The Question of the ‘Brahmin’ and the ‘Dalit’

“As Fanon put it half a century ago: ‘I am not a potentiality of something; I am fully what I am.’ If my language contains mispronunciations, cracks, silences, stubbornness, wounds, and scars that you cannot fathom, that is not my fault. That is your problem. It reflects the complexity of the world I inhabit, a world from which you have always kept a safe, untouchable distance.”–The Wire

How glibly we write, the Savarnas and the Dalits,

We want to be cleverer than the other guy

We did and dig and dig, unearthing causes

Of why what occurred occurs and keeps occurring

Articles are written, tomes are written, and read

The causes still elude us despite the scholars

Or at least new causes keep coming up

For why we suffer the way we keep suffering

And the way we keep inflicting suffering

We can neither stop, nor forgive nor forget

Inhabiting the world of words intellectuals create

We forget the word called ‘Love’, whose absence

Is the Mother of all causes that there be.