Tuesday, January 24, 2012

[ZESTCaste] The Tragic Truth About India's Caste System


The Tragic Truth About India's Caste System
Untouchables cling to it because they have few other choices.

Shikha Dalmia | January 24, 2012

My American friends frequently ask me why India's caste system, a
pre-feudalistic division of labor that assigns one's line of work at
birth, has persisted into the 21st century in defiance of every
civilized notion of justice and equality. I thought I knew the answer:
The need of the privileged upper castes for cheap labor to do their
dirty work. But there is an even more tragic explanation that I
discovered during a recent visit to New Delhi while talking to Maya,
the dalit or untouchable—the lowest of the four castes—who has
serviced my family for 35 years. Maya herself clings to her caste
because it offers her the best possible life, even in modern India.

The puzzling thing about the caste system is that it has endured
without any legal force backing it. Unlike slavery, under which whites
actively relied on authorities to maintain their slave holdings, the
caste system is an informal, self-perpetuating institution that has
resisted half-a-century worth of (ham-handed) government efforts to
eradicate it.

How? Consider Maya's story.

Maya assigned herself to our house in a small, gated community in West
Delhi in 1977. We had no choice in the matter. If we wanted our trash
picked, bathrooms scrubbed, and yards cleaned, Maya was it. Indians
find dealing with other people's refuse not just unpleasant, but
polluting. Hence only dalits, whose caste impels them to do this work,
are willing to do it, something that both stigmatizes them and gives
them a stranglehold on the market. And they have transformed this
stranglehold into an ironclad cartel that closes the door on all
alternatives for their customers.

When Maya got married at the age of 16, her father-in-law paid another
dalit $20 for her wedding gift: the "rights" to service 10 houses in
our neighborhood, including ours. Maya has no formal deed to these
"rights" and no court would ever enforce them. Yet they are more
inviolable than holy writ. Maya's fellow dalits, who own the "rights"
to other houses, can't work in hers, just as she can't work in theirs.

Doing so, Maya insists, would be tantamount to theft that would invite
a well-deserved beating and ostracism by the dalit community. No one
would lift a finger to help a "poacher" in distress or attend her
family functions like births, weddings, or funerals. She would become
a pariah among pariahs.

This arrangement has given Maya a guaranteed monthly income of about
$100 that, along with her husband's job as a "gofer" at a government
lab, has helped her raise three children and build a modest house with
a private bathroom, a prized feature among India's poor, in one of New
Delhi's slums. But Maya's monopoly doesn't give her just money. It
also hands her— and her fellow jamadarnis or sweepers— clout to resist
the upper caste power structure, not always for noble reasons.

None of Maya's 10 employers dare challenge her work. Maya takes more
days off for funerals every year than there are members in her
extended family. Complaining, however, is not only pointless but
perilous. It would result in stinking piles of garbage outside the
complainer's home for days. Every time my mother, a stickler for
spotlessness, has gotten into spats with Maya over her sketchy
scrubbing habits, she has lost. One harsh word, and Maya simply
boycotts our house until my mother goes, head hanging, to cajole her
back. Nor is Maya the only jamadarni with an attitude. Nearly all of
Delhi is carved up among Maya-style sweeper cartels and it is a rare
house whose jamadarni is not a "big problem."

But Maya's clout comes at a huge personal price: It shuts the door on
inter-caste acceptability. Segregation has loosened considerably among
the first three castes. Intermingling and intermarriage, even among
the highest brahmin and the relatively lower baniya (business) castes,
is now common, especially in cities.

But dalits are allowed to socialize normally with other castes only if
they give up trash-related work, although marriage remains taboo
regardless. Otherwise, they are regarded as polluted and every
interaction with upper caste folks becomes subject to an
apartheid-like code.

Some of the homes where Maya works, for example, have separate
entrances that allow her to access their bathrooms and collect their
trash without having to set foot in the main house. Although the
families have formed a genuine bond with her and treat her generously,
plying her with lavish gifts on festivals, there are limits. They give
her breakfast and lunch everyday, but in separate dishes reserved just
for her. Sitting at their table and sharing a meal is out of the
question. Not even my mother's driver who, though poorer than Maya,
belongs to a higher caste (higher than my family's), would visit her
home and accept a glass of water.

Maya is resigned to such discrimination, but not her oldest son, 36.
He holds a government job and works as a sales representative for an
Amway-style company and dreams big. He is embarrassed by his mother
and often lies about her work to his customers for fear of being
shunned. He claims he makes enough money to support Maya and wants her
to quit, but she will have none of it. She fears destitution and
poverty more, she says, than she craves social respectability. Her
caste might be her shame, but it is also her safety net.

But the choice may not be hers much longer.

Upon retirement, she had planned to either pass her "business" to her
children or sell it to another dalit for about $1,000. But about six
months ago, local municipal authorities started dispatching vans,
Western-style, to pick up trash from neighborhoods—the one service
that had protected Maya from obsolescence in an age of sophisticated
home-cleaning gadgetry.

Maya and her fellow dalits held demonstrations outside the municipal
commissioner's office to stop the vans. The commissioner finally
agreed to a compromise that lets Maya and her pals collect trash from
individual homes and deposit it at one central spot from where the
vans take it for disposal. But Maya realizes that this is a stopgap
measure that won't last. "I got branded as polluted and became unfit
for other jobs, for what?" she wept. "To build a business that has now
turned to dust?"

Despite the financial loss, her son is pleased. He believes that this
will finally force his siblings to develop skills for more respectable
work instead of taking the easy way out and joining their mother. But
Maya shakes her head at such bravado.

And she might be right. To be sure, post-liberalization, India has
allowed the most dogged and determined dalits to escape their
caste-assigned destiny, even creating the phenomenon of dalit
millionaires. But for the vast majority, as Maya says, opportunities
are better within the caste system than outside it.

When that changes, the system will die, but not until then.

Reason Foundation Senior Analyst Shikha Dalmia is a columnist at The
Daily where a version of this column originally appeared


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