The English are the masters of India, and yet their moral hold over
their subjects is almost non-existent. They are themselves influenced in
many ways by the local civilization, and cannot succeed in stamping
their ideas on a people that fears its conquerors, but is only
physically dominated by them. It keeps its soul erect, and its thoughts
apart from theirs. The Hindu race has become a stranger to the race that
governs it to-day, and its civilization does not obey the law that gives
the battle to the strong. External forms, kingdoms, and empires have
changed, and will change again; but the foundations on which they rest,
and from which they spring, do not necessarily change with them. Though
Hyderabad, Lahore, and Delhi are no longer capital cities, Hindu society
none the less persists. A moment will come, in one way or another, when
India will again live publicly, as she already does privately, under her
own laws; and, by the help either of the races actually existing or of a
hybrid proceeding from them, will assume again, in the full sense of the
word, a political personality.
The hazard of war cannot destroy the life of a people. At most, it
suspends its animation for a time, and in some ways shears it of its
outward pomp. So long as the blood and institutions of a nation keep to
a sufficient degree the impress of the original race, that nation
exists. Whether, as in the case of the Chinese, its conqueror has, in a
purely material sense, greater energy than itself; whether, like the
Hindu, it is matched, in a long and arduous trial of patience, against a
nation, such as the English, in all points its superior; in either case
the thought of its certain destiny should bring consolation—one day it
will be free. But if, like the Greeks, and the Romans of the later
Empire, the people has been absolutely drained of its original blood,
and the qualities conferred by the blood, then the day of its defeat
will be the day of its death. It has used up the time that heaven
granted at its birth, for it has completely changed its race, and with
its race its nature. It is therefore degenerate.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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