“Our coming generation will never forgive us”, said the tribal leader. The regret on his face was clear.
As he continued, he said “our ancestors left us with this beautiful land but we could not conserve it. I will not blame the mining company, it was our mistake that we could not resist the offers they made as we were only concerned about the easy money at that time. But we are paying for it now as our youth are now more and more indulged in drinking, and facing various health issues at a very young age due to this mining job. Tribal people are known for their strong community values and bonding with each other but this is no longer the case. Sometimes I feared that we will lose our culture and nothing can be more painful than this for the leader.”
As I tried to reason with them, saying that their land is their right and no one can usurp it, I felt like i was getting into the shoes of a human rights activist. The old lady roughly around in her 70s sitting next to me, turned to me and said, “Where does one get those rights. If you have those please give us some son.” I froze at the request.
As the demand for mining increases, so does the area under mining spread, resulting in more and more evacuation of locals. We are progressing at faster rate and the economy is booming but we are oblivious about the human cost involved in it. To fulfill our needs some people are paying high cost for it as their identity is on stake. It appears that the word development in itself has now became contradictory and we need to change that. You will hardly see any tribal issues getting features on the front page of national dailies or the debate on their issues on news channels. This also signifies the strong nexus between media, government and mining companies. Why this is happening? This is the question we have to ask ourselves.
As a result of this, tribal communities also feel alienated. I could notice the indignation simmering in them, what they need now is a spark to fight for their rights and show the world that they also exist and deserve the future they envisage for them and their coming generations. Towards the end of our conversation the tribal leader appeared somewhat optimistic as if his eyes were creating a positive picture of future for his community. I don’t know how he will march from now onward, but at least there was a lamp of hope in the darkness.