Eurasians -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
Said he, “To come to the point. The Eurasians, not all of them, but
many, have all the vices and scarcely any of the virtues of both races.
They will tell lies of the weakest, flimsiest kind, with not the shadow
of a leg to support them. They make promises and break them without any
hesitation whatever. They are indolent and indifferent, without any of
the stamina of manhood. They are weak-minded, soft-hearted and careless.
They are lacking in courage and manly character, destitute of ambition,
easily offended, and will throw up a position because some little thing
does not please them, when they know it to be almost impossible for them
to get another situation. When one leaves his place, if unmarried, he is
most likely to take some little silly young fool for a wife to starve
with him. And then they breed like rabbits, as is the case all over the
world; the poorer a people, the more children they have. I have seen so
many of them, and you know I have assisted them; yet they have so often
abused my favors and kindness, that I sometimes question if they are
worth saving.”
I interrupted, “This is a very severe indictment, yet I cannot help
admitting that there is much truth in it, for have I not also had
experience with them? But who made them such as they are? Are they not
the effect of a sufficient cause? Am I to blame for what my father, a
Christian gentleman, made me, an Eurasian? Are not these poor people
made what they are by no fault of their own, and to be pitied rather
than cursed and shunned? Do they not of all people in India need
sympathy and help? Would it not be the will of God that we should give
them assistance and lift them out of the pit into which they have been
cast?”
“Yes, yes, Japhet, you are right, and I am pleased to hear you talk as
you do. Your reference to God reminds me of a story. A street urchin who
had just lost his mother was sitting on the kerb-stone, sobbing as if
his heart would break. He began to pray to God for help, when one of his
chums sneered at his praying. He retorted out of his sobs, “What is God
for if not to help a feller when he needs Him most?” So I suppose if we
are to do the will of God we should assist those who need our help the
most, and I don’t know of any people who need our help more than the
Eurasians. Mind you, I don’t promise anything, but will think it over,
and will let you know to-morrow if I can do anything.”
I took my departure, believing in my soul as surely as I expected the
sun to rise the next morning, that he would help me. He was that kind of
a man, though he had given a very poor opinion of some of the Eurasians,
yet I knew that not one of them ever went to him in distress without
receiving help of some kind.
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