What country has over 1 million people whose job it is to carry other peoples shit on their heads? Arundhati Roy
The quote reads a little like it is a quiz question. This is Jeopardy of a different kind.
I imagine a father asking his son to sit down one day.
A Son,old enough to dream,old enough to want to take advantage of all that life has to offer.
In India, as a Dalit, carrying other people’s shit is what is expected of you.
Sorry Son, your dreams of a good life are over, now put this on your head.
A whole caste of people,as Arundhati Roy said,destined to carry excrement on their heads.
Deprived of opportunity as a result of their birth.
At the same time, it’s a job that needs to be done.
One time,back in England in the time of Queen Victoria, it was big business.
Only it wasn’t human, it belonged to dogs. They called it ‘pure’.
It was used in the curing process for leather. So the pure-finders would race around London picking up all the excrement they could find.
Ten pence a bucket.
They would sell it to a tannery, the more limey the better.
If it was chalky white,meaning it contained more lime, you got more per bucket.
You may think it is why British people were called ‘limeys’
That was more to do with the habit of adding lime or lemon juice to a sailors daily grog to avoid scurvy.
I’m also sure it made the sailors more tasty, as in the case of Captain Cook, who was eaten in Hawaii.
My entry for one liner Wednesday, a quote from a booker prize winner.