Continued from ‘The Criminals who mass-copied: Part I
Darker, I mean it.
Our society is divided not on the grounds of wealth, creed or religion. It is divided simply by skin tone. Complexion. ‘Colour.’
Watch popular media. Count the number of celebrities who are dark, I mean the ones who could sway hearts. The ads of fairness creams leave deep chatter marks in our mind. The fairer, the better. Repeats the mantra.
The dark is born with a yearning to turn into what it is not. It is fed with all the fruits that are known to change the skin tone. If it’s a girl she has to put in an extra lot consistently in her life, in her career and romance, to compensate for her tone, and to keep in pace with her cool, bold and naughty classmate who is unfairly fair.
Ingraining begins at home.
Cooped up in a home with a fair sibling, the dark child’s infancy is steeped in ‘racial’ taunts and equally insulting words of consolations from parents. He sulks and suffers inside his hell: his dark skin. Repeated comparisons to his fairer sibling conditions him to ‘resign to his fate’.
In course of time, the fair learns one thing from their bitter half. The dark never band together and rise against the unfairness of the world. They lack the confidence to stand up and get noticed because of the countless insults they had suffered since their childhood. They learn the art of pocketing insults and blinking back tears in silence. Their meek reactions become cries in the wilderness. That sets in a dubious master-slave relationship in the society. The fair and the dark. The Master and the Slave. The pretty girl who parts her legs and the boy who covers up his misdeed with a fluent talk in English know where to ride their fairness boldly into. They are the Masters of our world.
But on the other hand, the dark if confronted stumbles, falters, and succumbs even if it knows that it is right.
Like people, educational institutions are also divided by their skin tone. Be it a school or a college.
How can a school be fair or dark?
Tell me the image of a boy that comes into your mind when I say Loyola school or St Thomas school. How do you compare him with the idea of a boy from Chalai government school or Manacaud government school? You get the point now.
You know which one speaks English, and is fair and prim.
Schools and colleges which have a good share of this fair, English speaking, suave youth somehow become the icon of fairness too. The crimes committed by their students are dismissed as cute failings, while those lapses made by the students of dark institutions, where most of the downtrodden study, are blown out of proportion and brandished from the top of the house.
The Government colleges and institutions like where I work now are considered dark, given the huge number of students who come from poor background (obviously the dark people). Eighty percent of our students look like 80 percentage of Malayalees. They speak their mother tongue, they are dark; they come from villages, they are raw.
Surprisingly even if they have lighter complexion, it doesn’t help. They won’t get the advantage of that skin tone, as the skin tone of the college always overrides the skin tone of the individual student. So the moment you reveal you are from Attingal Government college, or Peringammala Iqbal College or St Xaviers, the image of a dark student, who speaks only Malayalam pops up in the mind of ‘the fair other.’
All rules of prejudices against the dark, deeply ingrained in the mind of the society, suddenly come alive.
You can tie anything on them, and the media and the general public are predisposed to buy the evil of the deviant dark without questioning. Be it mass copying or murder. The victim college, which has the same mind as that of the dark individual, knows from the beginning that it is an uphill task to prove it otherwise.
It fights its battle alone, and then retires into its private hell, sulking inside its dark skin.
Did I say media?
Oh, yes. Some of the frantic parents of our students tried in vain to bring media attention to the tragedy that befell on their kids. Had the same misfortune fallen on one of the fair colleges in the state, we would have seen what hell’s fury is through television channels.
Nothing happened here. Nobody came to pick their bytes.
Even the online malayalees, who are vociferous in other matters, were busy jacking off at the image of the Solar woman with one hand and hurtling stones at her with the other – Malayalee’s favourite online game.
But here there was no scandal, no peep shows, no bedroom scenes, no sex bombs dropping from time to time important names who had slept with her.
The parents only had the story of 29 poor students, their children, who were debarred by the university. Most of them dark and not as photogenic as Saritha.
I called one of my students who studied in SN College long back. I taught her the first lessons in Journalism and literature. She is now working in mainstream media. She promised me three times on three different occasions to reach to us. When she stopped picking up her teacher’s phone call I realized how much she struggles to distance herself from her past, her old college and to slough off her dark skin.
So Manu, are you justifying malpractice? Not a bit.
But one thing you must know. Examination malpractice happens everywhere. In every college. Be it dark or light. We teachers come across suspicious answer sheets in valuation camps. We can report. But we know that if we make one error in our judgment, we send a girl, who can be highly talented right into Ramachandran textiles in East Fort as a sales girl. Some of those children are so weak-hearted that they won’t survive the humility. They end up their lives on one end of a rope.
As a teacher, I think a hundred times, before I take that call in my life.
Sir, give me a bunch of answer sheets from the fairest college in the state. I will circle enough words and phrases that point to the same crime, you allege these children with. The youth everywhere is the same, sir. They are a big pool of water.
You took one spoon of it from our side of the pond and wonder how dirty the water is. You say…
How dirty… the dark is.
Thou shall not covet another woman. You know that testament? Have you ever coveted another woman at least in your dream?
“Yeah, but it is quite human. The subconscious…”
Have you coveted or not?
“Yes. But even Freud..”
You broke the ninth testament. A grievous fault. You must be punished. Right?
“Yes, I committed that sin. And I know that it is wrong but…”
So you have confessed. You will be shot to death.
“It is just, I agree. But I have a doubt: Why didn’t you ask the same question to the one standing near me?”
“the skin tone of the college always overrides the skin tone of the individual student”. Absolutely true. The skin tone of a college in Kerala always bears an unsavory history also. A section in society always wants to go back to a system which , the ‘modern’ Kerala has successfully uprooted in the second half of twentieth century. . That change happened not because of any magnanimous decision taken by someone belonging to that ‘fair’ section, but because of relentless political campaign and cultural interventions. The argument in this article is not just a case of caste, but class too. With more and more private schools/colleges which cater to the needs of the middle and upper classes in the society, what we have already lost is a ‘Public Space’, where students from all walks of life studied a single syllabus, with a single mind, mingling with each other. The ‘fairer’ institutions actually try to create a society in which only ‘fairer’ survive. So, it is their need to create or sustain a backward class so that they can continue like masters and keep the ‘other’ as their slaves. They will go to any extent for this. This article brings to the fore yet another problem that our ‘dalit’ students face among the so called ‘fairer’ class. So many times i have heard my class mates and colleagues talking against the ‘unfair’ practce of providing stipend and reservation for the dalits and backward classes. But i always dismissed such comments with the only argument that, there was a time( not very long)when the ‘fairer’ enjoyed 100% reservation, and so many ‘stipends’ from the ruling ‘maharajas’! We need to delve deeper into the past to get a better idea about the present.
this is something ridiculous…. how could they play with the lives of 29 children. These kinds of malpractices, even more than this, are there in every college. I myself have seen it. This is just like spoiling their lives.
I’m so happy you wrote this… Sadly, every word you’v said is so very true!!!! The walls are so strong it’s almost impossible to pull them down….And they are so strong becoz they’ re an unseen presence….I just wish the students remain strong and brave…..
judging a person based on his/ her skin tone or dress is the worst thing. But this is the way most of the people evaluate others. Fair, even if they have no substance and even if they are good for nothing, would get some kind of advantages. Our society is shaped in such a way. They don’t look into a person. They suddenly make conclusion even without knowing a person.
knowingly or unknowingly the cruelty of illtreating the black continues. but it is a pity to see it from teachers as they are the only possible community that can treat all children devoid of color,caste,religion,money,etc equally. still it happens!!!
When people talk about the injustice of the negro slave trade in Europe and America I ask them, can u really compare that to our homeland where we enslaved our own brothers?
forget enslaved.. more like an engraved consent of subdual. “we are the lowly dravidians, the rakshasas.”
To think that this stands to this day shows how deeply it has been etched into our minds.
and in this day and age !!!
I feel so indignant!! I don’t know how to express how much my heart goes out to all of them!!
In the caste ridden University System of Kerala apartheid appears in a new manner. Rather than concentrating on safeguarding the interest of own caste, more attention is devoted on ruining the future of Black.
Please realize that Communism has been replaced by Communalism in Kerala, especially in the Southern part.
Let me quote one of the very interesting observations made by one of my friends in this context:
During 70s and 80s prominent actresses in Malayalam Film industry were Sheela, Jayabharathy, Sarada and so on and now: Navya Nair, Shalu Menon, Ramya Nair, Priyanka Nair and so on, of course, specifying their caste.
The specific instance quoted by you is purely a caste play and I can provide empirical evidence for this type of communal foul plays repeatedly going on there with the active connivance of some vested interests.
Quite interestingly, the aggrieved parties are quite unaware of this nasty game. Although the vested interests are aiming at a particular black group, in instances like what has happened for your students, there are their own kids. In respect of the students referred to by you, the authorities, it is observed, have flouted the provisions in the Act and Statutes , besides misinterpreting the authority to their favour. But it is cruel that they have ruined the bright future of a few innocent young students, citing flimsy reasons.
This foul play, it seems, is encouraged by the youngsters from mass media – both print and electronic – and the young politicians who are madly influenced by the caste factor.
Here the basis question is : Who will bell the cat?
You did it.Congratulations. Keep it up.
I cant believe the brutality. And the fact that no one is coming to fight for these children! And where is our beloved Manager Sir? Doesnt he want to take up the cause?! Feeling so violated just by reading this.
This is really riveting. I can relate to this easily as I was a pre-degree student at Chempazhanthy SN College during the beginning of 90’s and my native place is Powdikonam, a village near Chempazhanthy., As you said most of the students come from ordinary families, who know hunger, poverty, and the so called marginalisation. They were from villages around chempazhanthy, pothencode, vembayam, nedumangad, kilimanoor, etc. I still remember how we used to share lunch brought by any of us wrapped in heated plantain leaves with just a coconut chammanthi and vendakka mezhukuperatti..Even an omlette was a luxury for many of us. I just came to know about this issue when I visited kerala last month and I was not aware of the seriousness of this issue. Gradually the Thiruvananthapuram media shifted the focus to MG college issue, again a college where students from poor background are put at stake for somebody’s political interest. A noble attempt from a model teacher. All my support for the students and teachers like you.
thank you sir for all.especially for being discussing our problems with everyone.we know we are not the best students.you tried a lot to make us best and smart.but we cant reach atleast a bit.we are really sorry for every thing.
sorry sir,please forgive us
Same thing i faced yesterday on my youtube channel. One boy comment me “just stop my channel you r not glamour then y i start dis channel “. When i see dis comment i replied him d colour of my blood s red.