Eurasians -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
The first mistake, or rather crime, was in begetting this hybrid race to
be scorned and accursed as long as they live. The next crime is that the
Government and Europeans do not assist them, and the next is that the
better class of Eurasians do not look after these despised unfortunates
of their own race or caste. They in their pride try to appear what they
are not, and try to conceal the pit from whence they were digged. They
may powder as much as they please, but there is not chalk enough in the
world to conceal or remove the pigment in their skins. They may put on
style, live in wealth and luxury, and in their egotistical imbecility
ape the Europeans in everything; yet they will remain Eurasians still,
as I am one.
If these more favored ones would stand up for their rights and let
Government and everybody know that they had some pride and manhood left;
would organize, defend and help their unfortunate people, there would
soon be a change. The voluble babus have their representatives in the
legislative councils, and nearly every other tribe, no matter how
obscure, except the Eurasian. These get nothing, because they have not
the courage to demand anything.
In self-vindication I must say that I assisted the poor girl of whom I
have spoken by leaving some money with my hostess for her. I only
mention this to show that my practice corresponds with my theory. I have
always contributed with an open hand to assist Eurasians, as I
considered that they had a claim on me, or rather that it was my
privilege to assist them as far as I could; yet I prefer rather to leave
the recording of such things with the angel who keeps these kind of
accounts.
I had heard enough of evil, want and wretchedness to make me long again
for my quiet home, so I quickly hied myself thither.
An afterthought. It might be said that I am somewhat of a “kicker.” I
admit it. I always kick at the disagreeable, against imposition,
wrong-doing, hypocrisy, and if my mouth was filled with bitterness and
curses, they would not be sufficient to show my utter abhorrence of lust
and licentiousness, especially among what is termed “society,” by people
who style themselves Christians, ladies and gentlemen, for the reason
that I was accursed in my birth and have been accursed all my life by
the sin and crime of a Christian gentleman. Aside from this, I think I
am acknowledged to be one of the mildest and most kind-hearted of men.
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