Update - Prejudice - Sukhvir Singh Ji Vigil - Part Two

A few words of advice I just gave a young friend about a completely different situation. I think I need to listen, too.

What you hate controls you. In time, you'll need your freedom.

Sukhvir Singh Ji is still in the hospital. His injuries are quite a lot worse than at first thought. He has kidney damage and other internal injuries. His son, Simranjeet says our religion teaches forgiveness. He's right, of course. That's easier said than done, though.



So the vigil has come and gone. And I was there for part of it, at least. The news story says that about 300 people were there. Everybody except me seems to be pleased with this turn-out. OK, I, at 55, still have the naivete of a teenager. And it was a cold, rainy night.


I had no intentions of going out. That torn gastrocnemius muscle in my left leg has been acting up and walking is again quite painful. But at the last minute, Lilly announced we were going, even if Raj had to carry me. Yech. I couldn't let that happen, so I bundled up and grabbed my cane and tried not to limp out. We didn't stay for langar. Too bad. It would have been hilarious to watch Raj. I was happy to see some nonSikhs there.



























Now, other cab drivers here have been speaking up. Although Sukhvir Ji's injuries were greater than others, this sort of event appears not to be so rare. I listened to a report last night on KIRO-TV with drivers discussing the problem. So in lovely, liberal Seattle, our brothers - I don't know of any Kaurs who drive cabs here - live with this evil on a daily basis. Disgusting!


I know of nothing that is more difficult for me to deal with than racial/ethnic/religious prejudice.

I suppose I was overprotected in this way growing up. My brothers were enough to keep anyone from doing much to me. At home there was no problem.




I did get a taste of it during our summers in India, though.Sometimes when we went to Kashmir, people would give us 'that' look. It is easily recognisable. I told Daddy one time, 'I don't think they like Sikhs.'


'Maybe they don't'


'Why not?'


'Why ask me? They're the ones who would know.'


So I ran up to one guy who had been staring daggers at us - I must have been about 9 or 10, but I was small and would have looked even younger - and asked, 'Why don't you like us?' I was always a bold and confident child.



He started to growl at me, but Daddy must have caught his eye. My Dad was one of those people who could turn a snarling pit bull into a cringing lapdog with a glance, and I imagine he turned his full glare on the unfortunate Kashmiri, who stammered something and slithered away. But the whole encounter made such an impression on me that I still remember it vividly 45 years later.



Of course, my most dramatic encounters with prejudice came in June and November, 1984. In fact, that is what made the biggest impression on me in Delhi. Not the blood, not the physical destruction, not even the dead bodies. The hatred. The hatred directed at me and the people I loved the most. Good people. People who were good to others.



It changes you. It changed me. I didn't want it to. That natural almost-but-not-quite arrogance is gone. I wish I could go back and have the easy belief that people are basically good that I had on October 30, 1984. How can I explain it to someone who hasn't experienced it? I know that I can never again look at


a picture of the lynching of an African American,


the bull-dozing of a Palestinian home,

the starved body of a Jew at Auschwitz,


the hacked corpse of a Tutsi in Rwanda...


shall I go on?...


without that hard knot forming in my gut, that feeling of kinship flickering across my consciousness, without putting myself in the picture...



Saying that, I also have to say that it has made me a deeper, more compassionate, spiritually richer person. But the price paid for that is terribly, terribly high. (See my blog header.)


With this latest attack on our brother Bhai Sukhvir Singh Ji, it takes a lot of will power, ardaas and simran not to give in to the instinct to hate. Oh, yes, the instinct, the very strong temptation is there. I want to beat the sh*t out of Luis Vazquez, the accused. I want to pull his hair out of his scalp. I want to...shall I stop? I think I'd better. I am not an enlightened soul, a Buddha, a Guru, a Messiah. I am just Mai. Harinder Kaur. A struggling, normal human being, just like everybody else.



Five - FIVE - of my younger Sikh friends have recently told me of encounters with this sort of prejudice. An interesting fact is where they live. India, England, Kenya. America, too, of course. And Canada. WHAT IS GOING ON? I wrote a post about Canada and Sikhs just a few days ago. It is so easy - and so wrong - to begin to doubt yourself.

A thought which belatedly occurred to me, a few lines from a song by Bob Lind:

...When all the crippled children you give strength too,
Lay their crutches down and walk away,
And you realise that all their Mothers hate you, ...

This is 2007. Isn't it time we outgrow our infancy as a species and mature at least a little? Prejudice hurts innocent people.


End of sermon.


Hospital Picture: Seattle Times
Vigil Picture: Seattle Post-Intelligencer

End of the song:

When at last your bitter problems all ignore you,
And you've come out clean, everything is done.
And you realise I've been through it all before you,
Come down and walk beside me in the sun,
Come down and walk beside me in the sun.

Vigil For Sukhvir Singh Ji

Tomorrow night, Wednesday, 28 November a candlelight vigil will be held for Sukhvir Singh. The vigil is being held at 6:00 p.m. at the Singh Sabha Gurdwara in Renton. The address is 5200 Talbot Rd South, Renton, Washington.

Please bring a candle and something to cover your head, since the sangat
will be reciting rehraas and ardaas for Sukhvir Singh at the vigil. If you are Sikh, why not show your pride and commitment and tie a turban? Be sure to dress warmly as the weather will be quite chilly. (Mai still has some mothering in her!) The vigil will start at 6:00 p.m. sharp.

Please, everyone who possibly can, come to this.

There are approximately 10,000 Sikhs in the Puget Sound area. Many will be there. I would like to see even more nonSikhs show up to show support. With about 3,203,314 people in Metro Seattle, that should be do-able. That would also show the world that Seattle is not the bigoted community that these several attacks on Sikhs in the last few years might lead some to believe.

I wish I had a picture of our brother before this attack to post. We need to see him as he is now,of course, but we also need to think of him as the strong, proud Sikh he is, not just as the victim of this mindless criminal.

If you do not live in the Seattle area - or even if you do, you can also show your support for
Sukhvir Singh by sending him and his family an email at
supportsukhvir@sikhcoalition.org.

If you don't know what this is about, please go to the preceding post, Sukhvir Singh - Local News

Sukhvir Singh - Local News - Update - 2

UPDATE - 2: 27 November 11:00 PM - The man who beat Mr. Singh is Luis Vazquez, 20, of Kent. His age raises the question of why did the police simply send him home in a cab and not arrest him for underage drinking?

Sukhvir Singh Ji is back in the hospital. He has acute renal failure and is in great pain.

Please read the next post about Wednesday's vigil.

Anyone wishing to show support to him and his family is asked to send an e-mail to supportsukhvir@sikhcoalition.org.

UPDATE - 1: 27 November 4:45 PM - I just now heard, on an advert during Judge Judy, that the police are calling this a hate crime. More updates as they come.


I live near Seattle. This happened on Gurpurab.

This is a story from the Seattle Post-Intelligencer newspaper with some additional information.


I
This story is from the Sikh Coalition. They are a good group that use money wisely. If you are looking for a place to donate some money, please consider them. Information is at the end of the article.




Sikh Suffers Brutal Hate Attack in Seattle



Coalition Calls on Police and Prosecutors to Take Action

"I am in a lot of pain, and don't understand why someone would do this to me. I love America and hope that in my case, justice will be done."
Sukhvir Singh
(Seattle, WA) November 26, 2007 - A Sikh cab driver was brutally assaulted by a passenger on Saturday, the night of Gurpurab. Sukhvir Singh's attacker threatened to kill him, calling him a "terrorist" as he punched and bit him, pulling locks of hair from his head. The Sikh Coalition calls on the King's County Prosecuting Attorney's Office to prosecute the incident as a hate crime.

What Happened

On November 24, 2007, Sukhvir Singh had stopped his cab at a deli to eat when two Seattle police officers approached him and asked him to drive home a man who was in their custody. It was the night of a University of Washington football game in Seattle, and the man was intoxicated. Mr. Singh agreed to help the police officers by taking the individual back to his residence, but he never made it there.

On the way to his home, the passenger began to verbally abuse Sukhvir Singh, using religious and racial slurs and threatening to kill him. As his anger escalated, he attacked Sukhvir Singh from the back seat, putting him in a chokehold and knocking off Mr. Singh's turban. He pulled his long hair so hard that it came out in clumps. Trapped in the I-5's carpool lane, Sukhvir Singh had no choice but to stop the car and get out to escape his attacker. His attacker tumbled out onto the highway with him and continued beating him until Washington State Troopers responded to the scene.



Sukhvir Singh was hospitalized overnight, and has been vomiting ever since he returned home yesterday. Sukhvir Singh, a Kent resident, is shaken. "I am in a lot of pain, and don't understand why someone would do this to me. I love America and hope that in my case, justice will be done," he said.



Seattle's Police Department has not yet begun a full investigation of the incident. The Sikh Coalition is particularly concerned that a police report on the incident does not include any information on the bias motivation for the crime.



"Seattle's public officials need to take a strong stance against bias. We expect that this incident will be investigated and prosecuted as a hate crime," said Jasmit Singh, a member of the board of the Gurdwara Singh Sabha of Washington, and a Sikh Coalition board member.



This is not the first hate attack against a Sikh in Seattle. In October 2001, a Sikh motel owner from Renton was beaten over the head and told to "Go to Allah." In 2003, another Seattle taxi driver was surrounded by a group of men calling him "Osama" and telling him to "Get out of this country." Though his cab suffered thousands of dollars worth of damage, the incident was not prosecuted as a hate crime.



The Sikh Coalition asks all Sikhs to support its call for a hate crime charge in Sukhvir Singh's case. Seattle's Sikh community will be organizing a rally for Sukhvir Singh later this week.

We urge all Sikhs to practice their faith fearlessly. If you or someone you know is a victim of discrimination, please report it to legal@sikhcoalition.org.



The Sikh Coalition is a community-based organization that works towards the realization of civil and human rights for all people. The Coalition serves as a resource on Sikhs and Sikh concerns for governments, organizations and individuals.



The Sikh Coalition relies on your financial support to sustain its initiatives and broaden its services. In addition to supporting the Sikh Coalition directly, we encourage you to use matching donation programs offered by many employers. The Sikh Coalition is a 501c (3) non-profit organization. Thank you for your support.

Freedom of Speech, of the Press, of Expression, of the Net!!

Vaheguru Ji Ka Khalsa
Vaheguru Ji Ki Fateh!!

Just to add a couple pictures!

By democratic, political, peaceful means, of course!!

You might notice that one of the links is Sri Guru Granth Sahib Ji.

I know this is a bad time for this but these things happen when they happen, not when we want them to.

It seems the owner of a blog,World 365, does not like us. Does not like us at all. In fact, is trying to get all our websites and blogs BANNED. I, with my very slow dial-up connexion was going through his list of hit-sites when, in a flash, it came to me: he was simply using my link list. He didn't even do his own research. Some of these, of course, have nothing to do with Khalistan. For example, Respect For Guru Ji is hardly a hotbed of Khalistani activism.

These ARE ALL SIKH SITES, though. Every last one of them!

I am going to try to alert everyone on the list, I think. I think Mr. Sateesh Kumar has declared war on us. And he couldn't have chosen a more, er, uh, appropriate day!

I do not want to reproduce his post here, but he is calling on the government of India to launch a protest against Google and get all of us BANNED. Please go to this link and read what he has to say.

http://world-365.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-is-indian-government-doing.html

He starts:

What is the Indian government doing?

He ends thus:

True Indians like me dont really want to destroy the identity of sikhs. No body
in India are against sikhs wearing kirpans or bracelets or other religious
signs. But in the name of Khalistan these people are displaying flags of the
republic of khalistan and other separatist stuff.

Why in the hell does
the Indian government not acting?

Even though there is no mass following
for these websites and people it is prudent to ban these websties. One notabe
fact is that these are promoted by non resident indian sikhs. So they
comfortably sit outside India and are posting these secessionist materials.

Of course! Can you imagine what would happen to anyone in India that dared to express these ideas?

I want to point out that we have never advocated violence against anyone. We want Khalistan to be established by a peaceful, democratic process, not by violence!!

I know most links are not followed. But if you want to be able to continue to read our blog and others that freely speak of not only our hopes for the future, but also our history, now is the time to act.

HAPPY GURPURAB TO ALL!!

Sarika Needs Our Help - Update

Go here to sign the petition supporting our brave, young sister who is standing up for who she is and what she believes!

Sarika Singh is a 14-year old girl who attends Aberdare Girls’ School.

She wears a ‘Kara’ to school and because of this she has been isolated in school. The school keep referring to her Kara as a piece of jewellery and therefore a health & safety risk. However, it is a visible article of faith that represents her belief.

Prior to being excluded she had been put into isolation at school and was being taught separately to every other student, as she refused to remove her Kara. While in isolation she was not allowed to talk to any of her friends and was not even allowed to go to the bathroom without a teacher. She has not been allowed to take part in school activities or clubs after school. It is very concerning that Sarika was taught in isolation because of her beliefs.

While in isolation she was not getting taught the education that she should because she was made to copy out of books and if the support teacher did not know about the subject she could not do the work and was told to do something else instead.

Sarika believes that everyone should stand up for what they believe, and she feels that her school by trying to prevent her from wearing her Kara has made her a victim of her belief.

Prior to exclusion she was not receiving the education that she should be receiving like the other pupils in the school. This issue has been going on since May.

Following her exclusion from 5 November the family with the help of Liberty is being forced to seek a judicial review as the school is demanding she remove the small bangle called a Kara. Various parties have tried to resolve this matter by discussing it and arranging meetings (with the school), but the school has not been forthcoming.

Sarika is very upset and wants to go back to school as soon as possible. She is a good student and she wants to see her friends, like any other 14-year-old.

The school bans all pupils from wearing jewellery other than plain metal ear studs and a wristwatch. Up until the exclusion on 5 November the school maintained the Kara was an item of jewellery. Only after the publicity did the school say it also did not allow crosses or head scarves.

The Headteacher is Jane Rosser and has been very forthright in her right to run the school as she deems appropriate. Welsh Assembly member Leanne Wood has said the case shows schools (in Wales) need guidance on uniforms. The guidance is Wales has been pending for four years. In England the guidance put out to schools on Sikh articles of faith has been helpful and allowed schools and the individuals to come to sensible solutions.

Anna Fairclough, of the human rights group Liberty which is providing legal representation has said: “The school's reaction to our client's desire to modestly observe her faith has not only been discriminatory but defies common sense.

“Unfortunately, the school's uniform policy appears to mean that no Sikh can attend the school without compromising their beliefs.”

Following the Mandla v Lee case (House of Lords 1983) Sikhs are protected under the Race Relations Act 1976 and the school is unlawfully discriminating against Sarika. From a legal perspective it is similar to a child being excluded because of the colour of their skin and is totally unacceptable.

The following web site has been set up in support of Sarika:

http://supportsarika.co.uk

Please support Sarika by visiting the web site and signing the online petition. You could also circulate this link to friends via e-groups, discussion forums etc.


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Sarita Needs Our Help
I will get back to posting my journal, but this is important.

I imagine by now the whole cybersangat is aware of the predicament of Sarita Singh in Wales. Her school is forbidding her from wearing her kara. The only 'jewelry' her school allows is a wristwatch and plain stud earrings. I think it is ironic that they would allow her to mutilate herself, but not wear her kara. In her own words,

"It's very important to me, it constantly reminds me to do good and not to
do bad, especially with my hands."

This came into my in box this morning. Can we please all go to the link and support our young sister by signing the petition there?

The following web site has been set up in support of Sarika, the 14 year old girl who has been excluded from school in South Wales for wearing the Kara, religious bangle.

http://supportsarika.co.uk/

Please support Sarika by visiting the web site and signing the online petition.

Aberdare Girls School in Wales has excluded the pupil for refusing to remove her Kara as it says it has a strict policy on jewellery which only allows pupils to wear a watch or stud earnings.

The Kara is a fundamental part of the Sikh religion. It is not a piece of jewelery, but it is an article of faith and expression of religious belief.

It's the least we can do. And I think we need to do it.

The next day: Wednesday, 21 November:

I just checked the petition. It has 433 signatures, of which two were outclicked from this site.

Here is a news update from the India eNews:

Global support for suspended Sikh girl in Britain

From correspondents in London, England, 10:00 AM IST


As the issue involving a Sikh girl's suspension from a Welsh school for wearing a kada, a symbol of Sikhism, appeared headed for the courts, hundreds of people from around the world backed the girl through a website set up to support her.

Sarika Watkins-Singh, 14, of mixed Welsh-Punjabi parentage, has been suspended three times from the Aberdare Girls School for wearing the kada. The school says that wearing it goes against its code, which only allows watches and stud-earrings.

Human rights organisation Liberty, which is directed by Shami Chakrabarti, has taken up Sarika's case. It is arguing that by excluding Sarika, the school's governing body has violated violating the Race Relations Act 1976, the Equality Act 2006 and the Human Rights Act 1998.

Angry, passionate messages against the school authorities have been left by visitors on the website www.supportsarika.co.uk. The website features press and video coverage of the case that has hit the headlines across Britain and elsewhere.

Anna Fairclough, Liberty's legal officer representing the Singhs, said: 'The governing body of the school has ignored established race and equality protections and shamefully turned a young woman into a pariah by isolating her.

'Legal precedents established 25 years ago make clear that she should be allowed to wear the kara without being intimidated by the school.'


(Staff Writer, © IANS)


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My Journal - Part 5: 23 December - 25 December 1984

Click here to read the whole unexpurgated journal

Please read Part Four.

23 December

I broke my rule. I never read a journal before writing in it. I did today, though. This whole book from the beginning. It is hard reading. Some of the pages have dried tears, others dried blood. Some are incredibly nasty. But I will not break my second rule. I change not a word.

Suni and I did make an agreement. We will not live our lives as victims. We are alive. She has Hope to raise and I promised Mani that I will remarry. What a horrid, dreadful thought. However, a promise is still a promise - and somehow it will be kept. (The Nihang smiles at me.)

(expletive deleted)

The Pedersens are staying through Christmas. My feelings about Laura keep changing. Sometimes I look at her and it's almost like having Sandeep back. Other times I almost hate her. No, other times I do hate her. I want to gouge her eyes out. Oh, Waheguru! I don't know how I feel. Or even if I feel.

Where was I two months ago? 23 October. A village near Delhi. Suni and I away from the luftdreck (2007, literally, airsh*t, a word for smog I picked up somewhere) in the city. Two pregnant ladies without a care in the world, happy, giggling, eating too much and not exercising enough. Both happily married, our husbands spoiling us and trying to keep us happy. Two young sons, just starting life, with big plans and bigger hopes.

Now I am torturing myself. Nihang Singh Ji, come save me!!!!!!!

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24 December 1984

Christmas Eve. Yippee. I'm overjoyed. How about a Christmas carol?

I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

And in despair I bowed my head:
"There is no peace on earth," I said,
"For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men."

There is something unbearably poignant about this song, even in the best of times.. And these are the worst of times. A Christmas song for Sikhs??!!?! But the next verse could almost, ALMOST be from our Guru Ji:

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead, nor doth he sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,
With peace on earth, good will to men."

I don't think so. I don't believe it. I used to believe it. (The Nihang looks grim.) I want to believe it, even now. But I see that (expletive deleted) Hindu smashing my Sandeep's neck and I hear the crack of his neck breaking and the grin on the (expletive deleted)'s face. And I don't believe in anything at all. (The Nihang hangs his head for a moment, then looks at me with - compassion? love?) Nihang Singh Ji, be angry at me! Please. Yell at me! Tell me off!! Excommunicate me or something!

Why do I feel so guilty?

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25 December 1984

CHRISTMAS DAY

Up on the rooftop reindeer paws. Out jumps good ol' Santa Claus... Daddy looked like Santa Claus, only with a turban and not fat. I wish he were here. He could always make sense of things. I bet now all could say would be the hukam of Waheguru.

(expletive deleted)


I don't want to celebrate Christmas. I hate Christmas. We never had to celebrate Christmas because of Sandeep's objections. Wasn't he a purist? Devout. Made the rest of us look like amateurs.

But he's dead and everybody wants to give us presents. EVERYBODY. I honestly would rather do the Jain thing. Go meditate myself to death. Go sleep naked in the snow. But try to be nice. Why?

Because we agreed to be survivors, not victims. I don't want to survive. I curse those (expletive deleted) brahmins that rescued us. I could have died softly in the flames beside my Mani. I could be shaheed at his side.

Today I hate everything, everyone. I want to crawl under the blankets and hide my head. Wrap my hair around my head. My hair is still mine. Still that. (The Nihang touches his turban and smiles.) But I try to smile. I envy Laura. She doesn't even try. Just sits and stares at the Nihang. I don't think she can see him though. Her mother asked what's she looking at and she shakes her head and says, 'nothing.'

She is beautiful. Even with her eyes red and swollen and splotchy skin. Shiny blonde hair almost to her knees, not cut in how long? She keeps it covered all the time now. Surinder is right now tying it in a bun for her, a proper Sikh bun. Can a proper Sikh bun be yellow? She wears all 5 Ks now. Why don't her parents object? Sandeep is dead. They should help her get over him, not encourage this Sikh thing. Shouldn't they?

Oh, (expletive deleted). I don't know anything any more.

I WANT MANI. RIGHT NOW.

My Journal - Part Four 17 December - 22 December 1984

Go here to read the whole unexpurgated journal.



Please read Part Three.


17 DECEMBER 1984

Yesterday it seemed .......not easy, but possible. Today I just can't [expletive deleted] take it. Forever. Always? Who the[expletive deleted] knows? Waheguru? Vahiguru? The nihang looks sad. I project all my feelings onto that beautiful, weathered face with the too-big-for-westerners nose, but I like it. I want to go kill me a few. No, not nihangs. Maybe I could bring a few to help me. I want to get those ones. SUNI KNOWS WHO SOME OF THEM ARE. BUT SHE WON'T SAY. SHE SAYS SHE DOESN'T, BUT I KNOW SHE DOES. AS SOON AS I HEAL UP, I'LL GET THEIR NAMES AND...who am I kidding?

I wonder if my mother will visit me. I'd like to spit in her tobacco-stinking face! She hates Sikhs. She hates her own children. [Expletives deleted.] Especially she hates me. But you'd think she'd show up. I wonder if anyone has told her.

[Expletive deleted] her in the [expletive deleted]! I NEED MANI BACK. AND MY SAINTLY SANDEEP. She would've liked to kill us all. [Expletive deleted] Catholic Hindu murdering [expletive deleted]!

Oh, my goodness gracious, but we are angry today, aren't we. No greed, lust, ego, attachment, but enough anger for all five. Let us laugh.

Where to turn for comfort? It's all so empty.

18 DECEMBER 1984

MANI,

No, I can't forget this evening
Or your face as you were leaving
But I guess that's just the way the story goes
You always smile
But in your eyes your sorrow shows
Yes, it shows No, it doesn't. I never saw anyone look so happy.

No, I can't forget tomorrow
When I think of all my sorrow
When I had you there but then I let you go
And now it's only fair that I should let you know
What you should know

Can't live if living is without you
I can't live, I can't give any more
I can't live if living is without you
I can't give, I can't give any more

I can't live if living is without you
I can't live, I can't give anymore
I can't live if living is without you
I can't live, I can't give anymore

And the nihang smiles at me, 'Yes, you can, Khalsa lady.'


Oh, shut up, and stop smiling. I have the right to feel sorry for myself just now!!!!!!!!
And anyway, you're just a hysterical hallucination-----------Aren't you?
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19 DECEMBER 1984

(Note from 2007: This entry contains quotes in Gurmukhi from the Sri Guru Granth Sahib. Hence it should be read with respect. The hands should be clean and the head covered. Even if you are not Sikh and/or you do not believe in God, it will do you no harm to show respect.)

I need to start praying. Somewhere I have lost that. To Jap Naam is supposed to be the highest prayer. But I need the others. I have to start with the Mool Mantar. I tried the other day. I couldn't. Perhaps if I simply write it...That's a start. Have to start somewhere. It would break Mani's heart if I didn't. So I try.
ੴ ਸਤਿ ਨਾਮੁ ਕਰਤਾ ਪੁਰਖੁ ਨਿਰਭਉ ਨਿਰਵੈਰੁ ਅਕਾਲ ਮੂਰਤਿ ਅਜੂਨੀ ਸੈਭੰ ਗੁਰ ਪ੍ਰਸਾਦਿ

What a strange feeling to be writing Gurmurki. Now I try to sing.

I get half way. Only halfway.



ੴ ਸਤਿ ਨਾਮੁ ਕਰਤਾ ਪੁਰਖੁ ਨਿਰਭਉ ਨਿਰਵੈਰੁ

No fear. No anger. I doubt it. No fear. I have nothing left to fear. But anger! Ha ha ha ha ha ha. I have enough of that to be the Christian image of God. He is one angry bastard. I remember we studied a sermon called Sinners In The Hands Of An Angry God in school. That would be enough to scare the shit out of anyone.

The nihang is staring at me. He wants me to complete the Mool Mantar. OK.

ਅਕਾਲ ਮੂਰਤਿ ਅਜੂਨੀ ਸੈਭੰ ਗੁਰ ਪ੍ਰਸਾਦਿ

Now try to put it all together.

ੴ ਸਤਿ ਨਾਮੁ ਕਰਤਾ ਪੁਰਖੁ ਨਿਰਭਉ ਨਿਰਵੈਰੁ ਅਕਾਲ ਮੂਰਤਿ ਅਜੂਨੀ ਸੈਭੰ ਗੁਰ ਪ੍ਰਸਾਦਿ



The Nihang is smiling at me. He is pleased.

All this is at least distracting. My knee doesn't seem to hurt quite as much.

And I can feel Mani and Sandeep with me. My lovely shaheeds.

They used wander around the house singing Jap Ji Sahib. Mani had the whole thing memorised. Used to. Do they still do that where they are now?

My heart breaks, but I have to persist. They are dead. Shaheeds. And I am still Khalsa in Maya. Damn It!

(Note from 2007: I feel the need to add this note. The English translation of the Mool Mantar is:

One Universal Creator God. The Name Is Truth. Creative Being Personified. No Fear. No Hatred. Image Of The Undying, Beyond Birth, Self-Existent. By Guru's Grace. It is the root (mool) statement of belief of the Sikh religion.. I am going to try to put in a link to actually hear it. This is from the movie Rang De Basanti and includes a short meditation following the Mantar itself.)

ਜਪੁ
Jap.
Chant And Meditate:


ਆਦਿ ਸਚੁ ਜੁਗਾਦਿ ਸਚੁ
aad sach jugaad sach
True In The Primal Beginning. True Throughout The Ages.


ਹੈ ਭੀ ਸਚੁ ਨਾਨਕ ਹੋਸੀ ਭੀ ਸਚੁ ॥੧॥

hai bhee sach nanaak hosee bhee sach
True Here And Now. O Nanak, Forever And Ever True. 1

ਸੋਚੈ ਸੋਚਿ ਨ ਹੋਵਈ ਜੇ ਸੋਚੀ ਲਖ ਵਾਰ .
sochai soch na hova-ee jay sochee lakh vaar
By thinking, He cannot be reduced to thought, even by thinking hundreds of thousands of times.


ਚੁਪੈ ਚੁਪ ਨ ਹੋਵਈ ਜੇ ਲਾਇ ਰਹਾ ਲਿਵ ਤਾਰ
chupai chup na hova-ee jay laa-ay rahaa liv taar
By remaining silent, inner silence is not obtained, even by remaining lovingly absorbed deep within.


ਭੁਖਿਆ ਭੁਖ ਨ ਉਤਰੀ ਜੇ ਬੰਨਾ ਪੁਰੀਆ ਭਾਰ
bhukhi-aa na utree jay bannaa puree-aa bhaar
The hunger of the hungry is not appeased, even by piling up loads of worldly goods.


ਸਹਸ ਸਿਆਣਪਾ ਲਖ ਹੋਹਿ ਤ ਇਕ ਨ ਚਲੈ ਨਾਲਿ
sahas si-aanpaa lakh hohi ta ik na chalai naal
Hundreds of thousands of clever tricks, but not even one of them will go along with you in the end.


ਕਿਵ ਸਚਿਆਰਾ ਹੋਈਐ ਕਿਵ ਕੂੜੈ ਤੁਟੈ ਪਾਲਿ
Kiv sachi-aaraa ho-ee-ai kiv koorhai tutai paal
So how can you become truthful? And how can the veil of illusion be torn away?


ਹੁਕਮਿ ਰਜਾਈ ਚਲਣਾ ਨਾਨਕ ਲਿਖਿਆ ਨਾਲਿ ॥੧॥

hukam rajaa-ee chalnaa naanak likhi-aa naal
O Nanak, it is written that you shall obey the Hukam of His Command, and walk in the Way of His Will. 1

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20 DECEMBER 1984

I have decided to write a haiku. I read you gotta have a certain sanity and serenity to count syllables and think of seasons. I have been thinking and I think I have the syllables right. Classic 5-7-5: Season: Autumn, implied but not stated. No humans, just nature. hahahahahaha!!

Leaves and bodies fall.
Smell of urine and dung.
Lions burn brightly.

Serene and sane.

The nihang looks at me, expressionless.

Then he grins and starts laughing.

How did you die, Mr. Nihang Singh Ji?

Sardar Nihang Singh Ji. That sounds better.

Lunchtime. I hate eating. They bring us food from home. I know it is delicious. They are all great cooks. But it all tastes like ashes and [expletive deleted]. The liquids , even water, wreaks of blood. They can't understand. I eat just enough that they don't get mad at me, somehow I keep it down usually. Not always though.

Poor Suni. She has to eat enough to keep making milk for the baby, our Hope. She is a symbol to us and she has to be strong and healthy. It is amazing that Suni can make good milk in her shape. But that baby is what we have left and she must have the best. The best. So Suni tries to laugh and play with her like nothing is wrong. She sings her lullabies in Punjabi about Gurus protecting her and keeping her safe. Her voice is so sweet and gentle. I wish I could sing. I wish they would let me walk or at least stand up. Every day Maman comes and moves the knee back and forth. It hurts, but not unbearably. I don't complain because I'm afraid they'll make me take more painkillers. I'd rather have the pain. I move the foot around. She holds the knee while I move the upper leg. I do not want the muscles to get too weak.

I have insisted and they're helping me with some therapy for my arms and torso. But I have to go easy on the abdomen because they did a lot of surgery there. I would like to do some weights on the arms but they won't let me because of the weakness in my stomach from all their cutting on me.

I want to get very strong and totally recovered and go back and hunt down those bastards and kill them personally. One by one. The nihang is looking at me. I can't read his expression. Today is a day I feel I can handle everything. Khalsa woman lives!!

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21 DECEMBER 1984

I believe I have this all figured out. I understand it completely. It is a dream. A nightmare. I am just having a bad dream.

Soon I will wake up in our bedroom with the mountains all around me and the sun about to rise. I will reach up and pull until I uncover Mani's hair and then I'll pull his jura loose. He'll grunt at me, still asleep. Then, half awake, smile and open his eyes, and...

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22 DECEMBER 1984

I wasn't totally wrong yesterday. Or totally deluded. Maya is a sort of dream, nightmare.

Somedays I think I am entirely sane. Other days I am completely crazy. As in having no reality base. I believe in the impossible.

Today I am sane. I do not believe in any of that garbage. None of it. The nihang does not exist. He is a delusion. Completely. Nonetheless, I see him standing over there, looking at me curiously. My mind - and Suni's - have concoted him as a sort of mirror of our feelings. Suni insists that he is real. That he lived and died and has voluntarily returned to Maya to help and guide us. She is crazy as a loon!

I just realised something. It is almost Christmas. My number one Christmas memory is the first Christmas after Sandy (Sandeep - he hated being called Sandy, he kept telling me he wasn't an old-time baseball pitcher (Sandy Koufax) and Sandeep was the perfect name Guruji chose for him and would I please stop calling him Sandy and use his correct name? OK, Son, you have it. Sandeep.) Anyway, he came home and asked if we were Christians and when we said, of course not, he demanded why did we celebrate Christmas. Mani tried to explain about it being a time for family and to give each other presents and to have fun, but those big grey eyes kept staring into his dad's big grey eyes and he wasn't buying it. He was right, of course, but who ever heard of a six-year-old throwing away Christmas? And his grampa looked so much like Santa Claus, except not fat. Sandeep refused to be in the school Christmas pageant. And we stopped celebrating Christmas.

And now my pure, young son has gone home. Christmas is not an issue there, I'm sure.

I wish I could spend some time with Guru Ji. I can't bow I can't even stand. But so much I would like to take a Hukamnama and try to meditate on it. I think I could meditate. Or at least make the effort.

I long so much for some normalcy. I want to go for a walk. I want food to taste good. I want a feeling of security and safety and nothing really bad can ever happen to me because really bad things happen to other people. ( 2007-Here is a drawing of a happy face crossed out.) I want, I want, I want...I want!

Is it real, Is it fake
Is this game of life a mistake?
Life had broken my pretty balloon.
It happened,
Suddenly it just happened,
The Happening.

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Re: After 1984, The Deluge

I have just published a post about growing up in Punjab after 1984. It is mostly the thoughts of a Sikh man born in 1984. It could have been published in this blog, but for reasons I choose not to discuss, it won't be. However, I am sure the readers of The Road To Khalistan will want to read it. So here is After 1984, The Deluge. His writing really is worth your time to read.

My Journal - Part Three: 12 December - 16 December 1984

Click here to read the whole unexpurgated journal.


First please read Part Two.

12 DECEMBER 1984

Laura keeps asking questions. I keep trying to answer. Poor kid, but not really a kid any more. she grieves like a widow. 13. Only Romeo killed by the devil and Juliet left to mourn

Remembering, remembering...

Sounds outside the house, people out there laughing. Then...nothing. Mani said, no, but I went out to look. That big X on the house. The signature on our death warrants. I told Mani. He told the others. Don started singing:

We are the champions, my friend
and we'll keep on fighting till the end
We are the champions
we are the champions,
No time for losers, cause we are the champions

OF THE WORLD!!!

Mani: BOLE SO NIHAL

US: SAT SRI AKAAL....How many times, I don't know

Then Mohan jumped up and SCREAMED: STOP IT!! ARE YOU ALL INSANE? THEY'RE GOING TO KILL US!!

Mani grabbed him by the throat. 'We're not insane. We're Sikhs, Lions, What the hell are you!' And threw him on the ground.

That was when Sandeep said, 'They're really gonna kill us. Then me and Bilbar need to take Amrit.'

More later. I need to stop here. I still hear his voice. So determined and controlled. What could we ever have done to deserve such child?


And we'll go on
............................and on
.........................................and on

Cause we are the champions...(Choke)

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13 DECEMBER 1984

Suni gets up and leaves when I talk to Laura. But she comes back. Her eyes are so deep in her head now, dark circles. Mine two. We both look like we've been dragged through hell by the hair. I guess we have. hahahahahahaha

She won't let go of Hope. I'm strong enough now to hold her. She likes me. I wish I could help Suni nurse her. Suni is so thin and drawn and I'm afraid her milk will dry up. But she forces herself to eat because of nursing the baby.

Every day Suni takes her over to the nihang. He smiles and touches her forehead with his kara.

Suni cries a lot. She tries not to cry, but she can't help it. I can't cry. I wish I could. Lilly is so quiet. I told her I cut that fucking Hindu's throat and I enjoyed it. Good ol Lilly. She took my sword hand in both of hers and kissed it. Can a Jain kiss the hand of a killer? I mean, is she supposed to...Maybe they'd kick her out or something.

I asked her what she'da done. She shook her head and said, I don't know. I know what I should do, but I don't know, if someone killed one of my kids how I'd react. And Raj. But he'd kill, I know he would.

I don't like Raj. I will NEVER like that [religious slur and expletive deleted] kshatriya [expletive deleted] . What Lilly sees in him...

MANI, COME BACK, PLEASE COME

BACK... I CAN'T EVEN

DREAM ABOUT YOU. I CAN'T CRY

... WHAT [expletive deleted] WRONG WITH ME?

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15 DECEMBER 1984

Poor, dear little Laura. Focus on the living. My would-have-been-daughter. Laura, dear, go back to Kansas. Forget about us. Forget your ever knew us. Go home and be a Kansas farmgirl. Find some nice Kansas farm boy to marry. Just go back to the way you were. She looks at me with those huge, blood-shot eyes.

'Mata Ji. I can't.' Then she quotes.'"A mind, once expanded, can never return to its original dimensions." I can't go back. I am what I am, I can't be what I was, or what I would have been.' Soft, soft voice. Old far beyond her years. How will she be scarred by all this?

It is easier to focus on her, get that image of Sandeep lying there with his head at that weird angle. But a peaceful face. That still strikes me, how peaceful the faces of our men were. Our dead men. Our new family shaheeds. Just what we need. More family shaheeds. Daddy used to tell stories about family shaheeds and the Moghuls. Did their survivors feel like I, we do? Too many questions. I look over toward the corner. The nihang is still there. He looks directly at me. His eyes are not hard, cold. They are warm, alive, compassionate, loving. Protective? When I hallucinate, I do it well. My diseased mind has created a suopernatural friend. Superman! It's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's Super Nihang! Fella, yeah, you, you with the blue chola and the sword and the turban, you. Can you fly? And take me with you?

I like having him here. Real or imagined. Sane or mad. I like having him here.

Daddy never talked about family nihangs, though. Maybe he's from another family? Or maybe I just like nihangs. I'll have to ask Suni about that. Right now, it's just me and Francois (asleep, of course) and the usual hospital crap.

16 DECEMBER 1984

Today finally, they let me take a shower. Not easy. I still can't walk because they had to fix my knee and it's not healing very well. That's funny. Alain picked me up and carried me into the shower. They sat me on a chair in there. The nurses got me out of that damned hospital gown and pulled my kechera down to my ankles. Then Suni helped me wash. Lilly and Laura took Hope, but they stayed within sight of Suni. Hope never is out of her sight. I wish I had my Kaurs. Stupid thought. And my Singhs.

We washed and washed and washed me. I didn't realise I felt so dirty. They give me French baths every day. But you need to see the filth wash away. It's not the same when they just wipe it off. And really, really washing my hair and putting some conditioner. Then, I think some jasmine oil. I begin to feel a little more like a woman. A widow. The widow of a shaheed. The mother of a shaheed. At least I feel clean. I want to try to stand, but Suni says no, it might rip out my knee. I suppose she's right.

I am clean now my body is clean and my hair. And a big surprise. They had a silk gown made for me. Beautiful blue. Opens like a hospital gown. But soft and nice against my skin. No lace. Nothing scratchy. Just soft, second skin.

Now I am clean. I try to pray. Just the Mool Mantar, I think. But it won't come. It just won't. I try to Jap naam. Vahiguru. Vahiguru. Vahiguru. I can do that. Softly, though. The nihang mouths the gurmantar with me. He looks very serious.

Vahiguru Vahiguru

ਵਾਹਿਗੁਰੂ ਵਾਹਿਗੁਰੂ

Then it seems all the others join in. I hear Mandeep's bass, Sandeep's new found tenor, Suni and Laura's sopranos and my own unmelodious tones.

And, at last, the tears come. My body shakes and I sob. They all come to hold me, but I wave them away. I hold myself, then look at the nihang. He leaves his place and walks over to my bed. Suni gasps, but no one else sees him. He looks directly in my eyes, smiles and says something. I don't know what. Neither does Suni. I notice he smells of ...roses, of all things. Then he returns to his place.

Details - 4 November 1984

(Cross-posted with sometimes - 2)

Warning, this post does get a little bit graphic.

Suni's story is in blue, Mai's in red.

Someone suggested in an e-mail that we really should include more details of what happened in November 1984 to our family group. I am not sure what that person really meant, but we think it is about the actual fight. We, Mai and Suni, are here together on this anniversary and will make an attempt to tell in more detail, what happened.

We think it was 4 November. Everything had been very quiet all morning. We, of course, were on edge, but had done our prayers and a lot of singing, some kirtan, but mostly popular stuff. About 1:30 PM, we heard a commotion outside and knew that this was it.

Suni: A few minutes before, I saw a party of shaheeds enter the house. There were about quite a few of them, I didn't count, but I think maybe 40 or 45.

Mani shouted, 'Bole so nihal!' We responded and took up our positions. Suni was seated in the big chair, holding Guru Ji. I was on the stairs leading to the second floor balcony. My brothers were to the left and right of the front door. Sandeep, my son, was in the kitchen doorway. Mohan and Balbir, Suni's husband and son, as the least experienced fighters (Suni: totally inexperienced) were upstairs on the balcony. (I had argued with Mani that I should be in Sandeep's position, since I was a strong fighter, but he refused because of my pregnancy.) Mani, as our commander, was across the room, but directly in front of the door.

What none of us had expected was that they entered from the front and back simultaneously. That one came so fast behind Sandeep that I don't think he ever knew he was hit. I saw it, though, and felt the blood rush to my head in an anger and fury indescribable. He went down with the first blow of the iron bar across the back of his neck, his head at that bizarre angle that I'll never forget.

I remember then Mani shouted, 'Guru Gobind Singh! Waheguru!' and lunged forward. I ran from my position toward the bastard that had killed my son, intending to kill him. Something happened, time seemed to stop. Suddenly there was no noise and no one was moving except me and him. I approached him with my kirtan/dagger (it was now a weapon) drawn and ready. He was terrified. If I live forever, I will never see such fear in anyone's eyes again. His eyes were wide open, as was his mouth - although I heard no sound from it - as I slit his throat from ear to ear. I think I nearly decapitated him. Blood spurted out all over me, my face was wet with it. He stared at me for a moment and then fell at my feet, mouth still gaping open, eyes staring wide. I felt a great satisfaction, as I licked the blood from my lips. Is that enough detail for everyone?

This is Suni. When I sat down with Guru Ji, two Singhnis took up positions on either side of me. Both were tall and strong-looking and heavily armed. The one on my right smiled at me and gently patted my stomach. I could eel her hand.

When Mai went toward that [person]. I also saw everything stop and it happened as Mai has described it, but she could not see herself. The person [he] confronted looked nothing like my cousin/sister Mai. She was huge and tall and black. Her eyes were red and she was the very embodiment of the outraged mother. In short she looked like a most terrifying depiction of Ma Kali. I think that is what that person saw that scared him so much. Of course, I do not believe in Ma Kali, but he did and that's what matters. All the shaheeds just stood and watched.

Mai again. Normal time resumed. Mohan and Bilbar were side by side on the main floor, doing their best to strike with drawn swords, but I saw Bilbar get hit in the stomach with an iron bar and drop his sword. I saw my brothers moving, but I couldn't see clearly what was going on. Two [males] had converged on me and I was busy with them. They kept hitting my body, but I was able to protect my head and kept going. I felt no pain. I could not see Mani, at all.

Suni: They never seemed to notice me sitting there Somehow the shaheeds were able to make me invisible to our enemies, I think. I saw my son drop his sword and geddit in the head with one of their bars. My husband foolishly went to his aid and forgot to protect himself. The two fell in a heap together. The Hindus beat them and beat them with their iron bars.

Mai's brothers were expert fighters, but each was fighting off three opponents and fell. Someone picked up their swords and stabbed them over and over in the chest. There was a lot of blood. By this time, the smell became overwhelming. Not just blood, but also urine and feces. I could barely breathe.

Mani was in control of himself. I could see his mouth moving. 'Vaheguru, vaheguru, vaheguru...' He sword was swinging in rhythm to his words. There were just too many of them and eventually he went down. Mai was a fury. She looked like something out of a Chinese martial arts movie. Eventually, though, she went down, too. They beat everyone after they were down, over and over, with their bars until all of them were bloody all over. I am sure many bones were broken, too. I could tell when someone died because shaheeds would gather around that person, I think to act as an escort and honour guard. I knew that Mani and Mai were still alive, but all the others were dead.

When they finished beating the bodies, for some reason, they left. I'm not sure why. I just sat and clutched Guru Ji. My two lady shaheeds were still with me, so I knew it wasn't over.

We have already described how Mai regained consciousness and got to Mani and their talk, his death and then cleaning the faces. We are not going to retell that now.

Eventually, the mob returned with cans of petrol. They looted the house, then drenched all the bodies with the petrol. Just at that moment, by Guru's grace, a loud voice shouted 'Naamaste!' They stopped dead in their tracks. It was our neighbours, the brahmins. They ordered the mob out and came and rescued me. I knew Mai was still alive and they carried her, bleeding profusely - she was in premature labour by that time, in addition to her other injuries - to their house. The shaheeds followed her and, I think also acted as an escort to her two daughters.

They wanted to relieve me of the burden of carrying Guru Ji, but I wouldn't surrender him to them for anything. As we left the house, the mob, waiting impatiently outside, entered and torched the house. I really didn't know that brahmins had that much power still, but the mob was willing to let us two live. I don't think they ever knew that Mai was a woman.

Picture: We do not know who these women are, just our sisters, survivors like ourselves.

IN MEMORY, 2007

WAHEGURU JI KA KHALSA
WAHEGURU JI KI FATEH

IN LOVING AND GRATEFUL MEMORY

FROM YOUR KHALSA SISTERS
VINI AND SUNI AND MAI

on the 22nd 23rd anniversary of your Shaheedi

the Second Battle of Delhi,
31 October- 4 November, 1984

TO OUR KHALSA BROTHERS

SHAHEED BERTRAM K. SINGH
SHAHEED BALBIR SINGH
SHAHEED EDUARD P. SINGH
SHAHEED MANDEEP SINGH KHALSA
SHAHEED MOHAN SINGH
SHAHEED SANDEEP SINGH

and our two little sisters who died unborn,

BABY KAUR ONE

BABY KAUR TWO

and to all the thousands of our other brothers and sisters who died in this battle/pogrom/massacre.

YOU WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN

WAHEGURU JI KA KHALSA
WAHEGURU JI KI FATEH

OUR SEARCH FOR JUSTICE CONTINUES UNABATED.

KHALISTAN ZINDABAD!!

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