Riot victims speechless
Tribune News Service
Ludhiana, April 3
Veeran (70), a victim of 1984 riots, has consoled her seven daughters
all these years saying that justice would finally be meted out to
them. She had lost her only son and two sons-in-law to the riots. She
is speechless since yesterday and does not know how to face her
daughters after years of reposing their trust in the CBI.
Agency's clean chit to Jagdish Tytler yesterday not only scratched
their wounds but also rubbed salt on them. "We somehow survived the
riots, lived with the loss of our breadwinners, hoping it would be a
balm on our wounds. We are more hurt today not for the fact that we
have been wronged but because justice eludes us," said Veeran.
She had fled from her house in Tilak Nagar in New Delhi during the
three fateful days along with her daughters and took refuge in a
local gurdwara. She lives in state's biggest colony of 1984 riot
victims, who echoed their sentiments to a The Tribune team today.
With tears in their eyes, they narrated their horrid tales of 1984.
"Burning tyres were put around the neck of our men. The girls were
chased, kidnapped, raped and killed. Bodies of many girls were not
even traced," said Harbans Kaur, who lost her brother-in-law and four sons.
Davinder Kaur, whose husband was burnt alive; Gurcharan Kaur, whose
infant son was thrown in a tandoor in the compound of her house;
Veeran Wali, who lost her husband; and Baldev Kaur, whose husband was
burnt after his truck was torched, were shocked at the decision of the CBI.
"When the inquiry was ordered, we had a sigh of relief that the CBI
would deliver justice. Now, I am certain the CBI sleuths, too, work
under the wings of AICC supremo Sonia Gandhi. We are totally broken,"
Surinder Singh, a victim.
Later, they burnt an effigy of the CBI and blocked traffic on the
southern bypass. [Note by Mai: We burn effigies, they burn US!.
I read this today and nearly cried. I need to write to my sisters, fellow survivors of this horrendous experience.
My dear, beloved sisters (and brothers, too),
I am sure some of you who are readers of this blog will read this. Even though you are silent, I know you are there. Nearly 25 years ago, our worlds were shattered, our families tortured and murdered before our eyes, all that we loved bloodied and destroyed in a few days of madness. But, stop! Not everything we loved was destroyed. We have proven ourselves to be true Singhnis and Kaurs, worthy to be called "Lioness" as well as "Princess." We have proven that we are spiritual descendants of our Sikh foremothers, that through Guru's kirpaa, we can be as strong and as tough as is necessary.
It has been hard, harder than can be explained, even for me, and it was much easier for me than for most of you. I had the country of my birth, Canada, as a refuge, with a sorrowful affluent family to shelter me from most of the physical, and many of the emotional, hardships you have faced. You were left, not forgotten, but not properly cared for and honoured as the mothers and daughters and wives of shaheeds, as well as heroes in our own right.
For all these years, we have cried for justice, for those who instigated this bloody pogrom to receive the punishment they have so richly earned. It looked as if we would finally, finally, get the satisfaction of seeing at least one of our tormentors pay for his misdeeds. It seems as if that is not to be. Today we are hurt, angry, devastated. How could this happen? Corruption? Bribery? Ineptness? Something else? I do not know.
But this I do know. My sisters, we are Sikhs! We do not give up. We do not give in to despair. I feel the pain of Bibi Surinder Kaur ji when she exclaimed, "We are totally broken." I know it feels that way. But the broken can be mended and, perhaps, become stronger than before. There is a lot of truth to the statement, "What does not destroy me, makes me stronger." We are not destroyed. We must dig deep into ourselves and, especially those of us who are Khalsa, find that infinite well of chardi kala that is the gift of Guru Gobind Singh Ji Maharaj, our beloved Guru Papa Ji.
My sisters, make noise! Make a lot of noise! Block traffic! Burn effigies! Make a huge stink so these people know that, while they can kill these mortal bodies, they cannot destroy us and they cannot touch the spirit of chardi kala that burns within each of us. We must hold each other up and freely share our strength with each other. Never let those who seek to destroy us forget that the Sikhs, both Kaurs and Singhs, are here and we won't disappear. And we won't be ignored.
I firmly believe that everything that happens is the Hukam of Vaheguru. I rarely understand why this or that happens; Akaal Purakh neither consults nor explains its Hukam to me. I am not in charge. I can only do what I see to be right to the best of my ability. This I know for certain, although evil flourishes around us, this is not our destination. This is not our home. Every day, each of us, wherever she (or he) is on this great journey, moves closer to the day when when we are re-united with our Husband as the unblemished bride.
So, my beloved sisters, this great injustice is just a temporary setback, not a defeat. We must pick up the broken pieces of our lives and the pieces of our broken hearts and carefully glue them all back together with the superglue of chardi kala. We are loved. We are strong. We are Kaurs.
Harinder Kaur, called "Mai"