HINDOOS FAR BELOW BRUTES

A more complete disregard of the real object of marriage and of the

existence of love could hardly be found among clams and oysters. In

their sexual relations the civilized Hindoos are, indeed, far beneath

the lowest of animals. Young animals are never prevented by their

parents from mating according to their choice; they never unite till

they have reached maturity; they use their procreative instinct only

for the purpose for which it was designed, whereas the Hindoos--like

their wild neighbors--indulge in a perpetual carnival of lust; they

never kill their offspring, and they never maltreat their females as

the Hindoos do.[265] On this last point some more details must be

given:

"The Hindu is supposed to be, of all creatures on

earth, the most generous, the most kind-hearted, the

most gentle, the most sympathetic, and the most

unselfish. After living for nearly seven years in

India, I must tell you that the reverse of this is

true.... It has been said that among the many languages

spoken by the people of Hindustan there is no such word

as home, in the sense in which we understand it; that

among the languages spoken there is no such word as

love, in the sense in which we know it. I cannot vouch

for the truth of this, as I am not acquainted with the

languages of India, but I do know that among all the

heathen people of that country there is no such place

as home, as we understand it; there is no such

sentiment as love, as we feel it."

The writer of the above is Dr. Salem Armstrong-Hopkins, who, during

her long connection with the Woman's Hospital of Hyderabad, Sindh, had

the best of opportunities for observing the natives of all classes,

both at the hospital and in their homes, to which she was often

summoned. In her book _Within the Purdah_ she throws light on the

popular delusion that Hindoos must be kind to each other since they

are kind to animals. In Bombay there is even a hospital for diseased

and aged animals: but that is a result of religious superstition, not

of real sympathy, for the same Brahman who is afraid to bring a curse

upon his soul by killing an animal "will beat his domestic animals

most cruelly, and starve and torture them in many ways, thus

exhibiting his lack of kindness." And the women fare infinitely worse

than the animals. The wealthiest are perpetually confined in rooms

without table or chairs, without a carpet on the mud floor or picture

on the mud walls--and this in a country where fabulous sums are spent

on fine architecture. All girl babies are neglected, or dosed with

opium if they cry; the mother's milk--which an animal would give to

them--being reserved for their brothers, though these brothers be

already several years old. Unless a girl is married before her twelfth

year she is considered a disgrace to the family, is stripped of all

her finery and compelled to do the drudgery of her fathers household,

receiving

"kicks and abuses from any and all its members, and

often upon the slightest provocation. Should she fall

ill, no physician is consulted and no effort is made to

restore her health or to prolong life." "The expression

of utter hopelessness, despair, and misery" on such a

girl's face "beggars description."

Nor are matters any better for those who get married. Not only are

they bestowed in infancy on any male--from an infant boy to an old man

with many wives--whom the father can secure[266]--but the

daughter-in-law becomes "a drudge and slave in her husband's home."

One of her tasks is to grind wheat between two great stones. "This is

very arduous labor, and the slight little women sometimes faint away

while engaged in the task", yet by a satanic refinement of cruelty

they are compelled to sing a grinding song while the work lasts and

never stop, on penalty of being beaten. And though they prepare all

the food for the family and serve the others, they get only what is

left--which often is nothing at all, and many literally starve to

death. No wonder these poor creatures--be they little girls or

women--all wear "the same look of hopeless despair and wretchedness,"

making an impression on the mind more pitiable than any disease. The

writer had among her patients some who tried by the most agonizing of

deaths--voluntary starvation--to escape their misery.

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