"This book is cleverly and powerfully written. The carefully chosen quotations give it the false appearance of a truthful book. But the impression it leaves on my mind, is that it is the report of a drain inspector sent out with the one purpose of opening and examining the drains of the country to be reported upon, or to give a graphic description of the stench exuded by the opened drains. If Miss. Mayo had confessed that she had come to India merely to open out and examine the drains of India, there would perhaps be little to complain about her compilation. But she declared her abominable and patently wrong conclusion with a certain amount of triumph: 'the drains are India'."
What relevance does Mayo have, after all these years, especially with 'India Shining' as one of the brightest in the firmaments of new economic stars?
Having never read her book before, I finally got around to skimming through it online. There is some hyperbole on par with the travelogues of old (Herodotus, Alberuni, Fahien et al.), fantastical tales and too-broad brush strokes painting people that are far more diverse than simple dismissive statements can suggest.There are several defamatory statements impugning the manhood of the Indian man. One could argue that such statements may have arisen from the heat of the moment, especially with the horrors that she had heard of, being perpetrated on hapless Indian child-brides, which would lower her opinion of both Indian men in general and those 'cautious' elders who went all out to defend the status quo. But there was much truth to what she said of India in that day and age (c. 1925), that still holds true not quite a century later.
Her contention regarding her description and assessments:
"This subject has not, I believe, been presented in common print. The Indian does not confront it in its entirety; he knows its component parts, but avoids the embarrassment of assembling them or of drawing their essential inferences. The traveler in India misses it, having no occasion to delve below the picturesque surface into living things as they are. The British official will especially avoid it--will deprecate its handling by others. His own daily labors, since the Reforms of 1919, hinge upon persuasion rather than upon command; therefore his hopes of success, like his orders from above, impose the policy of the gentle word. Outside agencies working for the moral welfare of the Indian seem often to have adopted the method of encouraging their beneficiary to dwell on his own merits and to harp upon others' shortcomings, rather than to face his faults and conquer them. And so, in the midst of an agreement of silence or flattery, you find a sick man growing daily weaker, dying, body and brain, of a disease that only himself can cure, and with no one, anywhere, enough his friend to hold the mirror up and show him plainly what is killing him.In the current context of Indian media reporting, an epidemic of gang rapes of women young and old has 'suddenly erupted'.
In shouldering this task myself, I am fully aware of the resentments I shall incur: of the accusations of muck-raking; of injustice; of material-mindedness; of lack of sympathy; of falsehood perhaps; perhaps of prurience. But the fact of having seen conditions and their bearings, and of being in a position to present them, would seem to deprive one of the right to indulge a personal reluctance to incur consequences."
Only this time, the drain inspectors are largely Indian, with the many gleeful "I-told-you-so" voices added from the popular media in the West, happy to pile on with the general opprobium.
It is good that such questions are being asked, and more attention being paid to the cultural woes of India than before.Whether this will lead to the lessening of such incidents occurring, I cannot say. There are still too many socio-economic factors that would prevent it from happening soon. But the awareness will hopefully cause the cultural change that is needed to move away from such behaviors, even if it takes a couple of generations to achieve it.
As a young and impressionable kid, I was once gifted a pair of English translations of the Mahabharata and the Ramayana, both rendered by C. Rajagopalachari in fluent, easy to understand English. I rapidly read through the various episodes that were relatively familiar, thanks to the pictorial wonders of Amar Chitra Katha stories. But the tale of 'Yavakrida's end' gave me pause. There was a clear and concise description of rape, which left me with an ominous warning of what not to ever do in terms of walking around alone.
"It was springtime. The trees and creepers were beautiful with flowers and the wholeforest was gorgeous with color and sweet with the song of birds.The very earth seemed to be under the spell of the god of love. Paravasu's wife was strolling alone in the garden near the hermitage of Raibhya. She appeared more than human, in the sweet union in her of beauty, courage and purity.At that time Yavakrida came there and was so overwhelmed by her loveliness that he completely lost his sense and self-control and became as a ravening beast with lust.He accosted her and taking brutal advantage of her fear and shame and bewilderment, he dragged her to a lonely spot and violated her person.Raibhya returned to his hermitage. He saw his daughter in-law weeping, broken-hearted and inconsolable and learning of the shameful outrage perpetrated on her,he was seized with implacable anger. He plucked a hair from his bead and offered it to the fire reciting a mantra."
And retribution in form of a fiend killing Yavakrida ensues, etc. etc. For all we know, this is a cautionary tale inserted into the Mahabharata to warn generations of young women who grew up listening to this work.
Several years later, I ended up moving to a country where such things do not normally happen (or do they? Probably just in different form, vide Central Park Jogger, who grew up in my neighborhood), and do walk around in the spring, enjoying the flowers and birds. But I try to keep a watchful eye out for the potential attacker, just as a caution from that early memory.
No oblivious listening to i-music for me. Always be aware and watchful, never let your guard down. Pay heed to the voices of the drain inspectors of the world, starting with the Mahabharata writer(s), Mayo and others.