Yamuna Flaherty

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Untouchable Beauty

Featured in ROAM Magazine

An exploration of how marginalization perpetuates the cycle of poverty
and creates limited options for the future of untouchable girls in South India.

I had heard of the Narikuravar and even seen their camps sprawled out across pavements in the city, lending significance to their reputation as Gypsies. I was told their living conditions were appalling and to be aware of begging. As my local friend and I pulled up to one such settlement on the outskirts of Tiruvannamalai at 7am, plumes of smoke were already rising from earthen hearths, and curious children began to appear from all directions. Soon, tiny hands were holding mine and dragging me down the sweltering lanes from one thatched hut to another.

Though I was in the heartland of conservative Tamil Nadu, these pre-pubescent daughters often wore lipstick, eye-shadow, and fake diamonds. The outstanding beauty of Gypsies is indeed jaw-dropping, perhaps, even a touch out of place for the conditions in which they subsist. Girls seem to understand their charm, and probably for a community whose females barely ever make it to middle school, it is not surprising that they flaunt the features which will attract a male suitor. Although it is officially illegal in India, the Narikuravar still practice child marriage. Half of the female population are illiterate and spend their days making beaded ornaments or plastic flowers sold in markets by their husbands. They are incredible dancers. Their gaze can pierce your soul. And by the time a young woman is in her twenties, she has an abundance of little ones to look after.

Sadly, this is the same old story for so many marginalized and stigmatized communities.

The Narikuravar are considered ‘Untouchables,’ India’s lowest caste, and this label has pitted them against a modernizing world in which they can stake no claim.

Education is undoubtedly the means to break the insidious stranglehold of superstition and backward thinking that too soon turns starry-eyed girls into weathered mothers. However, young women of the Narikuravar are equally oppressed by the archaic beliefs of elders, who think that education will corrupt a girl by empowering her to question her circumstances. After all, who will stand in the hot sun each day to fill jugs with water? Written on these young ladies’ faces is a sort of ‘who cares’ expression, but when pressed about going to school, their rebellious attitudes prove to be as flimsy as the thatched huts they live in. It seems that their resistance to development is actually resignation to an unavoidable fate. For an Untouchable girl, the future is a predictable one. By mid-life, the lines etched across a woman’s face tells the story that lips do not have to.


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