The recent commotion over 'alleged' racism directed by Indian cricket fans towards Andrew Symonds, an Australian cricketer, can be used positively if Indians are willing to call each other out on the very palpable racism that permeates this society. There needs to be a lot more of that, and a lot less of the shameful attempts to deny that this was a racist act at all. I've pasted a piece below, by Mukul Kesavan, that provides the context for unfamiliar readers.
In short, I think it's important that Indians confront the issue of racism in their own ranks, especially since so many of them lament being on the wrong end of racism, both as individuals and as groups. Specifically, I'm talking about some Indians' racism against dark people, both brown and black. There's a considerable amount of racism that I have witnessed in the Indian American community, and certainly since I've been in India. In particular, in both countries I've heard shockingly off-hand, 'statement-of-fact' style derogatory comments about black people.
I think it's important that people challenge these racist sentiments rather than trying to sweep them under the rug or countering with the claims that others are racist, too. I bet there are plenty of Indians mightily disturbed by this behavior and the fact that it's pretty deeply rooted in our societies; let's hope they make their views clear.
If you're interested in the background to this incident, I've pasted
Mukul Kesavan's article on Cricinfo below.
No room for bigotry Mukul Kesavan
October 20, 2007

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Making monkeys of themselves: the spectators who were ejected from the Wankhede © Getty Images
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In Vadodara and Mumbai, Andrew Symonds, the only non-white, Afro-Caribbean member of the Australian side, was heckled by spectators who called him a monkey, and made ape-like motions in case he hadn't got their point. The Sydney Morning Herald published a photograph of two middle-class, middle-aged Indian men making like monkeys. Symonds, his captain, his team mates, and Australian newspapers thought this was as patent a form of racism as you were likely to witness on a cricket field and said so. The ICC wrote to the BCCI expressing concern.
Sharad Pawar said he hadn't received the ICC's letter. He borrowed the theme of cultural difference that Ricky Ponting had used earlier in the series in another context - that of sledging - to make his point. In the days that followed, this became something of an Indian theme: the Australians had misunderstood the crowd's gestures. There was no racism intended. The police commissioner in Baroda even supplied an alternative explanation: the monkey chants were no more than the spectators invoking the simian god, Hanuman.
The non-official reaction was similar. The newspapers were slow off the mark. Some suggested that Indian crowds had always jeered combative cricketers like Symonds; the monkey business was volatility, not racism. Indian crowds had been known to call West Indians "kaliyas" or "hubshi" and English cricketers "goras" because they were, respectively, black and white. The implication was that Symonds with his dreadlocks and face paint, more or less invited the heckling by turning out in a contemporary version of blackface. Looked at reasonably, it was possible, the argument ran, to see it as no more than a kind of empirical teasing where unsophisticated spectators named what they saw: gora, kaliya, bandar.
Some opinion pieces struggled with the large question: are Indians racist? And if they are, are they racist in the same way as white people who are racist? Critics referred to the Indian obsession with being light-skinned, a preference happily specified in classified matrimonial ads and further borne out by the sale of fairness creams. One writer described this preference as a form of "soft racism", an attitude similar to notions of white superiority in western societies, but different in two ways: a) there was no republican history of state sanction for racist prejudice, unlike in white settler colonies like Australia and South Africa in the past b) the variation in skin colour within networks of caste and kinship in India made "hard" bigotry, genetic racism, difficult. Others made the point that caste discrimination, specially the practice of "untouchability", was as vicious a form of discrimination as apartheid or segregation.
As the days passed a pattern emerged in the public response to the taunting of Symonds. The reaction after Vadodara was defensive. After the Mumbai match, where Symonds was booed at the prize-giving, and where the monkey taunts were repeated, the Indian response changed: the police evicted the worst offenders and charged them in court, Pawar denounced racist behaviour as unacceptable, and newspapers carried editorial mea culpas. It was Hamish Blair's brilliant photograph of two middle-class Indian men in the Wankhede stands, trying to look like apes and succeeding, that swung Indian public opinion away from denial towards an acknowledgment that there was a problem that needed to be named.
It's silly to look for anthropological explanations that will turn racist behaviour by Indians into something subtly different. Cricket writing by Indians in English sometimes makes the mistake of thinking of the "average" Indian fan as non-English speaking and therefore naïve and unsophisticated. This assumption makes it possible for "us" to explain "their" behaviour away as a kind of unschooled brutishness that is unfortunate but not wicked |
And its name is racism. It's silly and deluded to look for anthropological explanations that will turn racist behaviour by Indians into something subtly different. Cricket writing by Indians in English sometimes makes the mistake of thinking of the "average" Indian fan as non-English speaking and therefore naïve and unsophisticated. This assumption makes it possible for "us" to explain "their" behaviour away as a kind of unschooled brutishness that is unfortunate but not wicked. This is why Blair's photograph is so important: it shows you upwardly mobile men - who probably discuss the virtues of one malt whisky over the other, who possibly holiday abroad, whose children certainly go to private schools that teach in English - using one of the many international codes they've learnt in their cosmopolitan lives, the Esperanto of bigotry. The mudras they're making aren't derived from Kathakali : they're straight out of the international style guide to insulting black men.
It's hard for Indian fans to cede moral advantage to an Australian team. They are so much better at the cricket that outrage is often the only consolation we have. It's hard to fault the Australians' behaviour on the Symonds affair: they've made their point, done the BCCI the favour of not lodging an official complaint, been appreciative of the board's belated denunciation of racism, and have signalled their willingness to move on. The Indians, after a slow start, have redeemed themselves by booking the bad guys. To keep up the good work, we need to do the same again. And it doesn't have to be a racial insult the next time round: it could be, given our versatility in the matter of prejudice, a religious slur.
To say this isn't to concede some civilisational defect but merely to point out that we can't enjoy the glow of self-righteousness without the rigours of self-examination. Our virtue as a nation is that we committed ourselves to an inclusive pluralism. Our aim as a cricket-playing nation ought to be to live up to that ideal.
Mukul Kesavan is a historian, novelist and essayist based in New Delhi
Some similar views, in stronger (and appropriately so) language, voiced by Antara Dev Sen.
The bold parts are my emphasis.
Racist? Who, us? What a ridiculous thing to say! Why, we are the target of racism, yaar. Those Whities are perfectly horrid to us. Ask Shilpa Shetty. Racism is their middle name. Never mind their nationality – it’s all the same. Remember the Arcelor-Mittal bid? It’s everywhere – from reality shows to corporate acquisitions. Hai! What we have to suffer just because of the colour of our skin. And they call us racist!
Why, they won’t call the Americans racist, will they? Even when Dr James Watson (yes, yes, the DNA guy and Nobel winner) says that Blacks are not quite as bright as Whites. Nope, they will think of something suitably wishy-washy to say about the old man’s scientific views not reflecting the general views of the American public. Stuff and nonsense!
So now the chauvinistic Australians are trying to call us racist. Hah. Since when have they become so politically perfect themselves, eh? Ask the Aborigines. Yes, okay, our boys and girls got a little excited and made certain monkey noises. Granted, it’s not very dignified behaviour, all this hooting and scratching like chimps. Especially in front of guests from overseas. But then, why is that such a big deal?
Well, actually, it is. Racism is a very big deal. Silly monkey noises and gestures may seem harmless, but are in reality acts of violence. They attack your very humanity. They imply that because you are a Black person, you are less than human. Of all types of discrimination, this is the most de-humanising. And we targeted Andrew Symonds, the only Black player in the Australian team, with such juvenile violence. To make us seem even more pathetic, Symonds responded with dignified silence, protected from our hostile taunts by his armour of quiet confidence and fantastic performance. Just the press photos of our Mumbai fans scratching themselves and hooting obscenely makes us cringe in shame.
But much as we may insist, this obnoxious behaviour is not atypical of us. We are indeed very racist. At every level. Take the most obvious type of racism, like the Symonds case, prejudice against Blacks. Even in our biggest metros, visitors from Africa are discriminated against. They find it more difficult to rent houses, are routinely harassed and often called names. Blacks from other regions also face some discrimination, but it is significantly less, especially if they are from America or Britain.
We disrespect dark skin, of course, even though we are primarily dark-skinned ourselves. Our attempts at whitening our faces have continued for centuries – through grandma’s remedies to today’s fairness creams. We even have fairness creams for men, a new trend in men’s style. But a lighter skin colour does not always protect you from taunts. We are downright racist and rude to the people we call ‘chinks’ – even if they are rich or powerful like the Japanese or Chinese. And it doesn’t stop with foreigners.
We are amazingly nasty to the Indian from the Northeast, the home-grown ‘chinky’. Students from Manipur, Meghalaya, Mizoram, Nagaland, Arunachal Pradesh, often even Assam, Tripura and north Bengal have a terrible time in ostensibly cosmopolitan cities like Delhi and Mumbai. Apart from making fun of the way they look and the way they talk, the name-calling and stereotyping that all students of the northeast are subjected to, the girls also face sexual harassment. It has a terrible impact on these youngsters who have come to a big city seeking higher education. It destroys their self-confidence, often forcing them to leave or driving them to suicide.
It is pretty much the same with Dalits. The discrimination against them is so well-entrenched that we don’t even see it anymore. They face prejudice at every step, are systematically deprived of their fundamental rights as Indian citizens and are treated with astonishing hostility if they attempt to claim their Constitutional right of equal opportunity. But then, we cannot even call this racism, since our Government believes that casteism is not racism, and refuses to discuss it at international forums. Casteism is our internal matter, we say. Very well. Let us internally accept it as a kind of racism, where a set of people are discriminated against on the belief that they are fundamentally inferior to the guys who make the rules. Then let us deal with this racism effectively. Racism can be a wider concept, it isn’t always about race.
We also need to deal with our discrimination against Muslims and other religious minorities. All puffed up with power, feeling superior because we belong to the majority community – something we didn’t earn and very often don’t know how to handle – we are most offensive towards fellow citizens from a minority community. We air our prejudices against Muslims at every opportunity, stereotyping them, treating them with suspicion, disrespecting their beliefs, attacking their very Indianness. It stems from an arrogance of ignorance that bigotry is usually based on. (Don’t believe me? Watch out for the hate mail below – if you don’t see any, come back in an hour, it’s bound to be there – and get a taste of the obscene arrogance of ignorance that the poor little bigots love to flourish.)
So when it comes to discrimination, we are unmatched. Which is surprising, given that we belong to a pluralistic tradition. We have, through the centuries, been sired by various races and ethnicities, nurtured by several religions, cultures and languages. We are proud of our diversity, of our multiculturalism. Yet, at every opportunity, we show how terrifyingly xenophobic we are, how intolerant, how scared and suspicious of the Other. It is as if our pluralism floats on the rough waters of racism, ethno-centricism, sectarianism, casteism and other fundamental discriminations that fly in the face of the equality guaranteed by our Constitution.
Anyway, let’s get back to cricket. On Saturday, we have another match with the Aussies. And this time the administration is prepared. Instead of depending on onlookers and the press for proof of bad behaviour to arrest people, the police are coming out in full gear. Apparently there will be 100 cops with videocams, shooting not the match, but the people watching the match. There will be 500 and more plainclothes cops from the special branch among the audience, ready to pounce on badly behaved people. There will also be a contingent of security guards to protect the country’s honour against hoodlums. And there will be the regular police force too, like there always is. Only this time they will be looking out more for hoots and taunts than bombs.
And they say they enjoy cricket because it’s a gentleman’s game.