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The weave of my life : a Dalit woman's memoirs /
Urmila Pawar ; translated by Maya Pandit.
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New York : Columbia University Press, c2009.
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New York : Columbia University Press, c2009.
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Foreword

Wandana Sonalkar

The original title of Urmila Pawar’s memoir is Aaydan, a word from the local dialect spoken in the villages that form the background of her life. Aaydan is the name for the cane baskets that her mother wove to sell for additional income for the family. Translated into English as The Weave of My Life: A Dalit Womans Memoirs, it takes us from her childhood memories of life in the village, and her mother’s constant struggle to make ends meet, through her school and college days in the town of Ratnagiri, to her life after her marriage, in Mumbai, where she enounters a feminist group and later becomes a writer and organizer of Dalit women. The time span it covers is from just after India’s independence in 1947 to the end of the century.

But this trajectory is not the essential narrative line in a book whose title is a better metaphor for the writing technique that Urmila Pawar adopts. The lives of different members of her family, her husband’s family, her neighbors and classmates, are woven together in a narrative that gradually reveals different aspects of the everyday life of Dalits, the manifold ways in which caste asserts itself and grinds them down. The author’s point of view is also woven from two strands: that of the young girl uncomprehendingly witnessing instances of caste injustice, patriarchal domination, and the daily compulsions of poverty, and of the mature woman looking back on these with the insights she has gained later on in her life. And yet the narrator’s position is neither central nor distanced: it is constantly engaged.

We can make a comparison here with what M. S. S. Pandian says about two recent Dalit autobiographical texts, Karukku and Vadu, originally written in Tamil. “The everyday, the ordinary, a temporality that is not teleological, and a language of affect and incomprehension invest caste with certain presentness and immediacy and opens up a space for moral and political appeal to the upper castes. The burden of caste is thus returned to the upper castes.”

In Urmila Pawar’s writing there is plenty of the ordinary and everyday, and a temporality that goes back and forth, from her own childhood to episodes in the life of her mother and her elder brothers and sisters and back. Much has been written of how Dalit autobiographies play down the role of the narrator subject; Pandian also refers to this. The sufferings of the Dalit are, like those of the black slave in America, the sufferings of her community. Not only this, because the path to emancipation is also a social project rather than an individual one, the Dalit autobiography combines witnessing and experiencing in an act of sharing that gives it a political force. The first Dalit autobiographies written in the Marathi language appeared in the 1970s, and women writers soon followed the men. Sharmila Rege’s recent book on what she calls the testimonio of the Dalit woman brings out its unique role in exposing the reality of both caste and gender domination in Indian society.

Urmila Pawar’s memoir follows in this genre; what is different is that, unlike her predecessors, she approaches her subject both as a writer with some literary achievement already under her belt and as an activist who has tried to organize Dalit women and has a specific stance on Dalit feminism. It seems that her objective is to document both caste and patriarchy in the lives that enter into the weave of her memoir. “The language of affect and of incomprehension” that Pandian writes of are somewhat toned down as compared to some of the earlier Dalit autobiographies.

I will try, in this introduction for readers unfamiliar with the Marathi language and with the history and contemporary context of caste, to fill in some of the background and underline some of Pawar’s insights.

The Weave of My Life begins with a detailed description of the harsh landscape of the Konkan region on the west coast of India and the relation these Dalit women—their own lives harsh and full of toil—have with this landscape. The range of the Sahyadris runs along the coastline, and there is a sheer drop down to the sea. The main crop is rice; the poor grow a form of red millet that thrives on the thin soil, but there are also fruits that are native to the region, like several choice species of mangoes, cashews, and the red ratamba fruit that is dried and used as a flavoring for curries. There are heavy rains during the monsoon, but the water runs down into the sea, and, paradoxically, it is hard to find enough water for drinking and washing during most of the year.

The first chapter begins with the village Dalit women’s journey to sell their wares—rice bags, firewood, grass, in the town market. The women walk in a group, accompanied by their children, for how can they leave them behind and who will look after them back in the village? They talk, curse, and gossip among themselves as they climb the hills, along thorny paths, buffeted by strong winds. Their rambling progress, as they trace their zigzag route, is echoed in their talk and sets the tone for Urmila Pawar’s writing in this memoir of a Dalit woman’s life.Urmila Pawar is now a well-known writer in Marathi; her work consists mainly of short stories and a history of the role of women in the movement for the emancipation of the Dalits, or untouchables, led by Bhimrao Ramji (affectionately and respectfully known as Babasaheb) Ambedkar in the early twentieth century, which she wrote in collaboration with Meenakshi Moon, published in 1989. In chapter 8 of her autobiography, Pawar tells us about starting out as a writer. Earlier she had been an enthusiastic participant in school and village plays; this gave her confidence to speak on the stage, and while she was working in Mumbai she came in contact with organizers and political activists among different groups of Dalits. She is struck by situations involving caste and gender prejudice and begins to put down her thoughts in the form of short stories. After some of these are published, she meets other writers and becomes aware of matters of style and structure. Toward the end of the book she takes up her project of recording the histories of older Dalit women who took part in the Ambedkar movement.

The transition from an oral to a written form of self-expression in Urmila Pawar’s own life echoes the story of emancipation of the Dalits. It is interesting that Pawar’s first attempt to form an organization of Dalit women later in her life, in Mumbai, is by starting a literary group called Samvadini, a coined name that adds a feminine ending to the word for conversation or dialogue. In Pawar and Moon’s account of an earlier era of the struggle for Dalit liberation, we find repeated accounts of Dalit women in the 1930s and forties going up onstage in a public meeting, where even to read an announcement or to propose or second a motion is an extraordinary act of self-emancipation.

This is because untouchability, the most extreme manifestation of caste in Indian society, functions through a prohibition not only of touch, and of certain occupations, but also of the public use of speech; it is only the Brahmins who can enunciate sacred texts, but the untouchables are even further silenced by the authority of caste. So for these Dalit women, who were also silenced by the authority of patriarchy, to make a public use of speech was at the time truly revolutionary.

The political scientist Gopal Guru has underlined how Dalit women preserved the emancipatory character of the public use of language in the postindependence period, when, according to him, Dalit cultural politics was beginning to lose its edge. During Ambedkar’s lifetime, and also after his death in 1956, the tradition of Ambedkari jalsas did much to mobilize and politically awaken Dalits across Maharashtra. These troupes drew upon the musical traditions of the Mahars, the largest Dalit caste in Maharashtra, and also on different forms of religious and folksinging, imbuing them with a message of Dalit liberation. However, Guru says, “Dalit women were invisible in the cultural landscape that was completely dominated by Dalit males.” Further, traditionally Dalit women had performed in the erotic song and dance form of the tamashas, patronized by upper-caste men. Ambedkar urged Dalits to give up those occupations and traditions that were demeaning and humiliating, or in the women’s case, sexually exploitative. And so, according to Guru, “the moral code imposed by Dalit patriarchy forced women into private spheres and denied them public visibility.” However, he adds that in the post-Ambedkar era, women also developed their own cultural forms of protest. Urmila Pawar writes about how, after they became Buddhist, the women of her village at first found it hard that they could no longer sing the old religious songs, but later on they wove their own words into the old tunes, talking of their beloved leader affectionately as Baba or Bhim, of his first wife Ramabai (Rama-ai), and of his social message.

After Ambedkar’s conversion in 1956, shortly before his death, Dalits all over the state followed him in giving up the worship of Hindu gods and goddesses and embraced the Buddhist faith. Urmila Pawar was a young schoolgirl at the time. While thousands of Dalits became Buddhist on the occasion of Ambedkar’s own conversion in Nagpur in eastern Maharashtra in October 1956, this wave of conversion reached her village in the Konkan only after Ambedkar’s death on December 6. Pawar describes the grief expressed by all around her on that day, young and old, women and men “weeping uncontrollably,” while she was only just beginning to understand what had happened. And, she tells us, “then the conversion happened quite suddenly … Crowds of people from the surrounding villages marched to the grounds of Gogate College in Ratnagiri until it resembled a sea of humanity. We went there too, along with Govindadada and the other villagers. Several instructions were being issued from the loudspeakers hanging overhead. Then came the reverberating sound of Buddham Saranam Gachchami, and we too joined the chanting of the crowd.

After the ceremony, we went home. Govindadada and the villagers collected the idols and various pictures of the gods and goddesses adorning our walls, which Aaye used to worship every day, and threw them into a basket.”

This was a historic moment in the lives of Dalits in Maharashtra. Throwing away the pictures and idols of Hindu gods and goddesses was significant in two major senses: it meant renouncing the lowly place that was accorded to Dalits in the Hindu caste hierarchy and it also entailed giving up superstition and ritual in favor of a more enlightened view of the world. Buddhism gave the Dalits a new vision of life, the possibility of living in a totally new way, free of bondage and subjugation.

Toward the end of The Weave of My Life, Urmila Pawar returns to her village after living in Mumbai for many years. She sees tarred roads in place of the stony, thorny pathways she used to walk to school on and tiled houses in place of huts. But when she looks into the interior, she is disturbed to find that the old gods and goddesses, and rustic talismans to ward off evil spirits, have returned to the homes of the neo-Buddhist villagers.

The Konkan region, with its rocky paths, its precipitous slopes, and the nearness of the sea, the always palpable presence of a wild and unruly nature, has traditionally been a breeding ground for all kinds of superstitions and belief in ghosts and the occult doings of neighbors. This is an integral part of the culture of the Konkan, and with the Dalits there is added the constant struggle for survival, in conditions of unremitting labor and extreme poverty. This region was also one of the areas that many of Ambedkar’s followers originated from. Urmila Pawar tells us about the villagers’ fight to emerge from these conditions to a better life through the eyes of the rebellious child that she then was, who sees her father merely as a hard and even cruel man. He is willing to thrash his children and his nephews and nieces to put them through school. Yet the narrator also makes us see that his harshness is necessary, for the Dalit child’s road to education is full of obstacles. The children are made to sit apart, they are singled out to perform duties like sweeping the school, they are beaten without reason, for the Brahmin teacher still feels that untouchables have no right to an education. Pawar’s father set up house in Ratnagiri so that his children and his nephews and nieces would have access to better schools. When Urmila’s sister takes up a job and is about to give it up because of the hardships it entails, her father helps out: “That’s when Baba decided to stay with her. He brought his luggage to her tiny room and helped her hold on to the job.”

Pawar’s father also serves as a village priest; he has inherited this mantle from an ancestor who directly challenged the authority of the Brahmin. For a Dalit to take on the duties of a village priest for his community was itself part of a tradition of resistance. The Brahmin, who usually had a monopoly on the priesthood, exacted tribute and profit from every occasion in the villagers’ lives, from birth, marriage, and death to illness, infertility, or madness. The D4alit priest, on the other hand, is partly healer, partly teacher and counselor. His approach to religion is pragmatic; certain rites have to be carried out as a matter of custom. (Later, of course, there is a conscious rejection of these by the Dalits who have turned to Buddhism). He is not above using meaningless mantras to lend dignity to his ministrations, as long as this serves to comfort the supplicant who comes to him. The religious practice of the Dalits is thus shorn of the mystification that surrounds the figure of the Brahmin priest, his monopoly over the interpretation of the sacred law thinly disguising his economic greed. The Dalit priest’s role is to dispense human wisdom in the context of the everyday.

After their father’s death, Urmila’s brother Shahu inherited the priesthood, though he was only twelve years old. People made concessions for the “small” priest and gave him only jobs he could handle.

Anecdotes like these in Urmila Pawar’s memoir can be read for their deep insights into caste as it is lived by the Dalits, with its small cultures of resistance that help to make the ever-present pain of untouchability more bearable. Her own experiences of caste discrimination are narrated with an interweaving of humor or with wry asides of self-deprecation. At school, the Dalit children are saddled with bothersome tasks; on one occasion the master hits Urmila with the unjustified accusation that their family cow has made a mess in the verandah! She runs home crying and is cheered to find that her mother is willing to confront the teacher and demand justice. After her marriage, Pawar is subjected to discrimination when she and her husband look for rented accommodations in the town of Ratnagiri; they have to vacate two rooms after the landlady discovers their caste. In one place, her landlady’s daughter strikes up a friendship and wants to borrow a sari. Urmila generously shows her all her wedding saris; but when the girl discovers Urmila’s caste, “she suddenly lost her voice. Picking up my brocade sari, she walked off.” Here is the paradox of untouchability, that it is fine to borrow a Dalit girl’s sari (and to return it in a soiled and stained condition), but not to have social intercourse with her or drink tea in her house! But Urmila Pawar’s tone in telling us this story is not the “incomprehension” of the suffering subject of the worst kinds of Dalit oppression and violence; rather it is ironic. After all, landladies in small towns are notorious for their caste sensitivities, and it would not be only Dalits who are likely to undergo this kind of discrimination.

One of the most moving anecdotes recounted in this memoir is of the village celebrations of the spring festival of Holi. Mahar youths are made to do the hard work of cutting down branches and trunks of trees and carrying them to the field where a fire will be lighted at dusk. But they are not allowed a place in the celebrations: it is the upper-caste men who carry the palanquin of the goddess, and the Mahars are forbidden to touch it. But the Mahar boys, who by this time have poured lots of drink down their throats, jump up and try to touch the palanquin. They have been affected by the mood of defiance that is peculiar to the Holi festival, when it is acceptable for men and women to howl and curse in public. These are age-old traditions that have been followed by all castes for centuries. On the day after the full moon, people throw dust and cow dung at each other; these days it is customary to spray one another with colored water. While praying for prosperity and the diversion of calamities from the village, the upper castes also ask that the calamities be visited on the Mahars! This is another role thrust on the untouchables, that of carriers of misfortune as well as pollution, protectors and sanitizers of the village who are reviled rather than revered. The defiant Mahar boys are soundly kicked and beaten for their transgression. The narrative here chillingly adopts the technique of “the ordinary”: the youths return to their families, receive some comfort from their mothers and sisters, and run back into the fray, only to get beaten up again. Then the festival moves on to the next stage, and everyone enjoys the dramatic performances staged in the light of the full moon, petromax lamps, and the raging Holi fire.

One of the special features of Urmila Pawar’s memoirs is her account of patriarchy among the Dalits. It begins in the second chapter with the description of the marriage ceremony of her eldest brother. This marrriage took place before the Mahars converted to Buddhism; but Urmila Pawar’s family had already cut down on the number of rites to be performed.. She gives details of the rituals of a Mahar wedding, which the reader of the Marathi original will easily recognize as being different from those of a traditional Hindu wedding. The all-important saptapadi or seven circlings of the sacred fire by the bride and groom, for instance, is replaced by arranging seven piles of rice on a wooden plank for the bride to step on. When the rituals are over, the traditional games begin. After her account of several games, Pawar remarks: “All these games were basically intended to control the bride and keep her in check. But when they were being played, everybody laughed and had a good time. These were happy occasions in their lives.”

Later on in the book, Pawar gives us more serious examples of patriarchal oppression of women both within the Dalit community and along the lines of caste hierarchy, with upper-caste men enjoying a licence to exploit Dalit women sexually. The temple priest sexually abuses a young girl from the nomadic Komti community; the young Urmila sees her coming out of the inner sanctum in tears and does not understand. Her mother and her elder sister Bhikiakka are more victims of dire poverty than patriarchy, but in chapter 5 we have a detailed account of the ill-treatment of another sister, Manjula, at the hands of her in-laws, followed by several cases of similar treatment of daughters-in-law. On the other hand, Urmila Pawar also tells us of her own experience of affection and friendship from members of her husband’s family.

There is a terrible story of a widow who becomes pregnant and is kicked in the stomach by women of the village till she aborts the fetus and later dies. Noting the self-righteousness of the village women who feel that they are upholding the “honor” of their community is the only comment Pawar offers us with regard to this incident. She does not mention whether the woman in question was a Dalit, though that seems unlikely. However, the Dalit women of the village certainly participated in the spirit if not the act of punitive violence.

On the whole, however, Dalit widows were not treated with the same degree of exclusion as in the Brahmin community. Although Pawar does not touch on the issue of widow remarriage, she gives us a small linguistic essay on the interesting term randki sooj, which translates as widow’s swelling or widow swelling. Urmila has heard the phrase from her mother, who claims that, although she is a widow, she does not have the randki sooj. She asks her elder sister about it and gets the following reply: “‘You know, for some women, when their husbands die, it is a release from oppression. Then they look a little better, fresh, so people say they have got the randki sooj.’ Then she grew grave and said, ‘But let me tell you, I have always been like this, somewhat plump, even before my husband died.’” This explanation is perhaps an adequate comment on the nature of dalit patriarchy. The earthy phrase—more so because the word raand means both a widow and a prostitute in Marathi—tells us that many a woman is so badly treated by her husband that she blossoms out a little after his death. And yet, the freedom to joke about it, the common use of such a phrase, also signifies that widows are not completely suppressed.

Urmila Pawar’s use of earthy language is no longer a new stylistic device. Both Dalit autobiographers and Dalit poets have used the vocabulary of the Mahars and the Mangs to delineate a world foreign to the experience of most readers of literature. Pawar is aware that there is not much shock value left in the use of this vocabulary. But she gives us a taste of the women’s cursing, the words they use in quarrels, the open discussion of bodily functions, and of the “polluting” work that the untouchables are forced to do. The raunchy language, the openness, is also an integral part of Dalit culture. The women’s songs, especially those composed after the conversion to Buddhism, carry the touch of the soil, the strength of bodies accustomed to hard labor. Her account of her romance with Harishchandra, the man she eventually marries, also does not shy away from discussing the physical aspects of their relationship.

Maya Pandit’s translation succeeds to a great extent in conveying the flavor of this speech and the down-to-earth humor of Pawar’s writing style. She retains the use of Marathi kinship terms that are so much a part of family relationships and gives us a glossary to their meaning. It is always challenging to translate a linguistically diverse text from one language to another, and here it has been done with considerable accuracy and ease.

Urmila Pawar devotes an entire chapter, the third, to a description of food and eating habits in her family and community. This helps her to accomplish a number of distinct objectives. First, the experience of extreme poverty, of living with a persistent lack of adequate nourishment, is most effectively conveyed through the child’s viewpoint. The mother is described as stingy, fending off her children’s demands, while we also see her efforts to make ends meet and to give them what taste and variety she can. Then there is the contrast with the food habits of young Urmila’s upper-caste schoolmates. The children’s negotiations with each other and the pain the girl feels tell us a great deal about one of the central aspects of caste hierarchy. And, finally, throughout the hierarchy, it is the women who nurture the culture of their caste, and there is an enjoyment and a pride in talking about the food characteristic to one’s caste and the food prepared at festivals, however meager it may be. Women are the cultural carriers of caste, and it is through the patriarchal control of women that caste divisions are maintained.

In the later chapters of The Weave of My Life, Urmila Pawar moves with her husband to Mumbai and works at a job in a government office. Here the narrative picks up speed as she adjusts to life in a metropolitan city. The ubiquitous presence of caste cannot be entirely forgotten even here; there are daily pinpricks and occasionally bigger jolts of caste discrimination. But Pawar makes good use of the newfound freedom and attends meetings, meets women’s groups, and, most important, begins to write. Here, too, her weaving technique is at play as she intersperses the narrative of her own achievements with her observations about the society around her. Her feminism becomes more pronounced. Her increasing activity and fame as a writer makes her husband uncomfortable. There is tragedy—she loses a college-going son—and problems to be resolved. She stands by both her daughters when they go against their father’s wishes, marrying men of their choice.

Pawar’s autobiography has been much acclaimed in Marathi literary circles. It has won prizes and is currently in its third edition. But she says that the book has also received its share of flak, especially in the Dalit community. She has been criticized for her association with upper-caste women’s groups, and her open exposition of Dalit patriarchy has not been welcomed.

The movement for the emancipation of the untouchables carried on for some time after Ambedkar’s death, but the co-optation of many of its leaders by the ruling Congress Party eventually blunted its revolutionary edge. Ambedkar, for his part, like the nineteenth-century social reformer Jotiba Phule before him, was always very clear that a fight for the emancipation of Dalits would have to take up the cause of gender equality. Even today, cultural and political movement leaders organizing against caste invoke the names of Ambedkar and Phule. But—and Urmila Pawar talks about this several times in the later chapters of her book—today’s Dalit leaders are not very open to women raising issues of gender. Some might say that patriarchal attitudes have hardened since the 1990s, when fundamentalist religious organizations began to dig in their heels on the Indian political scene. In fact, the radical face of the Dalit movement began eroding even earlier, with the rise of the Shiv Sena in Mumbai: a party that mobilized disaffected non-Brahmin youth of the city using a fascist rhetoric directed first against “southerners” in Mumbai and later against Muslims.

Similarly, though some dialogue between Dalit women’s organizations and the “mainstream women’s movement”—itself a problematic term today—have been initiated, there is still distrust and suspicion. The issues raised on each side do not translate well into the rhetoric of the other. There has not been enough genuine dialogue or attempts to forge a common program, though there is more talk of gender and caste today than at any time in the past.

In any case, Urmila Pawar is today quite deeply involved in a political attempt by Dalit women’s organizations to bring together the movements against gender and caste inequality. Recently, she was one of the organizers of protests in Mumbai on the brutal murder of a Dalit woman and her daughter in a village named Khairlanji in the Bhandara district at the eastern end of Maharashtra state. The story is depressingly familiar. An upwardly mobile Dalit family attracted the ire of the village upper castes, as they owned a bit of land, a daughter was studying in college, and her mother bought her a bicycle. Attempts to harass them by trying to encroach into their land were resisted. The retaliation of the upper castes was visited upon the two women, Surekha and Priyanka Bhotmange. Their bodies, stripped naked, were found dumped in a river. A recent court verdict has acquitted three of the accused and pronounced a death sentence on five others for murder. However, the judgment denies any caste motivation for the crime and also refuses to take cognizance of the accusation of gang rape, since evidence of the latter has been systematically destroyed. Dalit women’s organizations, in demanding justice for the victims of this crime, seek to underline how violence, especially sexual violence, is perpetrated on Dalit women whenever it is felt that the caste order has been transgressed. The involvement of the state and the media in suppressing these implications of the Khairlanji violence has, however, not been taken up either by Dalit political organizations or women’s organizations as a major issue, though some protests have been organized by women’a organizations at the local and national levels.

If one wishes to understand the complex interweaving of caste and patriarchy and how it affects the lives not only of Dalit women but of men and women of all castes living in contemporary India, Urmila Pawar’s book has much to offer. I am sure that non-Indian readers, too, will find articulations here that they can resonate with. A careful reader will learn much about how the politics of culture is played out in the lives of ordinary women and men in a situational context vastly different from her own. She may also understand something of the role that Dalit women can play in shaping the politics of the future.

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Through the descriptions of her early family life, Urmila Pawar skillfully takes the reader through a rich archive of Dalit history. Remarkable in many ways, her autobiography demonstrates the deep fissures between the feminist movement and movements for the uplift of lower castes. Pawar's own experiences as a Dalit Buddhist female activist abound in the difficulties she faced while joining these different causes.
"Through the descriptions of her early family life, Urmila Pawar skillfully takes the reader through a rich archive of Dalit history. Remarkable in many ways, her autobiography demonstrates the deep fissures between the feminist movement and movements for the uplift of lower castes. Pawar's own experiences as a Dalit Buddhist female activist abound in the difficulties she faced while joining these different causes." -- Rochona Majumdar, University of Chicago
"Through the descriptions of her early family life, Urmila Pawar skillfully takes the reader through a rich archive of dalit history. Remarkable in many ways, the autobiography demonstrates the deep fissures between the feminist movement and movements for the uplift of lower castes. Pawar's own experiences as a dalit Buddhist female activist abound in the difficulties she faced in bringing together these different causes." -- Rochona Majumdar, University of Chicago
The English translation by Maya Pandit is quite successful in bringing out the ethnic flavor of the Marathi original.
I would recommend this engaging and well written (and translated) narrative to missiologists...It provides a rich case study from many different angles.
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"My mother used to weave aaydans, the Marathi generic term for all things made from bamboo. I find that her act of weaving and my act of writing are organically linked. The weave is similar. It is the weave of pain, suffering, and agony that links us."Activist and award-winning writer Urmila Pawar recounts three generations of Dalit women who struggled to overcome the burden of their caste. Dalits, or untouchables, make up India's poorest class. Forbidden from performing anything but the most undesirable and unsanitary duties, for years Dalits were believed to be racially inferior and polluted by nature and were therefore forced to live in isolated communities.Pawar grew up on the rugged Konkan coast, near Mumbai, where the Mahar Dalits were housed in the center of the village so the upper castes could summon them at any time. As Pawar writes, "the community grew up with a sense of perpetual insecurity, fearing that they could be attacked from all four sides in times of conflict. That is why there has always been a tendency in our people to shrink within ourselves like a tortoise and proceed at a snail's pace." Pawar eventually left Konkan for Mumbai, where she fought for Dalit rights and became a major figure in the Dalit literary movement. Though she writes in Marathi, she has found fame in all of India.In this frank and intimate memoir, Pawar not only shares her tireless effort to surmount hideous personal tragedy but also conveys the excitement of an awakening consciousness during a time of profound political and social change.
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"My mother used to weave aaydans , the Marathi generic term for all things made from bamboo. I find that her act of weaving and my act of writing are organically linked. The weave is similar. It is the weave of pain, suffering, and agony that links us." Activist and award-winning writer Urmila Pawar recounts three generations of Dalit women who struggled to overcome the burden of their caste. Dalits, or untouchables, make up India's poorest class. Forbidden from performing anything but the most undesirable and unsanitary duties, for years Dalits were believed to be racially inferior and polluted by nature and were therefore forced to live in isolated communities. Pawar grew up on the rugged Konkan coast, near Mumbai, where the Mahar Dalits were housed in the center of the village so the upper castes could summon them at any time. As Pawar writes, "the community grew up with a sense of perpetual insecurity, fearing that they could be attacked from all four sides in times of conflict. That is why there has always been a tendency in our people to shrink within ourselves like a tortoise and proceed at a snail's pace." Pawar eventually left Konkan for Mumbai, where she fought for Dalit rights and became a major figure in the Dalit literary movement. Though she writes in Marathi, she has found fame in all of India. In this frank and intimate memoir, Pawar not only shares her tireless effort to surmount hideous personal tragedy but also conveys the excitement of an awakening consciousness during a time of profound political and social change.
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"My mother used to weave aaydans, the Marathigeneric term for all things made from bamboo. I find that her act of weaving and myact of writing are organically linked. The weave is similar. It is the weave ofpain, suffering, and agony that links us."Activist andaward-winning writer Urmila Pawar recounts three generations of Dalit women whostruggled to overcome the burden of their caste. Dalits, or untouchables, make upIndia's poorest class. Forbidden from performing anything but the most undesirableand unsanitary duties, Dalits were believed to be racially inferior and polluted bynature and were therefore forced to live in isolatedcommunities.Pawar grew up on the rugged Konkan coast, nearMumbai, where the Mahar dalits were housed in the center of the village so the uppercastes could summon them at any time. Usually Dalits live in the margins of avillage, but in the Konkan region, they were located at the convenience of the uppercastes. As Pawar writes, "the community grew up with a sense of perpetualinsecurity, fearing that they could be attacked from all four sides in times ofconflict. That is why there has always been a tendency in our people to shrinkwithin ourselves like a tortoise and proceed at a snail's pace." Pawar eventuallyleft the Konkan coastal region for Mumbai, where she fought for dalit rights andbecame a major figure in the Dalit literary movement. Though she writes in Marathi,she has found fame in all of India. In this frank and intimate memoir, Pawar sharesher tireless effort to surmount hideous personal tragedy and captures the excitementof an awakening consciousness during a time of momentous political and socialchange.
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"My mother used to weave aaydans, the Marathi generic term for all things made from bamboo. I find that her act of weaving and my act of writing are organically linked. The weave is similar. It is the weave of pain, suffering, and agony that links us."Activist and award-winning writer Urmila Pawar recounts three generations of Dalit women who struggled to overcome the burden of their caste. Dalits, or untouchables, make up India's poorest class. Forbidden from performing anything but the most undesirable and unsanitary duties, Dalits were believed to be racially inferior and polluted by nature and were therefore forced to live in isolated communities.Pawar grew up on the rugged Konkan coast, near Mumbai, where the Mahar dalits were housed in the center of the village so the upper castes could summon them at any time. Usually Dalits live in the margins of a village, but in the Konkan region, they were located at the convenience of the upper castes. As Pawar writes, "the community grew up with a sense of perpetual insecurity, fearing that they could be attacked from all four sides in times of conflict. That is why there has always been a tendency in our people to shrink within ourselves like a tortoise and proceed at a snail's pace." Pawar eventually left the Konkan coastal region for Mumbai, where she fought for dalit rights and became a major figure in the Dalit literary movement. Though she writes in Marathi, she has found fame in all of India. In this frank and intimate memoir, Pawar shares her tireless effort to surmount hideous personal tragedy and captures the excitement of an awakening consciousness during a time of momentous political and social change.
Table of Contents
Introduction: The Names and the Archive
The Law and the Fact: The 1994 Campaign
Between Amputation and Imputation
Refutation
Testimony: From Document to Monument
Conclusion: Shame and Testimony Against History
Notes
Index
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