It has always been impossible for me to reconcile myself to any one member of the bady politic remaining out of use.
I have always been loath to hide or connive at the. weak points of the community or to press for its rights without having purged it of its blemishes.
Therefore, ever since my settlement in Natal, I had been endeavouring to clear the community of a charge that had been levelled against it, not without a certain amount of truth. The charge had often been made that the Indian was slovenly in his habits and did not keep his house and surroundings clean.
The principal men of the community had, therefore, already begun to put their houses in order, but house-to-house inspection was undertaken only when the plague was reported to be imminent in Durban.
This was done after consulting and gaining the approval of, the city fathers, who had desired our co-operation. Our co-operation made work easier for them and at the same time lessened our hardships.
For whenever there is an outbreak of epidemics, the executive, as a general rule, get impatient, take excessive measures and behave to such as may have incurred their displeasure with a heavy hand. The community saved itself from this oppression by voluntarily taking sanitary measures.
But I had some bitter experiences. I saw that I could not so easily count on the help of the community in getting it to do its duty, as I could in claiming for its rights. At some places, I met with insults, at others with polite indifference. It was too much for people to bestir themselves to keep their surroundings clean.
To expect them to find the money for the work was out of the question. These experiences taught me, better than ever before, that without infinite patience it was impossible to get the people to do any work.
It is the reformer who is anxious for the reform, and not society, from which he should expect nothing better than opposition, abhorrence and even mortal persecution.
Why may not society regard as retrogression what the reformer holds dear as life itself? Nevertheless, the result of this agitation was that the Indian community learnt to recognize more or less the necessity for keeping their houses and environments clean.
I gained the esteem of the authorities. They saw that, though I had made it my business to ventilate grievances and press for rights, I was no less keen and insistent upon self-purification. There was one thing, however, which had to be done, namely, the awakening in the Indian settler of a sense of duty to the motherland.
India was poor, the Indian settler went to South Africa in search of wealth, and he was bound to contribute part of his earnings for the benefit of his countrymen in the hour of their adversity. This the settler did during the terrible famines of 1897 and 1899.
They contributed handsomely for famine relief, and more so in 1899 than in 1897. We had appealed to Englishmen also for funds, and they had responded well.
Even the indentured Indians gave their share to the contribution, and the system inaugurated at the time of these famines has been continued ever since, and we know that Indians in South Africa never fail to send handsome contributions to India in times of national calamity.
Thus service of the Indians in South Africa ever revealed to me new implications of truth at every stage.
Truth is like a vast tree, which yields more and more fruit, the more you nurture it. The deeper the search in the mine of truth the richer the discovery of the gems buried there, in the shape of openings for an ever greater variety of service. ~ SANITARY REFORM