Objectification is Oppression

To be a Dalit, is to realize that fact every single day.

Untouched, unloved, undesired: that is how they see us. We are all but invisible, an ink

smudge on the palms of the history they have success. We're only necessary when savarna

aesthetics need to objectify us for their moral validation. They're no saviour of ours, they who

continue to feel entitled, they who think a Dalit body is theirs to transgress, they who term us

'uncivilized', they who think we have no merit, they who think we can be studied but not

study ourselves; they have no right to speak for us.

We're not objects.

It has been long since we have been voiceless, our throats sewn shut, our dreams, dead in

our bloodshot eyes.

My people are a subject of pity for the savarnas, they try to fit us in an overarching

framework of rural romanticism that they have created in their imagination where they are

our emancipators. Nowhere are their power structures favourable for us. We are always on

the last end of the rope, struggling our way up the cliff of society. We're ready to break the

chain of oppression and linerate ourselves. Why aren't the opressors willing to break the

chain of violence? Why can't we be treated like human beings?

It is uncomplicated enough: they don't wish to shed their priveleges, they don't want to share

the power. For which they deem valid to degrade our spirits on an everyday basis.

Our bodies bear the brunt of their superiority complex, our minds bear the pain of this

objectification and our broken souls bear the weight of being a Dalit.