having been predetermined. We cannot read the enslavement of Black people and the exploitation of their labour as simply part of some long-hatched plan premised on the settler colonial ‘logic of elimination’ of the Indians, as historian Patrick Wolfe argues.

In contrast to such arguments, historian Andrés Reséndez has shown that the massive loss of life of Indians across the Americas was largely a result of the harsh conditions of forced labour they endured. With their immune systems fatally weakened, they were made susceptible to diseases that were new to them. To corroborate his argument, Reséndez points out that ‘one year before Europeans began reporting smallpox [in 1509, 17 years after Christopher Columbus’s landing], Española’s Indian population had dwindled to 5% or less of what it had been in 1492’ (my emphasis). The enormous loss of life was the outcome of numerous factors, none of which were part of a preplanned ‘logic’.

Once brought together under the force of ‘blood and fire’ (as Karl Marx put it), both those people racialised as Indians and as ‘Negroes’ were classified by the British imperial-state as aliens and not as subjects of the British Crown. People in both groupings were enslaved (the proportion of enslaved Black people was far greater, however). Both were formally freed from slavery in the late 19th century. Both were excluded from the group of rights-bearing persons in the Thirteen Colonies. Both groups were infantilised and legally considered as dependents. With the independence of the US in the late 18th century from the British Empire, neither Indians nor Black people (free or enslaved) were legally regarded as US citizens.

These facts make it impossible to support the claim made by Mamdani that in the United States there are two groups of people: native Indians governed by customary law and all others governed by civil law. From the tenuous establishment of the first British colony in 1607 until the constitutional amendments of the immediate post-civil war era of the late 19th century –  the Slave Codes (the first of which was enacted by the British colony of South Carolina in 1691) ensured that Black people were legally set apart from those racialised as White.

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Paying attention to US immigration laws further upsets the idea that all non-Indians were governed (albeit not equally) by civil law. Following quickly on the heels of the formal emancipation of enslaved Black people in 1865 and their incorporation into US citizenship in 1868, the US enacted its first immigration law in 1875. From its independence 100 years earlier to the 1875 Page Act, entry to the US followed the imperial model of mobility controls and placed no significant restrictions on people coming in.

The Page Act constructed two new categories of people whose entry to the US was specifically barred: ‘Chinese coolies’ and ‘prostitutes’ (aimed specifically at restricting the entry of women from China). State governed mobility into the US was, from that point on, racialised.

Yet, it was still not until the 1924 US Immigration Act that the entry of people from Europe was restricted and regulated (incidentally, also the same year that Indians were made US citizens). This new immigration law did not affect all Europeans equally. Like its predecessors, the 1924 law was racist: largely concerned with restricting the entry of Southern and Eastern Europeans, along with all Jewish people regardless of where they were moving from.

Significantly, people categorised as migrants are, like Indians, governed through the plenary power doctrine. Such powers insulate the US government from constitutional challenges by migrants, who, today, are the only group legally categorised as ‘aliens’. The result was that, like ‘Indian tribes’, migrants remain under the control of Congress. Indeed, migrants are governed by a different set of laws – US citizenship and immigration laws – than are any US citizens. I will return to this issue later.

American Indian labourers, in 1906. Photo: US Reclamation Service, Public domain via Wikimedia Commons

Of course, the fact that the binary of customary/civil law does not hold in the United States doesn’t fully address the issue of whether all these people can be considered to be colonised. Mamdani expressly disagrees with such a formulation. In response to my review, he asks, ‘what is the difference, historically and politically, between natives and immigrants, particularly forced immigrants (slaves, indentured servants)’? and ‘why draw a distinction between [these] two oppressed groups’? His answer is that we must draw a distinction between natives and migrants, because ‘colonisation is the conquest of land. Control over labour may or may not follow’. ‘Blacks’, he argues, ‘have been a source of labour and Indians a source of land, resulting in different governance regimes’. Black people are forced to endure White supremacy while Indians face colonialism. Thus, he argues, ‘racial oppression and colonisation are not the same thing, and neither are the solutions they call for’.

Is colonialism, however, only the conquest of land? Imperial states take control over as much land as they can in an effort to expand imperial territories and establish the sort of social relations necessary for the accumulation of wealth and power. After all, turning land into territory, as geographer Robert Sack usefully notes, is a ‘strategy for influence or controls’. Capture of territory allows imperial states to control people. In particular, colonial projects require people whose labour be exploited. Land and labour, together, are the necessary components for any colonial project.

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Christopher Columbus knew this when he recognised that “the Indians of Española [on which he made land in 1492) were and are the greatest wealth of the island, because they are the ones who dig, and harvest, and collect the bread and other supplies, and gather the gold from the mines, and do all the work of men and beasts alike” (quoted in Reséndez 2016, 28).

Thus, rather than continuing to see people categorised as Indians, Blacks, and migrants as separate groupings, each with their own incommensurable experiences, I believe it is more historically accurate – and politically transformative – to understand that they came into being within a single field of imperial power. People in these groups continue to co-exist together in a single field of power I call the Postcolonial New World Order, a world of nation-states and ever-expanding capitalist social relations.

In this regard, we must also take into account Whiteness. In the initial period of colonising what is now the United States, the idea that workers from Europe were White would have been nonsensical. Indeed, as historians Peter Linebaugh and Marcus Rediker discuss in their 2012 book, The Many Headed Hydra: Sailors, Slaves, Commoners, and the Hidden History of the Revolutionary Atlantic, all workers, including those from Europe, understood that ‘the “white people” were, in code or cant, the rich, the people with money, not simply the ones with a particular phenotype of skin color’. It was in the late 17th century when workers from Europe were decisively elevated above all others by colonial laws that invented the ‘White race’.

This broadening of the racialised definition of Whiteness was a critical aspect of containing solidarity amongst the subjugated. It was also crucial to the rulers’ strategy of ‘divide and conquer’, both within any particular colony as well as across the broader field of empire. The power of states – and of capital – grew in direct proportion to the consolidation of a White identity. Arguably, the success of strategies used to Whiten workers was an early moment in the imperial turn to biopower. Convincing (most) White workers that they were inherently superior to all others – and must be given preferential treatment, or else – was a key part of the process of making White settler colonies.

I am, of course, not saying anything that Mamdani has not already stated throughout his large and important body of work. Indeed, my own thinking of these matters owes a great debt to his. In his work on Uganda, Rwanda, Darfur and elsewhere, he brilliantly analyses just how much advantage imperial rulers gained by making distinctions between colonised people – and how these continue in today’s nation-states. Divided from one another through the law and its identitarian affects, people’s ability to resist ruling relations was – and remains – profoundly weakened. Again, as Mamdani has shown, the differentiation between native and migrant (and native and settler) have been particularly useful.

However, it is important to add that it is crucial that we not continue to see the world through an autochthonous lens (‘autochthons’ or ‘the indigenous’ being those who are regarded as the people of a place and, as such, the only ones with the legitimate right to govern). The world is not actually comprised of discrete, disconnected territories, each belonging to those people whom states define as its natives. People categorised as natives and non-natives are not wholly discrete people whose concerns are incommensurate. Rather, since at least 1492, all of us have been brought together through the shared space of empire(s). In this sense, colonialism is not only the conquest of land, it is not only the exploitation of labour, it is not only the denigration and oppression of the colonized: it is all these things all at once.

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Imperial space was comprised of multiple colonies as well as multiple trading routes capturing and moving the workers necessary for the accumulation of wealth and power. In its early stages, it was forged by what historian Marcus Rediker calls the “four violences”: the expropriation of the commons both in Europe and in the Americas; African slavery and the middle passage; exploitation and the institution of wage labour; and the repression organised through prisons and the criminal justice system. Feminist philosopher Silvia Federici adds to our understanding of these shared experiences by showing that the persecution of women and the containment of their liberty were crucial elements in the globalising capitalist project of imperialism.

Thinking about colonialism as a set of practices carried out within an imperial space that encompassed many people across vast areas of the globe, is not about ‘seeking to expand and virtualise the notion of the native’, as Mamdani claims I wish to do. Neither is it to turn colonialism into ‘a metaphor which can incorporate all other forms of dispossession’. I understand colonialism to be about the expropriation of land, its transformation into sovereign/state territory, the exploitation of labour, and the denigration of the colonised. These are violent acts that most people in the world have experienced.

Colonialism expanded and accelerated after the formation of various European empires from the late 15th century onward, and particularly after the formation of the British Empire, which was the first to globalise capitalist ruling relations. However, as many scholars are showing us, these practices took place prior to the formation of European empires and, continue to be practiced in the so-called national liberation states.

Answering ‘the hard question of historical injustice’, as I believe both Mamdani and I wish to do, can be done – is better done, I would argue – by reorienting ourselves with a view afforded to us by the world that we’ve inherited, a world borne of – and still wrought by – violent strife and deep inequality but a single, shared world, nonetheless. The project of decolonisation – the project of freedom writ large – is and always has been, by necessity, a shared one.

Nandita Sharma is professor of sociology, University of Hawaii at Manoa and author of Home Rule: National Sovereignty and the Separation of Natives and Migrants (Duke University Press, 2020).

‘We Must Think Beyond Reason’: Lessons From 2020

Life since March 23, 2020 – the day lockdown was declared in India – was indoors. But another life, the life of the mind, was elsewhere. However, reason won’t help us understand this shift in our new condition.

The year 2020 passed by like a ship in troubled waters. Time was slow, and the mind was full of anxiety. Life since March 23, 2020 the day lockdown was declared in India was indoors. But another life, the life of the mind, was elsewhere. Elsewhere was many places. It was the past one lived, now a cradle of memories. It was also the past of reading, and knowing the world. Elsewhere comprised of people in the world posting about their lives on social media. It was also about migrant workers walking home, some dying on the way due to hunger, or accident.

Elsewhere was places near home, the café and restaurant in the marketplace. The nearby was also elsewhere, for they were no longer safe places, so one stopped visiting them. Today the whole world lives elsewhere. No one lives at home because home itself is elsewhere. This connects to lives simply lived indoors in self-isolation as well as life under state confinement.

In The Discovery of India that Nehru writes in the Ahmednagar fort prison in 1942, he speaks early of an experience uncannily similar to ours: “Time seems to change its nature in prison. The present hardly exists, for there is an absence of feeling and sensation which might separate it from the dead past. Even news of the active, living and dying world outside has a certain dream-like unreality, an immobility and an unchangeableness as of the past. The outer objective time ceases to be, the inner and subjective sense remains, but at a lower level, except when thought pulls it out of the present and experiences a kind of reality in the past or in the future. We live, as Auguste Comte said, dead men’s lives, encased in our pasts”.

Prison is the metaphor of our times. The time of the anti-colonial struggle often meant time spent in jail. Today we have political dissidents and activists facing a similar situation, while the free world is also undergoing the paranoia of distance and self-imposed isolation. The present is so unreal that it hardly seems to exist within a structure of perception that is easily familiar to us, and it may appear that we are living in a time that is rapidly and strangely going past us, the way Nehru suggests.

Reason won’t help us understand this shift in our new condition. Often things happen in life and in the world defying rational expectations or understanding. Things emerge from the depths of nature and we are thrown off the saddle by its winds. The imaginary horse of progress runs with its back full of dead bodies. There are reasons behind it.

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‘We share nature’s madness, but we must be responsible’

On May 20, 2020, the dreaded cyclone, Amphan, made landfall in the state of West Bengal. Huge damage was expected. I was particularly troubled for my 80-year-old mother who lived alone in the northern outskirt of the city. I was late in calling her to ask how she had prepared herself for the cyclone. The phone lines to Kolkata were switched off. I had a pang of guilt, and panicked.

The cyclone was expected to hit the city by late evening. The lockdown would prevent her from getting anything she needed urgently. I felt reassured after my sister who lives in Mumbai, informed that mother had managed to get candles for the night. The cyclone hit the shores of Kolkata as expected. Photographs and videos posted on social media – a bus damaged by an uprooted tree, upturned electric poles lying in streets, a tin roof thrown off from a building – spoke of the dramatic impact Amphan had in the old, colonial city.

A north Kolkata road, waterlogged in the aftermath of Cyclone Amphan. Photo: Abhishek Hazra, Twitter/@swastika24

The chief minister of West Bengal, Mamata Banerjee, said the next day in the press, “This was another virus from the sky.”

The cyclone, damaging life and objects, takes on the metaphor of a “virus” from nature. After COVID-19 entered the scene, the lethal impact of nature was suddenly being felt. It was time for a paradox to appear: we had to be careful about nature, even as we realised the need to mend our ties with nature.

Nature has lost its head. Why will a tree ever want to kill a man? Using the language of personification, one wants to raise questions on human life: Nature is nature, and has nothing to hide. It is not constrained by morality. You can’t blame a tree for killing a man. But we owe to each other. Our relations with the world are ethically binding. Our relation with nature is one of closeness and difference. We mirror a complex relationship: we share nature’s madness, but we must be responsible.

In an unfinished prose-poem, I tried to capture the broken language of devastation: “The cyclone tore the city’s flesh like a razor used by a madman. The city tottered like an old man’s bones. Trees fell like elephants, and the city broke like the back of a tortoise. Who will stitch it to life? Where will they bury the giant banyan tree?”

In such a moment of widespread loss, only the language of affect wrapped in metaphor can address the pain and bewilderment. Human reality is not rationally lived, only rationally controlled. When that reality (like nature) is out of control and throws us off balance, we can’t find much meaning, or solace, through reason.

In 1914, Rabindranath Tagore wrote a song that began with the lines: “The night the storm tore down my doors, / I did not know you had come home.”

It is the language of enchantment close to the heart of nature (or the nature of the heart) that is remniscient of the 19th century German Romantics. Tagore seems to say, when nature, like the beloved, arrives in a tumultuous form, we may fail to recognise nature as beloved. In the end of the poem, Tagore wakes up in the morning and finds the beloved storm in the middle of a house full of emptiness (desolation).

Is it the seeking of harmony in the aftermath of (natural) calamity?

Friedrich Hölderlin wrote in the Preface to Hyperion:We have fallen out with nature, and what was once (as we believe) One is now in conflict with itself”. This conflict with nature is modern in nature. Reason seeks to control and dominate nature, but all its concrete citadels of stability get shaken (and broken) when nature loses its head. The Romantics sought a sensibility other than reason. We must look for it too.

Even when the postscript of a cyclone involves a material task of cleaning up the mess with cranes and human labour, we need to heal the heart that faced damages.

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The modern (capitalist) world

Just as we are vulnerably exposed to the violent interruptions of nature, and the looming crisis triggered by the Anthropocene, we are also facing a social and existential one: of the capitalist world’s growing solitude.

In January 2018, troubled by the growing cases of lonely people in the country, then British Prime Minister, Theresa May, appointed a minister for loneliness. The problem of loneliness became a public affair. Everyone wore their loneliness bare. It was a matter of care, and the government responded with a ministry.

After the end of his 2019 film, ‘Family Romance, LLC’ shown on MUBI (about a strange, new phenomenon in that strange country, Japan, where a company rents out people playing the role of husband, friend or other, to step into the shoes of someone’s absence in people’s lives) Werner Herzog took part in a Q&A session. He did not sound cynical about the subject at all. He believed that “renting out people who help you along in moments of solitude is going to be big time coming because ageing populations in the industrialised countries create an enormous amount of solitude”.

What Japan is doing may play out in other, similar forms in the rest of the world. The promise of the modern (capitalist) world is ending for everyone across the class divide. Herzog gets specific, acknowledging that “with the explosive increase of tools of communication, meaning television, radio, cellphones… something was coming at us.” Solitude was waiting to get us. The future (of solitude) is no longer undefinable.

Herzog proclaims, “Twenty first century will be a century of solitudes.” Solitude is also a sign of devastation. Not just a natural, social and political devastation, but a spiritual one: of our relationship with ourselves, and the world. The pandemic fast-forwarded Herzog’s prediction. The whole world experienced a new structure and meaning of solitude. We were learning new things about ourselves, as old certainties gave way to new uncertainties. The time and language of rational argumentation and abstract theories have come to an end.

Postscript: We recently learnt that following Britain, the Japanese government created an isolation/loneliness countermeasures office in its cabinet on February 19, 2021, to counter issues like suicide and child poverty. The idea and appointment of a minister of loneliness spreads in the world. Reason cannot prevent – or cure – loneliness.

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Racism

At George Floyd’s funeral service in Minneapolis on June 4, 2020, his brothers and nephew spoke about their hard and simple life while growing up, washing clothes and sharing the table hard life is simple. The most memorable speech on the occasion was given by the Rev. Al Sharpton. He said with sarcasm, he never saw anyone in his life hold the Bible as (instrumentally as) then President Donald Trump did before the church. He would like him to open the Bible and read Ecclesiastes 3: “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.”

Sharpton meant that you can’t use the Bible as a prop for an agenda that isn’t about justice. Trump was out of tune with time. Sharpton then came to the emotional part. He said “the reason we could never be who we wanted and dreamed to be is you kept your knee on our neck.” He turned the policeman’s knee into a cruel metaphor of White supremacy. And he said it was time to “get your knee off our necks.” Racism is an unequal encounter between bodies, where the soul is forgotten.

A demonstrator holds a sign during a Black Lives Matter protest following the death of George Floyd in Minneapolis police custody, in Hemel Hempstead, Britain, June 13, 2020. REUTERS/Andrew Boyers

One of India’s foremost political thinkers, Babasaheb Ambedkar, had reiterated in his long essay, Untouchables or The Children of India’s Ghetto (1935) that while untouchability was a social practise sanctioned by Hindu religion, slavery in the West “had no foundation in religion”. He emphasised that even though “Roman law declared the slave was not a person”, the “religion of Rome refused to accept that principle.”  However, Ambedkar wrote, since “Hindu Law did not regard the ‘Untouchable’ a person, Hinduism refused to regard him as a human being fit for comradeship.”

Slavery has metamorphosed into modern racism. It does not come from the Christian religion, but from a phobic notion of difference based on colour. Racism does not allow colour to remain colour. Racism is the paranoia and disgust of difference. It commits violence upon colour. Racism is not a matter of religion, but a matter of law. The West is trapped between the law of religion and the law of racism: Blacks are also Christian, but face discrimination from white Christians. Can one law help western society, overcome another? Help to heal its survivors?

Secular law cannot eradicate prejudice. It can only punish the perpetrator. But racism does not reside in any perpetrator. It resides in the colour of language, the language of colour. Sharpton spoke the language of faith with eloquence and feeling to prove his adherence to the law that binds both blacks and whites together. There is a reason to invoke faith. Pity a nation that can’t be redeemed by faith. The Constitution is important to swear by. But as people of language, we need (the poetry of) Ecclesiastes 3.

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Atheism

In 2020, I was part of an informal book-reading programme on zoom for over four months with friends in the academia, where we discussed Charles Taylor’s famous text, The Sources of the Self (1989). In the book, Taylor narrates an anecdote of Scottish philosopher, David Hume, attending a dinner hosted by the Baron, Holbach. Hume expressed his doubts about there being serious atheists in the world. To which, the Baron asked him to look around him, and count the number of guests. There were eighteen at the table. To which Holbach said, “I can show you 15 atheists right off. The other three haven’t yet made up their minds.”

Holbach’s statement is interesting. To not make up one’s mind entailed for him, not to make up one’s mind yet “in favour of” atheism. In other words, for the mind to reach a conclusion, to form a proper judgement, would mean embracing atheism. That’s a strange idea, regarding the act of thinking. Why should a mind be made up for anything – for either god, or the absence of god? Both ideas won’t change the nature of reality, and we can’t, by mere thinking, assert that reality. We can only think it. Thinking is not deciding on a question. The task of thinking ideally is to simply raise the question and explore how far the question can take us. It is not for us to answer that question. The answer lies in the seeking.

Holbach’s idea that all we need to do is to make up our mind and realise atheism, is a rationalist understanding of knowledge. God exists, or does not exist, independent of our thinking. But God can exist, or not exist, in our thinking. The two Gods are probably not the same thing. To not make up one’s mind on God is to let God haunt the question. To answer that question either way is to impose a rationalist conclusion on the question. It is the hallmark of modern stupidity.

Manash Firaq Bhattacharjee is the author of The Town Slowly Empties: On Life and Culture during Lockdown (Headpress, Copper Coin, 2021), Looking for the Nation: Towards Another Idea of India (Speaking Tiger, 2018), and Ghalib’s Tomb and Other Poems (The London Magazine, 2013).

Hunger Haunts Millions in Brazil as Billionaires Roll in Cash Amid COVID Pandemic

The hunger index in Brazil has risen to its highest point since 2004. The number of people starving has doubled since 2018, the year Brazil elected far-right leader Jair Bolsonaro as president.

Sao Paulo: Few comforting figures come out of Brazil these days. The numbers about daily infections and deaths caused by COVID-19 bring despair every evening. Data released last week shows how badly the country has been battered. But it is not about the damage done by the virus. It is about poverty and hunger.

A survey by the Brazilian Research Network on Sovereignty and Food and Nutritional Security shows that more than 116 million people are facing food insecurity. Of these, the survey says, 43 million (20.5% of population) do not have enough to eat and 19 million people (9%) are just starving.

The Brazilian staple diet comprises rice, beans, meat and vegetables. Now, the majority of families are left with one or two items on the plate, with some surviving just on rice. This horrifying situation was revealed on Tuesday in another survey by Food for Justice Research Group (FJRG), which places the number of with food insecurity at 125.6 million or 59.3% of the population. The survey, called “Effects of the pandemic on food and the food security situation in Brazil”, probed if people were eating in sufficient quantity and quality and if they were worried about their food running out.

The hunger index in Brazil has risen to its highest point since 2004. The number of people starving has doubled since 2018, the year Brazil elected far-right leader Jair Bolsonaro as president. The situation is gloomy across Brazil. In all cities, poor people stand in lines for hours every day to get some rice or a loaf of bread from some NGOs; in many parts, small children can be seen rummaging through the rubbish bins to pick something for their hungry mouths.

The virus is out of control in Brazil because of Bolsonaro’s refusal to control it. The rise in the number of hungry, too, is a result of his policies. According to a survey released last week by the Institute of Socioeconomic Studies (Inesc), the government did not spend billions of dollars authorised by the Congress to counter the impact of the pandemic in 2020. Last year, the Congress had approved financial aid to 66 million Brazilians with five instalments of $110 each. In September, Bolsonaro cut it down to four instalments of $50, reaching only 42 million people. “The government had an obligation to spend the maximum available resources to protect the population. But what we saw was sabotage, inefficiency and slowness in financing essential public policies,” said Livi Gerbase, an advisor to Inesc.

The Brazilian poor, who are either self-employed or work informally, are caught in a double trap. Amid the pandemic, their incomes have vanished but the food prices have shot up. According to the Brazilian Institute of Geography and Statistics (IBGE), the food prices have increased by more than 15% in the past 12 months. In such a situation, the cash from the government allowed the poor to put food on the table. But its disruption by Bolsonaro has pushed millions to starvation.

Given the demand for the assistance, Bolsonaro, whose ratings are down in the dumps, has not scrapped it completely but he has slashed it, despite warnings against it. In a report last week, the International Monetary Fund (IMF) said that the spike in food prices combined with the loss of income due to the pandemic would lead more people to die of hunger worldwide. “Without intervention measures, the fall in income in 2020 and the rise in food prices will lead 62 million people to go hungry in the world,” said the IMF in its report “Perspectives of World Economy”.

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Not only is the biggest South American country, which is the number 12th economy in the world, facing starvation, the inadequate aid to the needy may send its economy into a tailspin. A forecast by the National Confederation of Trade in Goods, Services and Tourism this week said that the impact of the cash assistance to people on the country’s retail trade will be eight times less than last year, when more than 35% of what was given to the population went into retail purchases.

With the aid to the poor drying up, hunger on the rise as the virus rages on, Brazil faces the worst humanitarian disaster in its history.

Back to the future

Brazil currently has more people living in extreme poverty than at the beginning of the last decade, when the figure was around 11%. In 2011, then President Dilma Rousseff launched a plan called “Brazil without Misery”, which aimed to uplift 16.2 million people from extreme poverty. It brought poverty figure down to 4.5%. Now, it has jumped to 27 million or about 12.8% of the population.

Till a few years ago, Brazil was in a different place. It was a global reference point for fighting poverty and hunger because of the successful implementation of a direct cash transfer scheme known as “Bolsa Familia”. Under the scheme, which completes 18 years in 2021, money was transferred to poor families on the condition that they sent their children to school and got them vaccines offered by the public healthcare system. Started by Lula de Silva in his first term as president, Bolsa Familia uplifted millions out poverty and gave them dignity, says Walquiria Leão Rego, a political scientist from the State University of Campinas (Unicamp) in Sao Paulo. “The redistributive dimension of Bolsa Familia was a revolution because it started serving 13 million families at that time, which is equivalent to more than 50 million people,” says Rego in an interview to The Wire.

Rego is the well-known expert on Bolsa Familia, which also inspired India’s MGNREGA scheme launched in 2013. Having carried out an extensive research about the programme from 2006 and 2012, during the presidency of Lula and Dilma, the academic produced a book, “Voices from Bolsa Familia: Autonomy, Money and Citizenship”, in partnership with the philosopher Alessandro Pinzani. Their research shows how a small cash aid from the state brought big changes to poor families. “Under the plan, each family was given 70 to 80 reais for each child up to 15 years. In the interiors of the country, this money allowed them to buy their basic food. Five years after the start of the plan, infant and mother mortality rates fell sharply. Earlier, families went hungry and were forced to eat roots or hunt,” says Rego, who also travelled to India a few years ago to study the impact of microcredit schemes.

Professor Walquiria Leao Rego, whose research and a book about Bolsa Familia, the direct cash transfer scheme in Brazil, chronicles the lives of people affected by the social programme. Photo: Author provided

One of the factors in the success of the programme, says Rego, was the fact that the money was transferred to women. “Many women have never had this experience of having a certain income every month. It allowed them to plan life minimally; they learned to make calculations and to plan, to determine what is important to buy first,” says Rego, who spent months interviewing the women beneficiaries of the scheme in poorer areas. “A woman knows that she has to buy food for the children and then organises herself to buy other things. They know how to scale priorities,” says Rego.

Misery versus dignity

Bolsa Familia changed Brazil as it gave the poor money, food and dignity.  Rego recalls how an interviewee told her about her happiness when she was able to buy sneakers for her children who earlier used to share their slippers. “I was interviewing her when the children, all wearing their sneakers, came to greet us. They want to be recognized as worthy people. The dignification of life has to be a state policy. No society can be dignified with people living in misery,” says Rego.

Lula de Silva was born in an impoverished family in a dustbowl in Brazil’s northeast. Before the family moved to Sao Paulo, where Lula worked as a shoeshine boy, they faced suffered hunger regularly. The fight against hunger was the main campaign promise of Lula in the presidential elections of 2002. As soon as Lula assumed office in 2003, says the Unicamp academic, he signed a decree to give basic income to all Brazilians. “But he was so pressured that he had to step back and start a programme more focused on extreme poverty. The idea that hunger, extreme poverty had to end through a government project started with Bolsa Família,” says Rego.  “A woman I had interviewed described to me the feeling of hunger, the burning sensation in the stomach and throat. Once talking to Lula, she heard the president describe hunger in the same way.”

After Lula left office in 2010, with 86% approval ratings, his successor Dilma Rousseff continued with his social welfare policies until she fell to a palace coup in 2016, the year the UN took off Brazil’s from the Hunger Map for the first time. “The reason for hunger in Brazil has always been the poor distribution of income and the lack of public policies. The Brazilian elite does not want to distribute income,” says Rego.

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During the 14 years of Workers Party’s rule, Bolsa Famila suffered unrelenting attacks from the Brazilian elite, including the corporate media, as the workers, who earlier accepted any work for any amount of money, began to refuse poorly-paid jobs. “This change made the big farmers and businesses very angry,” says Rego. “The root of this attitude lies in the history of slavery in Brazil. We have a very cruel elite, which is not used to paying for labour,” says the academic.

In 2016, after the coup against Dilma, her successor Michel Temer began making cuts in Bolsa Familia. Since 2019, Bolsonaro has made efforts to disrupt the programme. During the pandemic, Bolsonaro has done nothing to strengthen it. As a result, the rising food prices have pushed the Bolsa Familia beneficiaries to hunger. According to Food for Justice Research Group, almost 88% of these beneficiaries are facing the highest levels of food insecurity; 35% are starving and another 23.5% not getting enough to eat; 44% of Brazilians have stopped eating meat during the pandemic; consumption of fruits is down by 41%; and 37% people have given up vegetables.

The billionaires’ president  

In a country which is one of the world’s biggest producers – and exporter – of vegetables, fruits and meat, such a situation makes little sense. Even more so as there is no shortage of food in the country. The problem is the majority of people do not have money in their pockets. Like the pandemic, Brazil’s hunger crisis too is a disaster created by its president. When the virus arrived here 14 months ago, Bolsonaro sparked a phoney debate between a “lockdown” and “economy”, positioning himself as a “pro-poor” leader who did not want people to lose their jobs. Offering a false choice between dying of hunger or succumbing to virus, Bolsonaro never imposed a lockdown nor did he help people to survive the crisis. Today Brazil has the worst of both worlds: it is recording almost 4,000 deaths a day; and 60% of its population is facing hunger.

Brazilian President Jair Bolsonaro. Photo: Reuters/Ueslei Marcelino

All the gains Brazil’s poor made because of Bolsa Familia have been lost. The programme made a real difference to women and children, especially if they were black. Now, they are bearing the brunt of pandemic and poverty. The FJRG survey shows that black women, who head families, are in the grip of extreme poverty; 25.5% of households headed by women face hunger, if they are black, it rises to 67.5%.

Like a cheap populist, Bolsonaro projects himself as a man of the people who fights the elite’s demand for a lockdown, but it is an open secret that he didn’t take any measures against the pandemic to keep the markets open – a demand of the rich who had backed him in 2018 election. As Brazil’s economy – and the elite – thrive on cheap labour and high consumption, Bolsonaro made sure the poor continue to slog and consume even at the cost of their life.

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This cynical ploy has made the poor turn into miserable, but Bolsonaro’s rich buddies are rolling in money. As the poor hang between life and death, the billionaire class never had it so good. The Forbes magazine’s list of World Billionaires 2021, released on April 6, shows Brazil has added 20 new members to the seven-digit club in the middle of the pandemic. Together, as per Forbes, the newcomers hold a consolidated equity of $21.2 billion, or 9.6% of the total wealth of the 65 Brazilian billionaires who control $220 billion. Never before in the country’s history, so much wealth was transferred upwards in such a short time.

The rich have not only minted money during the pandemic, they have also made big savings. According to IBGE, the country’s savings rate stood at 15% in 2020, the strongest in five years, mainly driven by less spending by the wealthy. The 1% richest in Brazil (around 1.4 million), who corner 28.3% of the country’s total income, have also been spared by inflation. While inflation for families with lower income saw a spike of 2.5%, the rate for the highest-income class was 0.2%.

Under Bolsonaro, the Brazil’s rich are being promised more riches when the virus subsides. Brazil’s economy minister Paulo Guedes, one of the Chicago Boys who cut his teeth into ultra-liberal policies in the blood-soaked dictatorship of Augusto Pinochet’s Chile, is promising to “accelerate privatisation” of state enterprises, a move that has been “delayed” by the pandemic. “We have to speed up the privatisation programmes,” said Guedes last week.

Since March 2020, Brazil has lost more than 350,000 people to COVID-19. The ICU units across the country are fully packed. But Bolsonaro has not bothered to visit a single hospital or the poor being battered by the virus and hunger simultaneously. But last week, the president flew down to Sao Paulo to sit for a plush dinner with a selected bunch of the wealthiest – and influential – persons. Over a lavish spread, the president said he was committed to the “progress of structural reforms” – a buzzword for privatisation. The party ended with a standing ovation for the president who leads the country with the worst response to the pandemic. Most probably, Brazil’s rich were applauding their own success in the time of a deadly pandemic.

Shobhan Saxena and Florencia Costa are independent journalists based in Sao Paulo, Brazil.

‘Antebellum’ Fails at Making a Horror Movie Out of the Experience of Racism in America

The key to sustaining a horror film subgenre of great promise is to get people who can write and direct horror specifically. Without that, it can’t last.

Premiering on September 18, Antebellum quickly became America’s most-watched video-on-demand movie — as well as one of the worst-reviewed, with remarkably low satisfaction scores from critics and audiences. Many watched it, few liked it.

It’s not surprising so many gave it a chance — ever since writer-director Jordan Peele’s hugely successful Get Out, Americans have warmly embraced this new subgenre in which the black experience is rendered as a horror movie. He’s created a cottage industry of these projects, which includes not only the ones he’s involved with as writer-director (Us) or producer (Lovecraft Country), but many other film and TV projects riding the very wave he created.

We definitely need these stories to counter over a hundred years of American film history, especially those countless movies embracing the lugubrious “Lost Cause” narrative, mourning the collapse of a romanticised Southern neverland of noble Confederate soldiers, flirtatious plantation belles, and happy slaves — “a civilization gone with the wind.”

However, Antebellum desperately needs Jordan Peele’s touch. It’s a confused mess about an enslaved woman named Eden (Janelle Monáe) seemingly trapped in the hell of Louisiana plantation life during the Civil War, who in the second act actually turns out to be an ultra-successful, contemporary black American sociologist named Veronica Henley, who — lurching into the third act — actually turns out to be embroiled in something else, again, that constitutes a spoiler for a movie you probably shouldn’t bother to see.

Since the “Antebellum” South of the film’s title is the prewar South, it’s another one of the film’s many what-the-hell plot holes to ponder over considering that the plantation scenes are taking place during the Civil War itself. But look, many of these projects are going to suck.

That’s inevitable, and only dangerous if it winds up killing the general audience appetite for these stories. The key to sustaining a horror film subgenre of great promise is to get people who can write and direct horror specifically. Without that, it can’t last.

Unfortunately, the team that created Antebellum are hopeless at horror. You’d never know it from reading the excited behind-the-scenes accounts of their deal with Lionsgate, the number of fawning interviews they’ve done about Antebellum, or how many times they call themselves “artists,” but the team of Gerard Bush and Christopher Renz are mere high-end advertising flacks who created campaigns for Vogue, Porsche, and Harry Winston.

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They have connections to Democratic Party big shots like former DNC chair Debbie Wasserman Schultz, who once stopped by their office for advice on “activat[ing] Black voters in the midterms.” Antebellum is their film debut.

It’s still somewhat amazing that even rookies could’ve botched a horror film set on a Southern plantation so badly. Other than Native American burial grounds, no location in America is so haunted as the blood-soaked, magnolia-scented grounds of a Southern plantation, and the directors know this in theory, calling such a location “an open-air haunted house.” But theory isn’t practice.

Check out Toni Morrison’s Beloved, or maybe visit the Myrtles Plantation in Louisiana, the most famous of the haunted plantations. It features a long-standing ghost tour dealing with the legend of the slave Chloe, whose story has inspired episodes of spooky reality TV shows like Unsolved Mysteries and Ghost Hunters. Her ear was cut off for eavesdropping on her white master Clarke Woodruff, and she subsequently fed a lethally poisoned dinner to his wife and children in revenge, for which she was hanged by fellow slaves fearing repercussions.

One of the most terrifying places I ever saw was another plantation house in remote rural Louisiana. The Southern Gothic atmosphere alone was pervasively evil. It was being rented out as a movie location in a vain effort to keep the place from slowly falling in on itself, and the owners were the last of their Southern aristocratic family line — a seedy bachelor son who was extremely old, and his father, who was as ancient as a vampire, and drooled copiously and continuously into a dirty white handkerchief.

The tottering son toured us location scouts around the place, showing us points of interest such as the door to an underground passageway, long collapsed, that used to lead from the “young masters’s” bedroom wing directly to the slave quarters, so they could go on rape treks without offending white ladies or getting their feet wet on rainy nights.

Bush and Renz have no directorial feeling for atmosphere, or for the specific details of slavery that make the horror of it come alive. Their scenes of whippings, brandings, and rapes are handled in the rote manner of directors who’ve seen a lot of movies featuring whippings, brandings, and rapes in the Old South. They don’t seem to understand how to create and control cinematic sensations.

They make a big point in one interview about “shooting the movie on the lenses from Gone with the Wind,” which sounds vaguely impressive in their terms: “Using the same weaponry that was used to misinform and create effective propaganda.”

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But it’s a bewildering nonissue in terms of their film’s formal quality. Gone with the Wind was a Technicolor extravaganza, with all the specialized, patented equipment and eye-popping effect for which it was once famous. Antebellum couldn’t and doesn’t evoke the look of Gone with the Wind, so you have to read the publicity material to even get the symbolic gesture.

Watching Antebellum is so boring and frustrating, you have plenty of time to think about how it’s all going wrong from the very first shot. It starts obnoxiously with a “little miss” white girl, a child of the white plantation owners, dressed in a miniature bright yellow crinoline, who skips in slow motion toward her doting mother (Jena Malone). There’s such overwhelming theatrical artifice to the shot that if you’re paying attention, you’re tipped off immediately to the fact that something is wrong about this whole setup. But the problem is it’s way too soon to be tipped off. So when the movie’s big twist is finally revealed, it lands with a thud.

And that’s only the beginning of a very long, pointlessly complex tracking shot, purportedly showing us the workings of Southern plantation life, with many crisscrossings of white plantation family members, slaves, and omnipresent Confederate soldiers who seem to be camping out on the grounds.

It finally ends on our hero Eden’s capture — and the punishment and killing of the slaves who accompanied her. Why put the cast and crew through one of those grueling multi-minute tracking shots that can take days to do, just to accomplish something perfectly straightforward about outbursts of violence emerging from ordinary workdays on plantations?

Bush and Renz seem incapable of staging anything convincingly. The several scenes featuring slaves picking cotton are a good example. Like so many directors these days, they seem unable to research what actual physical labor looks like, so the scenes show us slaves standing upright by unnaturally tall cotton stalks poking feebly at cotton bolls while Captain Jasper (Jack Huston), a satanic combination of overseer and Confederate officer on horseback, rides among them gratuitously leering and tormenting them.

Janelle Monáe with London Boyce in ‘Antebellum’. Photo: Twitter/antebellumfilm

That the point of the plantation system was to get rich raising cash crops dependent on the grueling, ceaseless labor of slaves, each bent over by the hour picking hundreds of pounds of cotton a day, seems not to have occurred to Bush and Renz.

This ignorance of what work looks like continues comically into the contemporary midsection of the film, when the fabulous intellectual celebrity Veronica Henley (Janelle Monáe once again) swanks into an academic conference to deliver a paper based on her book advocating racial and gender equality, Shedding the Coping Strategy.

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In this reality, which seems even phonier than the plantation stuff, delivering a paper in the typically drab environs of an academic conference looks here like something between a TED Talk and a speech at the Oscars, all miked up and inspirational, with a standing ovation at the end.

This is doubly baffling since director Gerard Bush claims many female academics among his family and friends, and surely he could simply have asked them about the lousy fluorescent-lit hotel conference rooms, the pressed wood and laminate panel tables, and the seated scholars reading their papers in deadening monotones.

After her hit talk, Henley and her friends go out for a luxurious night on the town — the irrepressible Dawn (Gabourey Sidibe), who’s black, and the sardonic Sarah (Lily Cowles), who’s white. Along the way, they deliver rebukes to racist white staff who show them to a bad table in a restaurant, and humiliate a poor nebbishy white guy at a bar who makes the mistake of sending over to Dawn a mere vodka and cranberry cocktail when he should have noted the expensive champagne they were already drinking and bought them another bottle of the same.

I have to admit I didn’t really understand the point of this lengthy scene, which seems to equate snob values with grrrl-power feminism in the form of a mean lecture on nightmare courtship rituals. Again consulting interviews with Bush and Renz, it seems that they considered it “paramount” to show the women “in their full power,” with Dawn in particular “living her best life.”

The question of why this would represent any woman’s full power or best life is another puzzling rabbit hole you could go down as you wile away the time during the duller parts of Antebellum. But what’s the point? Let’s just reaffirm that we continue to hope for better things from the black American horror film subgenre.

Admittedly, there’s an X factor in directing horror, with certain formal effects creating fear for reasons that aren’t entirely clear and require directorial instinct to pull off, which Bush and Renz seem to lack. For example, if you can judge the distance in a long shot of a monstrous entity in relation to the human viewing it, you can create a lasting moment of terror. Just think of the twin girls in the hallway of The Shining. Jordan Peele seems able to judge that distance, as we see when the “replacement” family stands in shadow, holding hands, at the end of the driveway in Us.

But one very concrete thing that tends to work in horror is a certain directness and simplicity in the basic plot setup that allows the details of sinister atmosphere and scary developments to come to the fore. Examples: a few survivors of attacks by people risen from their graves take refuge in an old farmhouse and spend a night fighting off the “living dead”; a psychotic child who’s institutionalised for killing his sister on Halloween breaks out as an adult and returns to his hometown on another Halloween murder rampage; an alcoholic writer gets a job as caretaker at a huge hotel in the mountains which is closed for the winter, and settles in with his anxious wife and troubled psychic son for six months of total isolation; or a young black man goes with his white girlfriend to visit her parents in their country home where discomfort over everyday racism in the white “liberal” enclave soon turns to terror as it becomes clear that something very bad happens to black people who go there.

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That last film described is of course Get Out, Peele’s amazingly sure-handed debut film. He doesn’t make the initial mistake of Bush and Renz, who probably sold their script on the dubious merits of convoluted plotting with multiple big reveals, that the reality we’re shown is a false front soon to give way to another part of the total reality.

In general, it helps to allow the audience to macerate in the awful effects of one nightmarish scenario which reveals its terrors over time, and with so-called horror noire, the black experience is rife with just such scenarios. Consider the plot of Jordan Peele’s forthcoming sequel to Candyman (1992).

It’s about a black artist living in the newly gentrified Cabrini-Green apartment building, a once-notorious housing project where people of color were abandoned to poverty and crime. He’s haunted by the murderous ghost of a nineteenth-century black artist known as “Candyman,” the son of a slave who’d attained wealth through white patronage and then was lynched for falling in love with a white woman.

It’s unfortunate that Peele is only cowriting and producing this film, when his directing skills are most needed!

This article was first published on Jacobin. You can read the original article here.

In Colonial Bombay, Slavery Practiced by Both Indians and the British Administration

A thriving trade between India and Africa brought many slaves to the city.

In the extensive holdings of records relating to colonial India at the British Library in London are a series of volumes called the ‘Bombay Wills’, spanning the years from 1728 to 1937. This long series of 80 weighty tomes records, in rather dry prose especially as the years go on, the wills which were probated in the courts of Bombay. A perfunctory review of the wills of the 18th century and the early decades of the 19th century, made by Europeans who died in India, reveal that many of them had Indian concubines and natural children who were provided for.

However, there was another human element which figured in these wills: ‘slave boys’. These ‘slave boys’ were listed as part of their property. Occasionally set free after the death of their masters, they were often sold with the rest of the chattel.

The records of the Mayor’s Court, the highest court on the island of Bombay in the 18th century, also contain many such casual references to human commodities – slaves – who were just another item of trade in the city.

In January 1790, a case filed in February 1789 by Bhoychund Tricum against Rutton, a woman tailor, came up for final hearing and disposal in the Mayor’s Court. It concerned a transaction relating to a “slave girl named Mankoor of the Cast Razpoot”. As the case unravelled, it emerged that Mankoor had been bought and sold on the island of Bombay thrice in the year 1786, when she was about 13 years old. Her ownership could first be traced to one Allee Memon ben Abood who sold her on March 24 to Bomanjee Cawasjee Parsee and Sheik Noor Mahomed for Rs 190. A week later, they sold Mankoor to Sek Calloo Havaldar for Rs 255, evidently a handsome deal for them. In November, Havaldar sold her to Rutton Bai for Rs 291, making a modest profit after seven months.

Rutton Bai found it expedient to retain Mankoor for two years; how Mankoor served her mistress during this period is not recorded. In November 1788, when Mankoor was about 15 years old, Rutton sold her to Bhoychund Tricum for Rs 275. However, she seemed to have changed her mind after receiving the consideration and did not hand over the girl to him. The court found merit in Bhoychund’s case and ruled that Rutton Bai had to pay him back the money with interest and costs. It was just a routine commercial dispute as far as the mayor and his aldermen were concerned.

Men and women from all communities in Bombay were involved in this lucrative business. So was the Government of Bombay. Throughout the 18th century, the Bombay government procured slaves from Africa, mainly purchased at the slave market in Zanzibar, either for its own use or for onward transmission to the East Indies where the East India Company had its factories. Bombay was evidently the clearing house for slaves imported from Africa.

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It was only in 1813 that the import and export of slaves was forbidden in Bombay by law. However, the penalties were rather light if one was caught violating the law: six months imprisonment and a fine not exceeding Rs 200. The slaves were to be sent back to their place of origin or allowed to remain in Bombay at the discretion of the magistrate.

“In 1781, there were 431 private slaves in the island, 189 in the Bombay and 242 in the Mahim District and they were employed in various capacities,” notes J.R.B. Jeejeebhoy, a researcher and writer, in his article on slavery in Bombay which appeared in the 1931 issue of Sanj Vartaman Annual. At the dawn of the 19th century, many Bombay citizens, both Indians and European, owned slaves who were part of their household. When Dady Nusserwanjee (1734–1799), also known as Dadysett, made his will in 1794, he settled minor bequests on his six African (or Siddi, as they were known in Bombay) slaves. He also instructed his son Ardaseer Dady to arrange for the male slaves to be married.

It was only in 1837 that slavery was officially outlawed by the British parliament and its naval forces tried to suppress the slave trade across the world. It, however, did not have an immediate impact and slavery in various forms continued to persist in Bombay and elsewhere. In the 1870s, H.B.E. Frere, who had been governor of Bombay (1862–67), led an expedition to East Africa in an attempt to suppress the slave markets on that coast with some success. The Zanzibar slave market was closed in 1876.

There might have been no African slaves in Parsi households in the 1870s but their descendants still lived in Bombay, generally in precarious conditions. For example, in the aftermath of the Parsi-Muslim riots in early 1874, a group of 20 Siddis who were returning after a day’s work on board a ship were set upon by a gang of Parsis. The Times of India (February 23, 1874) noted that:

“The Parsees appear to have become terribly alarmed. Blows were struck. Both parties ran wildly in all directions. The Seedies hid themselves. The Parsees, however, have no excuse for maltreating the unfortunate twenty; but in the present excited state of things, Seedies should, as far as possible, be prevented from going through the Fort, as the very sight of them creates an excitement amongst the Parsees not easy to be allayed.”

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Evidently the Siddis were third-class citizens who had to remove themselves from public thoroughfares. Yet others were living out their days in the households of their former owners. Jeejeebhoy (1885–1960), born into one of the richest families in Bombay, might have had first-hand experience of this situation. Rustom Paymaster, writing Dadysett’s biography in 1931, mentions that the last of such servants, a Siddi ayah, Roza by name, had recently died after a lifetime of service in the Banaji household.

Death of Jimmy in the Bombay plague. His parents are on the left. Photo: Capt C. Moss, 1897. From the Welcome Collection.

The official suppression of slavery did not reduce the demand for cheap and tractable human labour across the globe. This led the British to formulate a system of indentured labour who were shipped from India to its colonies in West Indies, South Africa and elsewhere. Bombay was one of the embarkation points for this export trade. Even within India, large numbers of labourers were transported to tea estates and other industrial complexes under a similar arrangement. This system, which spawned a network of coolie-catchers, soon came to be recognised as slavery in all but name.

The ossified hierarchy of caste and community frequently forced many Indians to reconcile to slavery-like conditions for generations. Human trafficking in Bombay was always a profitable business and many of the residents of the red-light districts of the city which had grown in the latter half of the 19th century lived in a state of semi-slavery. This was an open secret but everyone – social reformers, the government and its police – preferred to turn a blind eye to it. Rarely did it make the headlines.

When the Bombay Chronicle for April 6,1917 published a lead article titled ‘The Slave Market of Bombay’, the issue could no longer be ignored. It related to the murder of a prostitute by a brothel-keeper, “a story of slow torture and ultimate doing to death of a forlorn woman, – who had probably never had any alternative to the forced life of intolerable shame and misery she was leading, – which was told in all its detail in the court, is one so full of repulsive and unprintable horrors.”

After describing the particulars of the case, which came to public attention only because of the accidental discovery of the murder, the Bombay Chronicle concludes, “Many are aware no doubt of the extent to which slave traffic in Bombay flourishes; few can have suspected the existence of such things as this case has revealed.” It called not only for legal reform but also for an awakening of the conscience of the citizens of Bombay.

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The article provoked a flurry of letters to the editor. One of them hoped that “the indignation and wrath evoked by your powerful plea on behalf of the oppressed and helpless slaves of the houses, conducted by heartless monsters in human shape, will not be allowed to die down.”

Another letter from M.M. Marzban in the Bombay Chronicle (April 10, 1917), alluded to “the miles of streets full of women who disgrace the urbs prima in Indis. Start as you may from Pydhonie right up to the end of what is notoriously known as Bhendi Bazar – a synonym for infamy and prostitution from Golpitha (near Grant Road) to the Tramway junction that bifurcates into Grant Road and Tardeo branches; from this point to Tardeo stables of the Tramway Co.; from these stables right up to the corner of Bellasis Road – and what repugnant sites does one see – or rather is obliged to see – while driving in a tram car, and other vehicles, all along these routes? Prostitutes and women – old and young – masquerading under the pseudonyms of ‘dancing and singing girls’ which is only another name for semi-prostitution.”

It is now over a hundred years since this incident. The tramways have been uprooted and the roads and streets of Bombay have acquired new names. But the neighbourhoods are still recognisable by their names and the commuter who is on a BEST bus would be able to experience much the same disgust and despair as the letter-writing Marzban did in 1917.

Murali Ranganathan is a writer and historian researching the 19th century with a special focus on print history and culture.