Monday, March 19, 2012

The punishment...

**Disclaimer: The intent of the story is not to bring out the differences but to establish human values. I do not know the credibility of the source. This might also be a work of fiction**

Apartheid was a system racial segregation enforced through legislation by the National Party governments of South Africa between 1948 and 1994, under which the rights of the majority non-white inhabitants of South Africa were curtailed and white supremacy and Afrikaner minority rule was maintained. (Source Wikipedia)

Why am I quoting this?? Because my next story revolves around an incident that happened during this period. As the disclaimer says, I do not know the credibility of this story,..

This story is about an African woman, in her mid forties. A wife to a devoted husband, a mother to a rebellious child. A rebellious child not in the house, but to the system of discrimination shown during that period. Born leader, this child gathered a group of youngsters who decided to fight fire with fire. They acquired arms and through violence, started fighting the non-black forces for the discrimination they had done. An aggressive search was ordered to bring the leader of the group to justice. While the leader was hiding in his house, the soldiers, on the pretext of searching started harassing the family members, this continued for a few days until the leader could take it no more. On that unfortunate day, when the soldiers were harassing the members of the house, this leader stepped out and started shouting at the soldiers. The soldiers shot him dead, took his body. The father protested, requesting the soldiers to at least give the body of their son, the soldiers shot the father and took his body as well. As a warning, they told the lady that if she complained to anyone about this incident, then the bodies of her husband and her son would not be returned. The lady had no choice but to keep quiet.

In 1994, when apartheid ended and Nelson Mandela was made the president of South Africa, one of the first assignments he took was to establish a commission called "the True Commission". This commission would look into any racial discrimination done to the black people and try to do justice to the in-justice done. The lady's case was brought up, and after verification, it was clarified that the soldiers had NOT respected the orders that they were given, injustice was done.

Nelson Mandela along with the soldiers visits the lady's house and asks ##"My dear lady, these are the two soldiers who have acted beyond their orders to kill your husband and son. I could not think of any punishment that would do justice to the fate they have brought upon you. So, I have brought them to you. I will let you decide the punishment. What would you recommend as a punishment to them?"

The lady responds, "Sir, I have lost two of my closest members, both of whom were of great support and strength to me. I have suffered so many years without a word. If I give my recommendation, it will certainly be influenced by my past events, is that acceptable ?"

Nelson Mandela responds, "Certainly, it will be executed without questioning"

The lady responds, "Sir, I have longed for so many years to eat a morsel of food together with my family, and I have none. These two deprived me of that right. As their punishment, I want them to visit my house every Sunday, sit with me, talk to me as though they are my children and eat food with me. Not just this, on every other day of the month, they have to spend time with other families like mine, and share their happiness/sorrow".

Nelson Mandela asks, "That will be arranged madam. But why this punishment?? Are you a religious lady?? I certainly would have come to this decision if I were you. I am curious to know, why did you take this decision ?"

The lady responds, "A punishment should evoke remorse in a person. Every time they eat a morsel of food with families like mine, they will be reminded of the injustice they did, and the sharing of joy and sorrow will help them understand the conditions and emotions we black people have. Its the same blood that runs in all our veins. Understanding us will hopefully make them better people".

********The story ends********

Now, I do not know if this is a true story or not, but its certainly a story that evokes emotions in me every time i listen to it. This is because of the following things:

* The elevated thinking of a mother, who despite of having gone through the pain was able to think beyond the pain and suggest a punishment that would change the mind set of the soldiers.

* My earlier blog also talked about - Justice tempered with mercy, this story also derives the same concept. Justice should be done to change the person from within. It is not "justice" if it makes a person harbor more hatred within him all throughout his punishment and then after the term, he becomes a greater threat to the society.

* A mother, is always a mother! I remember a saying in Kannada "ಕೆಟ್ಟ ಮಗು ಹುಟ್ಟಬಹುದು ಆದರೆ ಕೆಟ್ಟ ತಂದೆ ತಾಯಿ ಯಾವತ್ತು ಹುಟ್ಟೋಲ್ಲ " which translates to, "Our land can give birth to a bad child, but not bad parents!"

## - Made up conversation - to give life to the story

Monday, February 20, 2012

Justice tempered with mercy..

Well.. my Advanced Communicator Bronze, Story Telling Project 3 is due tomorrow, so, i have come up with this story for my project.. I hope you like it.


The kingdom of Mayanagar was ruled by an able and just king aatmaswarup. It was his routine to visit his kingdom's fair on his lovely white horse. Strong and sturdy as the king himself, the horse's majestic walk was a sight to see! Shwethakeshi was the king's pride. Everybody loved the king. Everybody but one, kaalu, the petty theif. Don't be hasty in judging him, he didn't hate the king, he just couldn't stand not owning such one-of-a-kind horse. Oh man! Everyday he dreamed of sitting on that horse and riding it and slowly but steadily the dream began to grow on him. He mustered the courage to hatch a plan, a plan to steal the king's horse. On the night of aamayavsya (no-moon-day), kaalu went to the king's stable. He loosened the grips of the rope tied to the sleeping horse. The loosened grip caught the horse's attention and neighed, the soldiers got alerted and kaalu had to leave that place before the soldiers found him out. "Another day!", he said to himself, and this time, i will steal you in broad daylight!

As weeks passed by, kaalu started planning meticulously for his plot. It was flawless, he thought. The day came close when kaalu had to execute his plot. On a sunday, kaalu dressed himself as a crippled beggar, limping his way across the streets of the crowded kingdom fair. He was right where he had planned, the exact street through which the king would pass by every day! On that day, as the king passed by, kaalu shouted, "oh! noble king, won't you help this crippled man cross this busy street?", everybody turned around, the king saw kaalu, he stopped, and replied back, "yes! my beloved citizen, come ride with me, i will take you to your destination", to which kaalu replied, "my lord, i am physically challenged, please help me get on to your majestic horse". To this request, aatmaswarupa got down from his horse, and helped kaalu to get on to the horse, and as he was about to climb the horse, kaalu rode the horse away, in front of everyone, the soldiers rushed to catch him, but their speed was no match to the white beauty. The king was left, separated from his pride, all alone in a crowded streets of the kingdom's fair.

A few months passed by, and one night as the king was taking an evening stroll, he saw someone coming towards him, on a horse, a white one..

"Greetings my noble king", came a voice from the other end. "Hello kaalu, greeted the king!". Kaalu was shocked, how did the king know his name ?? Could it be ?? "Did you know that it was I, who stole your horse on that day?", asked kaalu out of curiosity. "Yes! Your disguise was very revealing", smiled the king. "Then.. then.. why did you not arrest me immediately when you so clearly saw my intentions", asked kaalu. The king smiled again, and said - "kaalu, we were in the middle of a fair, a fair filled with common people. If i had arrested you then, as a thief, let me remind you, that you presented yourself as cripple. With the arrest, my citizens would praise me of course, but from that day on wards, they would also start suspecting every cripple in the society of being a theif. To stop that negative feeling from growing into the minds of the common people, i sacrificed my horse". Kaalu was humbled. All his pride was destroyed by the kings answer. The king continued, "Besides, you rode a king's horse, no body would buy it if they knew that it was a stolen, and I knew you had to come back to me, so all i had to do was be patient". Kaalu feel to the king's feet, asked for forgiveness, and went away. Story ends..

Lets look at this a little closely shall we: We are always very prompt in punishing someone when they do something wrong, be it a theft, a crime or a petty quarrel ?? The outcome is always the same, I have lost something, and justice has to be done for that! But wait.. hold on for a minute, and observe, what will this "justice" beget ?? A temporary satisfaction to the person who raised the voice, and a permanent disbelief and hatred in the person who is punished. And I always wonder, shouldn't justice change the view of a person to make him a better person tomorrow, so that he can contribute to the society and not grow hatred in him and make him an anti-social element.

I love this story, because, when I read this i remember what shakespere through the voice of Portia tells - Justice tempered with Mercy.. Justice tempered with Mercy.. Yes! That's the way it should be..