The Hans India | Oct 31, 2020
We (you, I and them) are all tribals by origin. Over the years, we have lied to ourselves and conveniently believed that we are not tribals and that we were never tribals. A lie repeated constantly becomes the truth.
In the last seven decades and more, after many ‘convenient’ map makings, we have been trying our best to destroy tribals and their lives. Still, they hold the keys to our rental economy, specifically for Odisha, Jharkhand, Chhattisgarh, parts of Andhra Pradesh, Maharashtra and the North East. The platitudes related to a trillion-dollar economy are majorly based on the mines and minerals in custody of our indigenous peoples. The tribals, whom we left behind and set out in pursuit of creature comforts, remain the guardians of flora and fauna, below which lie the sparkle of billions of dollars.
In our interest, we have ensured that they get relegated to being defined as ‘backward communities’ so that we can intervene with our largesse, which we think they need but they know they don’t. This is akin to us rushing back to our paternal property for an emergency bail out, when we are choked by our debt-ridden city existence.
It is becoming increasingly chaotic for tribal communities in the mineral haven of Koraput in Odisha. The haven has attracted ravens. We (you and I) have been successful in finally ‘breaking’ them. If we do not make cohesive communities fritter away, we will be rendered jobless, penniless, and worthless. For example, the non-profit sector has to play the tribal story, year after year, for their donors to keep them alive. Jargons like ‘capacity building’ and ‘community empowerment’ are their lifeline. Sporadic cases of tribal ‘development’ or tribal youth making it big is media hyped. So much so that it is like being euphoric. Taking a selfie with a chimpanzee.
There always had been a disciplined and organised leadership style in these communities, till we tampered and wrecked indigenous societies. A new village was typically established as Ektaguda — which literally means a village discovered by one person. The word Ekta here does not signify unity but ‘singular’. When there is any calamity in a village, people tend to shift to a new place because they believe they have incurred the wrath of their deity. Any community adversity like an epidemic or fire or ill-health of children is a bad omen and the elders in the community are convinced that the deity wants them to abandon the village. Accordingly, the enterprising of the lot, ventures out to find a new place. He explores, discovers, starts a new settlement and becomes the obvious choice for the village headman. He becomes the Nayak and the system becomes hereditary.
This system of village administration need not fit into our description of governance but it always provided three crucial elements:
l Unbridled independence to villagers, including exemplary gender equality
l Community living, with no individual asset holding
l Collective livelihoods mechanisms like community farming
The indigenous communities thus are much more united and bonded than we are. We should envy, obviously. With technologies, we have further divided ourselves and all our algorithms are aimed at profiling, dividing and creating a new world of fakes.
Our divisibility exposes our hypothetical ‘mainstream’ — where there is hardly any stream and there is nothing called a ‘main’ because there is unruly wrangling for freedom. From the United States to Belarus, about 25 per cent of our time is spent on the streets protesting. Still, we bracket indigenous people as PVTG — Particularly Vulnerable Tribal Groups. Who is vulnerable? You know the truth. There is an Odia saying whose literal translation could be something like “who can wake up someone who pretends to be sleeping while awake?”.
Our machinations have brought in complications in their lives. Gender-based violence was never known among indigenous communities because there was never any segregation — because there was no individual property or family entitlements or self-imposed, hypocritical rituals of fidelity.
It was simple, commune living. Many of our Gurus later on replicated commune living in western countries, which has been hailed as ‘magic’. But we, with the help of statutes, are bent on obliterating pristine life in its most original form. We were always meant to be like this.
Crime against women, burglary and cheating were never known in the communities. They did not use money and did not have any need for lust. All their needs were met by their Supreme Lord and provider, their forests — perennial streams, abundance of fruits, spices, mushrooms, wild tubers and roots.
The mix of native millets, pulses, legumes and oil seeds grown on small shift-and-burn patches on hill slopes, locally known as dongar (the clear patches) made their diets super healthy. Non-communicable, lifestyle diseases were not known, as recently as a few years ago.
They depended on the valley — the outside market for cloth, salt, kerosene and the delicacy of dried fish, intermittently. They had everything and so did not ever need money. We are jealous, quite naturally. We are poverty-stricken but we run programmes to eradicate their poverty. Hopeless sadism and nauseous guile. I and my civil society are squarely responsible.
With our public schemes and the lure of money, the community became political. Today, the community leaders are trained to engage in bitter, schismatic and corrupt governance. We need them and so we penetrated their self-sustained system, created artificial needs, peddled ‘development’, and finally got them addicted to our tokenism.
Tokenism is the new opiate of life. We have successfully spiked credulous lives with the poison of deceitful politics. If development was well meaning, then there was no place for politics.
Why do we have tribal youths going out as migrant labour? In the last seven decades and more, how many community livelihood programmes have provided sustainability to the indigenous communities? Where is the mainstream? Do you see that animal anywhere?
Is holding a smart phone, riding a bike, or getting glued to porn in the name of OTT, development? The ward member in a village has all the whereabouts of girls being trafficked out of the village or youths getting into organised crime. How do we sensitise the ward member that due to his or her complicity, a whole generation in getting wiped out? Do our civil society organisations go and spend time with the community leaders? Do our Harvard heading ‘smart fellows in public policy and governance’ care to work with them? Do we discuss threadbare the issues of the communities in our endless, wisdom-spewing Zoom meetings? Talking and talking and talking, we achieve nirvana. While post-retirement wisdom is flowing unchecked, the extraction industry has already extracted our native lives from us, natives.
Some day, we will realise if we are left alive and soon the forest Lord will seek His abode on another planet. Mythologies are no more myths — I am the asura and am scared of tribals because I am lowly.