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Waiting for the Rains

black is the description of the lowliest of the genus, the sudras. The rules of the caste game are well known: the kshatriyas and the vatoyas aspire to break into the occlusive fold of the brahmin set, and, similarly, sudras too, slave to the inherited inferior complex, aspire to reach the higher ranges of caste most proximate to them The Indians, once they arrive in the States, follow the rationality of the varnashram It is not the first time in history that this has happened. Sixty years ago, resident Indians in Hitler's Germany tried to curry favour with the Nazis: the latter must be kind to them; they too were, after all, Aryans, only somewhat bronzed off, living a couple of thousand years or more under the tropical sun has given them one or two extra coatings of tan; they were nonetheless as enthusiastic staiKlard-bearers of the philosophy embedded in the swastika as the Nazis themselves were; just consider the closeness of the German language to classical Sanskrit. An identical behavioural process is at work in Los Angeles and Chicago and New York and Houston: we Indians, who have made good in the States, are creme de la creme of the varnashram system back home; we belong to the superior castes; our own instinct tells us that the blacks do not quite belong; despite the so-called civil rights revolution of 1954 and all that crap, the blacks are richly deserving of a segregated, caged in existence. It is with a tinge of pride that Indians settled in the United States will inform, in confidence, the white, affluent American householder, their next-door neighbour, that they vote the straight Republican ticket, Ronald Reagan was the man after their heart.

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