When I was little, I remember reading a
story, or perhaps a play, where an Irish family is considering migrating to a
new land, America. Moving across the ocean, with little prospect of ever coming
back, is daunting. One of the characters is reluctant. But one young man
insists: at home, there is nothing. Even if they survive, he says, all they can
look forward to is potatoes. More and more potatoes.
First published here: http://www.thehindu.com/life-and-style/motoring/driving-to-devastation/article24143802.ece
This little scene got stuck in my head. I
couldn't understand why somebody would object to a steady diet of potatoes.
Could one ever have too many potatoes?
I didn't understand because I had never had
to live a potato diet. No bread. No corn. No rice. No lentils. Just potatoes,
morning and night, day in and day out. And sometimes, not even that – not even
a boiled potato.
It was only recently that I finally
understood, once I started reading about the great Irish famine of 1945. It was
also called the great potato famine, because the big disaster was a failure of
the potato crop. A potato blight meant that suddenly, the vast majority of
people had nothing to eat at all. An interactive map released by the Queen's
University College, Belfast, shows that between 1841 and 1851, along the west
coast, nearly half the populuation was wiped out.
How could this happen?
The answer lies in a complex mix of
bigotry, oppressive feudalism, and imperialist policies.
By the eighteenth century, England's rulers
were largely Protestant. England also controlled Ireland and Scotland in direct
and indirect ways. Certainly, the Irish and Scots had their own distinct
language and culture. Ireland also had a significant Catholic population that
faced discriminatory laws. Catholic could not own property or join the army or
hold public office.
Many of these laws were repealed before the
famine. But land ownership was deeply skewed against the tiller who was being
squeezed tighter and tighter. They worked for very meagre wages in exchange for
being allowed a tiny plot of land on which they could grow the food that would
feed their own families. The only thing that would grow abundantly on small
plots was potatoes.
The big lords often lived far away, in
cities. They neither knew nor cared about the difficulties of their tenants.
They appointed middlemen to deliver their share of money. These middlemen
further divided and sub-let the land in a way to extract maximum rent.
Already, vast tracts of land had been
cleared to make way for cattle, to feed the diary and meat needs of England.
But the poor did not own this cattle. And once they had been made paupers,
their landlords evicted them and flattened their little huts.
Worse, there were laws that kept the prices
of food artifically high. Cheap grain imports were not allowed but traders kept
exporting grain and livestock. Through the worst of the famine, as millions
perished, hundreds of thousands of gallons of butter left Ireland.
This is how we ride up to famine: because
there's money to be made that way.
This story is familiar to Indians who know
about the Great Bengal Famine of 1943. Millions died. There are many
similarities – a diseased crop in one season, absentee landlords, marginal or
landless farmers, a steady export of grain, imports being either disallowed or
diverted.
With reference to Bengal in 1943, we speak
of imperialism and racism at work. But the truth is, any shade of difference is
enough – a different language or accent, a different religion or sect – once
you set out to create inequality, institutionalise it, and to profit from the devastation
of others.
First published here: http://www.thehindu.com/life-and-style/motoring/driving-to-devastation/article24143802.ece
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