Petition of Malabar Ladies to Lady Reading

TO

HER GRACIOUS EXCELLENCY

THE COUNTESS OF READING,

Delhi.

The humble memorial of the bereaved and sorrow-stricken

women of Malabar.

MAY IT PLEASE YOUR GRACIOUS AND

COMPASSIONATE LADYSHIP.

We, the Hindu women of Malabar of varying ranks and stations in life who

have recently been overwhelmed by the tremendous catastrophe known as

the Moplah rebellion, take the liberty to supplicate your Ladyship for

sympathy and succour.

2. Your Ladyship is doubtless aware that though our unhappy district has

witnessed many Moplah outbreaks in the course of the last one hundred

years, the present rebellion is unexampled in its magnitude as well as

unprecedented in its ferocity. But it is possible that your Ladyship is

not fully appraised of all the horrors and atrocities perpetrated by the

fiendish rebels; of the many wells and tanks filled up with the

mutilated, but often only half dead bodies of our nearest and dearest

ones who refused to abandon the faith of our fathers; of pregnant women

cut to pieces and left on the roadsides and in the jungles, with the

unborn babe protruding from the mangled corpse; of our innocent and

helpless children torn from our arms and done to death before our eyes

and of our husbands and fathers tortured, flayed and burnt alive; of our

hapless sisters forcibly carried away from the midst of kith and kin and

subjected to every shame and outrage which the vile and brutal

imagination of these inhuman hell-hounds could conceive of; of thousands

of our homesteads reduced to cinder-mounds out of sheer savagery and a

wanton spirit of destruction; of our places of worship desecrated and

destroyed and of the images of the deity shamefully insulted by putting

the entrails of slaughtered cows where flower garlands used to lie, or

else smashed to pieces; of the wholesale looting of hard earned wealth

of generations reducing many who were formerly rich and prosperous to

publicly beg for a piece or two in the streets of Calicut, to buy salt

or chilly or betel-leaf--rice being mercifully provided by the various

relief agencies. These are not fables.

The wells full of rotting skeletons, the ruins which once were our dear

homes, the heaps of stones which once were our places of worship--these

are still here to attest to the truth. The cries of our murdered

children in their death agonies are still ringing in our ears and will

continue to haunt our memory till death brings us peace. We remember how

driven out of our native hamlets we wandered starving and naked in the

jungles and forests; we remember how we choked and stifled our babies'

cries lest the sound should betray our hiding places to our relentless

pursuers. We still vividly realise the moral and spiritual agony that

thousand of us passed through when we were forcibly converted into the

faith professed by these blood thirsty miscreants; we still have before

us the sight of the unendurable and life long misery of

those--fortunately few--of our most unhappy sisters who born and brought

up in respectable families have been forcibly converted and then married

to convict coolies. For five long months not a day has passed without

its dread tale of horror to unfold.

3. Your gracious Ladyship's distracted memorialists have endeavoured

without exaggeration, without setting down aught in malice to convey at

least some idea of the indescribably terrible agonies which they and

thousands more of their sisters have been enduring for over five months

now through this reign of inhuman frightfulness inaugurated and carried

on in the name of the Khilafhat. We have briefly referred without going

into their harrowing details to our heartrending tale of dishonour,

outrage, rapine, and desolation. But if the past has been one of pain

and anguish, the future is full of dread and gloom. We have to return to

a ruined and desolated land. Our houses have been burnt or destroyed;

may of our breadwinners killed; all our property looted; our cattle

slaughtered. Repatriation without compensation means for us ruin,

beggary, starvation. Will not the benign Government come to our aid and

give us something to help us to begin life anew? We are now asked to

settle down as paupers in the midst of the execrable fiends who robbed,

insulted and murdered our loved ones--veritable demons such as hell

itself could not let loose. Many of us shrink from the idea of going

back to what there is left of our homes; for though the armed bands and

rebels have been dispersed the rebellion cannot be said to be entirely

quelled. It is like a venomous serpent whose spine has been partly

broken, but whose poison fangs are still intact and whose striking

power, if diminished, has not been destroyed. A few thousands of rebels

have been killed and a few more thousands have been imprisoned, but as

the Government are only too well aware many more thousands of rebels,

looters, savagely militant evangelists and other inhuman monsters yet

remain at large, a few in concealment, but most, moving about with

arrogance openly threatening reprisals on all non-moslims who dare to

return and resume possession of their property. Many refugees who went

back have paid for their temerity with their lives. In fact,

repatriation, if it is not to be a leap from the frying pan into the

fire, must mean for the vast bulk of your Ladyship's impoverished and

helpless memorialists and their families a hard inexorable problem of

financial help, and adequate protection against renewed hellish outrages

from which immunity would be utterly impossible as long as thousands of

men and even women and children of this semi-savage and fanatical race

in whom the worst instinct of earth hunger, blood-lust and rapine have

been awakened to fierce activity are free to prey upon their peaceable

and inoffensive neighbours who--let it be most respectfully

emphasised--because of their implicit trust in the power and the will of

a just and benign Government to protect them, had suffered their own art

and capacity for selfdefence to emasculate and decay.

4. We, Your Ladyship's humble and sorrow-stricken memorialists do not

seek vengeance. Our misery will not be rendered less by inflicting

similar misery upon this barbarous and savage race; our dead will not

return to us if their slayers are slaughtered. We would not be human,

however, if we could ever forget the cruel and shameful outrages and

indignities perpetrated upon us by a race to whom we have always

endeavoured to be friendly and neighbourly; we would be hypocritical if,

robbed of all our possessions we did not plead for some measure of

compensation to help us out of the pauperism now forced upon us; we

would be imbecile, if knowing the ungovernable, anti-social propensities

and the deadly religious fanaticism of the moplah race we did not

entreat the just and powerful government to protect the lives and honour

of your humble sisters who have to live in the rebel-ravaged zone. Our

ambition after all is low enough; sufficient compensation to save us and

our children from starvation, and enough military protection against

massacre and outrage are all that we want. We beseech Your Compassionate

Ladyship to exercise all the benevolent influence that you possess with

the government to see that our humble prayers are granted. But if the

benign Government does not consider it possible to compensate us and to

protect us in our native land we would most fervently pray that free

grants of land may be assigned to us in some neighbouring region which

though less blessed with the lavish gifts of nature may also be less

cursed by the cruelty and brutality of man.

We beg to remain,

Your Ladyship's most humble

and obedient servants,

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