A school principal and his associate in Kakinada district in the South Indian state of Andhra Pradesh mercilessly beat three blind students — as if they were going to kill them. And someone videotaped it.
And then media got the video, and aired it on TV just a few days later. Then, angry parents raided the school, and beat up the perpetrators. I’m posting the Telugu-language news video. Watch it. Hear the helpless screams of those young, blind children as their teachers cane them — ten, fifteen, twenty times. If you feel uncomfortable and helpless and angry, it’s your problem.
I do not support the angry parents’ beating up of the principal. But I support their anger.
I especially feel the pain of those kids. I know what horror they went through. Because I was there.
I have many reasons to be ashamed of India. I have many reasons to be proud of India too. But right now, I’d like to focus on the reasons I’m ashamed of the country I have so much love for. You find the statement strange? Okay, that’s your problem too.
Merciless beating of school children, by their teachers inside the classroom, is one reason I’m ashamed of India. Because, I was there. I went through it. India has not changed in half a century. Those malls and money machines and MTV are meaningless. India has not changed.
Then of course, gang raping, killing and hanging of young girls would be another recent reason for me to be ashamed of India. A film star politician’s open vitriol threatening rape of girls from opposition families is another reason. A country of one billion people run by corrupt politicians and their musclemen, mafia and crooks is another reason I am ashamed of my motherland.
There are many other reasons.
Here is the video. Watch it. Feel the way the principal’s cane hits the soft, young skin of those kids in the classroom. Hear their begging for mercy. See how they wrap around the teacher’s legs asking for forgiveness. See how the two child molesters use their supreme power to punish their powerless, vulnerable subjects.
And these students are blind. Not that it would matter.
Feel uncomfortable. Feel angry. And then, perhaps, do something about it.
Shame my shameless, cruel, uncivilized India.
Brooklyn, New York