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Editorial
Bishwadip Dey
Historical Novels on Indentureship in the Caribbean
The Dispossessed
Clem Maharaj
PUBLISHER & PLACE OF PUBLICATION: Heinemann, USA.
YEAR OF PUBLICATION: 1992
SYNOPSIS
charged, baring its teeth and attempt- mothers calling home their wayward
The Indian indentured labourers ing to hurl itself through the wire to children, and chickens being enticed
were forced to work and survive in a get at them. Sankar, expecting the by calls of Chick, chick, chick and
hostile world, not knowing when the charge, xed his strong brown eyes a few grains of rice or corn to come
next days meal would come. This is on the beast and, drawing his shining home to roost. A wry smile came
the story of their lives, their resil- cutlass, stared at the dog without any across his face, for another days
ience and their ultimate survival. sign of fear. work was over, and his return was
He walked on to the track, well safe.
EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER 1 THE
WORKING MAN. Pp. 3-4. kept and gravelled, unlike those of As he walked past the rst ram-
Highlands Estate which had been shackle barracks, he was greeted by
On leaving the pen, he walked allowed to deteriorate and were a now familiar question. Any wok
throught the estate storage yard. nothing more than a mud and gravel going down dey?
The cane cut during the day was mix with large ruts, making walking
stacked in large piles waiting to be on bare feet very uncomfortable.
loaded on to cane trucks. Adjoining The setting sun cast its orange glow
this was a newly built estate bunga- over the land. The canes swayed
low for the white overseer and his in a gentle breeze; birds nestled in
family. A strongly built wire fence the hedges, chirping their evening
surrounded the yard, patrolled by a song. The soft, cool, late afternoon
huge Doberman that was allowed temperature mixed with the silence,
to run free after the days work was creating an atmosphere to relieve
over and until the next one began. the pressures of the gruelling day.
Whenever a person walked near Sankar made his way home. Nearing
to the fence, this ferocious animal his village, he could hear cries of
The Promise
Sharlow(e) Mohammed
PUBLISHER & PLACE OF PUBLICATION: S. Mohammed, Trinidad and Tobago
YEAR OF PUBLICATION: 1995
SYNOPSIS
should have her own kitchen, re- a hut on their own plot and furnished
Rohini and Vidia, a young married side, tawa [baking stone], pot. But he it with all the implements Mala
couple struggling for survival in was empty-handed, owning nothing needed to cook food for him. When
India, are seduced by a recruiters he could not make himself. He could Mala became pregnant, the boy went
persuasive talk of easy work and wind a strip of leather around wood to her parents and demanded a cow.
plentiful land. They sign up as to make a catapult but what was that She would probably become preg-
indentured laborers to go to British but a boys plaything? He could pick nant every year and the boy would
Guiana and discover their harsh fate. fadu from trees and form them into gain more and more of the herd until
EXCERPT FROM PART I: a necklace, but she already had an they had nothing left. She was their
ROHINI. Pp. 36. excess of these from him. The little only child and the shame would be
box he had made for her and lined too much to live with if he deserted
His parents built a hut for cover, with a strip from his mothers sari her. Should he have married Mala as
centipedes curled in obscure corners, was already crammed with such his mother wanted? He discarded the
worms sheltered under the stones of boyish gifts. What she needed was question hurriedly from his mind.
other worms. Everything was hiding land, house, kitchen, cow, baby, like No, he desired Rohini, even though
from the face of the sun. But why Mala. she came from a lesser caste. It was
should he remain as helpless as the Malas parents had made a poor her stubbornness which bound him
rest of them? No wonder Rohini was match with a boy from the neigh- to her, her refusal to put up with his
vexed with him, he thought. A wife bouring village. They had built him uselessness.
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Ramas Voyage
Ron Ramdin
PUBLISHER & PLACE OF PUBLICATION: Chakra Publishing House, Trinidad and Tobago.
YEAR OF PUBLICATION: 2004
SYNOPSIS
In India, Rama is befriended by two
street children and together they join
a group of migrants on a coolie
ship bounded for the sugarcane
plantations in the Caribbean. During
the voyage, he meets the English
woman, Caitlin Fairweather.
EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER 9. Pp. 171.
SINCE CAITLIN FIRST saw Rama
having breakfast on deck near the
cookhouse, she tried whenever she
could, to be present at this time of
the morning. She had heard Velouti
address him as Rama and, a few
days later, as she mingled with other
children on the deck, she ventured
to call out, Rama! Rama! Please
come! She did not know how much
of the English language he under- a waif. But no ordinary waif. What
stood. She could not tell from the I saw in your face was unlike other
little he had spoken while trying to faced Id seen in London. Thinking
explain Ranis death and gestured she was speaking too fast and too
with her hand that he should come quickly, she stopped for a moment.
forward. She was encouraged London meant nothing to him, and
when he read the sign correctly and her pause made him feel awkward.
walked over to where she stood near But the London experience was dif-
the side of the ship. Once he was ferent, she continued. And anyway,
close enough, she could respond as it was way back in the past.
she saw t. After all, she was dealing
Rama was unsure how to respond.
with a disturbed child, she thought.
He had nothing to say. He looked
Almost immediately, she put a
shyly away, uncomfortable that he
reassuring arm around his shoulder.
was being scrutinised by someone he
Then she sat down and invited him
did not know. He was a little nervous
to sit with her.
of her attention. A white woman,
When I saw you at the immigration fairer than all the white people on
compound, I was deeply moved, she the ship, the whitest person he had
said at last. Your appearance was ever seen.
strangely appealing. You looked like
Jahajin
Peggy Mohan
PUBLISHER & PLACE OF PUBLICATION: HarperCollins, New York City, USA.
YEAR OF PUBLICATION: 2008
SYNOPSIS
The story begins with a glimpse into Some people had already gone from And that was where I met the ar-
the life of a 90 year-old indentured our village, said the village was no katiniya, the lady who was recruiting
immigrant, Deeda. She tells two kind of place to stay now, best to people to go with her as migrants.
stories: one about herself and the get out of there. Kaa karey ke hoi, She met me on the street, just as
other about a female monkey-prin- bhaiya? What to do? My mother- I reached, and told me they were
cess, Saranga, who leaves her mate in-law was ready to go too. She had looking for labourers to go to a place
behind to become a human. wanted me to come with her and called Chini-dad, a land of chini,
bring the child, but I had said no, I sugar. In Chini-dad there were big
EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER ENTITLED wanted to wait for Kalloos father
A CARGO OF WOMEN. Pp. 17-18. estates where they made sugar. They
to come. Then a few days after my wanted labourers to work in the
mother-in-law went to stay with sugarcane elds.
When Kalloo was going on four
her brother, I started to get worried.
years, a drought came. Last years
I had to nd work, but what work
rice crop was bad, and now no rain
was there in the village? So I took
for this years crop to grow, and no
the last few handfuls of parched rice
money to buy food to eat. We should
my mother-in-law had kept aside,
have planted bajra, millet, but again
and some sattwa powder, from
we hadnt, so we had to depend on
roasted channa, and tied them in two
the rice. I was the one cooking every
bundles. Then I picked up an extra
day, and I could see the rice getting
sari, and walked with the child to the
less and less. I kept thinking, what
town of Faizabad.
will happen to this child if I starve?
Chalo Chinidad
Jangbahadur Bhagirathee
PUBLISHER & PLACE OF PUBLICATION: Xlibris, Corp., Indiana, USA.
YEAR OF PUBLICATION: 2009
SYNOPSIS
This is a true story of Mohan, an
indentured immigrant to Trinidad,
who wanted to marry his sweetheart,
Sumintra, who was just like his
mother. His son, Suresh, grew up to
become a medical doctor.
EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER
9. Pp. 116-117.
At 6 a.m. sharp, upon hearing the
sound of the whistle, everyone bent
towards the ground with a crowbar
in hand and I could see cane sapling
spread out across the eld. We began
to transplant the sapling into the hard
ground. It was tough work and we
had to work fast, because the driver
was behind us. We were given a one-
hour lunch break at 12 noon. By this
time I had probably emitted enough
sweat to ll a bucket. Dookhie and I
sat under a tree where he unwrapped
a cloth in which Rajwantie had
placed two rotis with fried Irish po-
tatoes placed inside them. I gobbled The hour had gone very fast after not as sweet as I had previously
the roti and drank a large cup of which we resumed work. The rest envisaged. I felt bitter and cheated.
water. helped to revitalize my body, and I To work everyday like this would be
This was real bullwork. was ready to take on the afternoon a hell of a time, I realized.
shift. The gang continued laborious-
I did not imagine that the work in ly until 4 p.m. when the siren blew,
Chinidad was going to be so tough. signaling the end of the days work.
We were told that the work here We were told we could go home so
was to sift sugar chaale chini. My the four of us walked the mile or so
hands were bruised and my body towards home.
vibrated from the aftershocks of hard
work. Arriving home, I went into my hut
and hit the bed. This was the rst
This is hell, I told myself as I lay time in my life I had worked so hard.
on the ground resting my tired body. I now realize that the work here was
Weaving Water
Ryhaan Shah
PUBLISHER & PLACE OF PUBLICATION: Cutting Edge Press, London.
YEAR OF PUBLICATION: 2013
SYNOPSIS
In 1917, the last ship taking in-
dentured labourers from India to
British Guiana sets sail, taking with
it Rampat and Parvati, a childless
couple. During a furious storm at
sea, they adopt Neela who is born to
an unwed mother who dies.
EXCERPT FROM PART ONE:
RAMPAT. Pp. 70-71.
His Neela, his little girl, on the arm
of a stranger - not even all the talk
and talk of weddings and wedding
plans made him easy with that
picture, and Neela, herself, always
moved away whenever Parvati
started to talk about it. He would
often nd her sitting somewhere
singing softly to herself, singing
one of those biraha [impromptu]
songs while she combed her long,
red brown hair. He would never
force her to marry, Rampat said to He sat up, and yawned and stretched. canals for the market. The shing
himself. He would let Parvati make The grass was damp with early boats would also be pulling up soon
all her wedding plans if they pleased morning dew and soon the houses on the foreshore, pulling up with
her but he would protect his Neela would stir with life. Oil lamps would their catch of snapper and trout from
forever. There would be talk if she be lit and the women would be up, the sea.
stayed at home, unmarried, but there cooking meals for their husbands
was talk already, talk that she was to take with them to the elds. The
something strange, a water mama, a rst crop of cane had been cut on the
devi [goddess] even, so they could estate and everyone was turning their
bear it. hands to their farms or to shing
Rampat sighed and watched the to ll in the months before the next
sky lighten even more. The canal crop was ready, so the men would
remained still, unrufed, and he did set out before sunup for their vegeta-
not know what to think, whether to ble gardens or paddy elds, or to the
be frightened that she had not re- pastures to milk the cows. Or they
turned as yet, or to simply be patient. would go out with cast nets to catch
sunsh and houri in the trenches and
Weaving Water
Ryhaan Shah
EXCERPT FROM PART THREE: to the deities, and Billa had stood And he could not have ever suggest-
BILLA. Pp. 132-133. before the devi so that her eyes could ed it, could not have suggested that
look upon him and he had even felt they should sacrice even a small
It was true that he still did not know the need to prostrate himself there bird to still that anger, and to calm
why she had crossed the kala pani on the deck of the Ganges and to let the worst of their fears. If he had, he
[ black waters], why she had come her darshan, to let all of the devis knew how they would have looked
with them to the new world but he blessings fall upon him. on him with horror.
had long accepted that it was her But the mad mutterings of the It was the way of the Hindus from
karma, that she was sent to help jahajis [shipmates] who had lis- the north to believe that their poojas,
them survive all that lay ahead. They tened to the sailors readings of the that their prayers performed with
had need of her for they were to swollen seas had done their worst owers and fruits, with water spilled
arrive as strangers in the new land and all about him his shipmates had from a cracked coconut, and with
and he could see how she would be a shied away from Parvati and the crowds of red-throated hibiscus
continuity, a link between their two baby in her arms, had pulled away placed before the feet of the gods
worlds and a reminder of their past, and turned their backs on them and were true measures of their belief
of the far stretch of history that had had chanted mantras to keep away and the depth of their faith. And if he
brought them to that moment and to the evil eye. But even if they felt had told them all that he knew and
that journey that was taking them to she was a bad omen, an evil that had how he understood the world, they
the other end of the earth. It was not come into the world he knew that would have turned their backs on
a journey they could have under- they were not ever going to offer him for he was only a Tamil, a South
taken alone or without the accom- up a sacrice to appease what they Indian
paniment of prayers and devotions believed to be the anger of the gods.
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