April 2014
I was the dorm parent for the first batch of tenth graders at
Pathashaala (a residential school near Chennai). They were two of them and they
stayed back in school during the summer vacations to write their board exams. We were good friends most of the
time, but it was a daily challenge to meet their youthful storminess, with few
other adults around.
The washrooms in the dormitory were serene spaces during the
day. But since school was on vacation there were barely any people staying on
campus. And these spaces became the playhouses of Bandicoot Rats during the
nights.
When problem turned crisis, we had half a dozen rat traps
bought and set up in strategic places in the dormitory. The rats were lured
like thieves to gold, to the smelly coconut pieces and masala vadas we used as
baits.
This way we quickly managed to do away with most of the rats
partying in the washrooms. In fact, we caught all of them, except one. And this
last one was a mysterious creature. We never managed to see it. But whenever it
was caught in a rat-trap, the wood near the grill on the trap’s roof would be
gnawed away and the rat would be missing inside. Many of our traps were laid to
waste by it this way, and we finally gave up on trying to catch the strange
creature. Now and then the soft screeching of the tiles or a thud on a bucket
would remind us of its presence. But what it was, how it looked like, how only
it managed to free itself time and again, we never got to know.
A few weeks passed by. My two companions had completed their
exams and had gone home. The other teachers too shortly left for their
holidays. Having chosen to remain here during the vacation, I was alone again in the campus in the company of trees, birds, and
the skies. Then during one late-night hour as I stood by the dorm courtyard
listening to the crickets, the enigmatic creature revealed itself. There it
was, creeping down the corridor, sniffing along the floor meticulously as if it
did not want to miss a single molecule of air. The sole survivor of its tribe. I
silently switched on a solar lamp to have a better look at this animal. It
heard me and froze in its tracks. It was an extraordinarily alert creature. Its
ears and whiskers twitched to the softest breeze. Its toes carried it like they
bore no weight at all. I watched it
without breathing. The rat then turned in my direction and began to creep
towards me as it sniffed along the wall. Its eyes were milky white, devoid of
any pupils, filled with cataracts. It was a blind rat. And its blindness had
extraordinarily amplified the rest of its senses. I had to shuffle my feet only
slightly for it to pick up the vibrations on the ground and discern my presence.
Instantly it turned around and bolted away into the darkness.
I set a trap for it again that very night, not so much to
catch it but to observe its methods. Then I lay sleeplessly shifting on my bed.
This was no ordinary rat. It had survived to adulthood despite its great
infirmity, in a land teaming with snakes, raptors, dogs, cats and mongooses.
When I heard the door of the trap snap shut, I leapt and ran
to it. The caught rat was scratching around inside the wooden box. It could not
comprehend what it had run into. It only knew that it felt the cold air from
above through the grills. Catching onto the metal grill with its tiny paws it
gashed its incisors on the grainy wooden edge of the roof with a frenzy to
break free. In no time it chipped away enough of a gap, climbed out and on muffled
feet thrust itself into darkness again.
Why didn’t the other rats do the same? Some of them were much
bigger, brawnier, with front teeth like chisels. They could have cut through
steel if they had wanted to. Why didn’t they attempt to escape, the same way as
their blind comrade?
Research by American psychologist Martin Seligman throws
light on the behavior of these rats. Taking Pavlov’s methods a step forward,
Seligman gave mild shocks to two groups of dogs which were free within a small barricaded
space over which the dogs could jump over and escape from the discomfort. In the
first group were dogs who were subjected to these shocks for several days while
they were tied on a leash. They could not escape their fate. The second group was
not subjected to any shocks previously. When dogs from the second group were
put in the closed space and given a shock, they immediately jumped over the
barricade and ran away from the hostile stimulus. The dogs from the first
group, those who were already conditioned by the shocks, tolerated, and
accepted the maltreatment even though they had an opportunity to escape. They
had “learned to remain helpless” and Seligman called this behavior ‘learned
helplessness’. It is a strange case where getting used to bad treatment curbs
one from liberating oneself even when there are opportunities.
How much of our realities are we merely accepting as given
without attempting to participate in it? Another famous psychologist, Daniel
Kahnemann, says the mind thinks that ‘what it sees is what there is’. But what
we ‘see’ is susceptible to all kinds of conditioning.
So, considering the blind rat who stalked the washrooms at
night, its disability freed it from the conditioning the rest of its troop was
under. It escaped because it could not see the trap. It escaped because it
never knew it was trapped.
October 2020
I have returned to this essay about 6 years after the episodes
described in it took place. I am still a teacher but no longer part of a closed
community. By now I have been part of several campaigns, rallies, social and
environmental movements. The world is in its post-Covid phase. During the
months of lockdown, all of public were occupied with attending to the safety
and health of family and self. Millions of migrant laborers struggled with loss
of income, food shortage, and travelling home. Health workers across the
country strived day and night fighting the disease outbreak, attending to the ever-increasing
number of cases. These were the ground realities. However, the central
government politically capitalized the lockdown period. It took it as an
opportunity to pass several anti-people and anti-environment legislations and
decisions. It began with 40 environmental clearances given to industrial
projects in protected areas, in a single meeting of the National Board for
Wildlife in April 2020. Streets – the main canvas of peoples’ campaigns were
closed, and this was an unmissable advantage to the cabinet in power. The draft
EIA 2020, an overtly corporation-friendly notification at the cost of ecology,
was put out for public review during this time of medical emergency. Mining
reforms followed as another windfall for industries. The anti-farmer amendments
to the Farmer laws were pushed through– which opened the agricultural sector to
private players, brought in free trade policies and washed off government
responsibilities from market and price regulation. This happened
unconstitutionally, without giving the Rajya Sabha opportunity to vote or
discuss it. The FCRA law was amended, cutting off foreign funding to all
Non-governmental organizations. This period of public suffering was made full
use of. But to the right-to-information requests made by people asking for data
on the number of migrant laborers and health workers who died during the
pandemic, the government responded saying it had Nil data – in violation of one
of its most basic responsibilities of accounting for deaths of its citizens.
The philosopher J.Krishnamurti said
that “ it is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick
society”. The capacity and space to dissent is a good societal health indicator
– something the larger political scenario of India is impoverished in right
now. Dissent-space is a two-way political-thermometer. It shows that the
individual in society is active, questioning, sensitive and alive. And it also
indicates whether governance is listening, learning, concerned, and open.
‘Learned Helplessness’, ‘imposed
social incapacitation’ can create cultures bearing centuries of atrocities.
They can establish deadly status quos and spaces of loaded, brutal silence –
which act as its reproduction chambers. The Hindu caste-system prevalent in
India reflects this glaringly. How did such an inhumane, irrational system root
itself so deep in this country? Who gets to classify human beings? What
political soil perpetuates such a practice? Such questions face difficulties in
their collective emergence when their subject has been so thoroughly
mainstreamed, by afflicting people to it for centuries. The abuse and lynching
of Dalits under various pretexts, the culture of rape and patriarchy, the
subjugation and downgrading of women, have been so conspicuously normalized –
their advent tracing back to Hindu texts written over 2000 years ago. These are
social inventions, not natural order. Though all religions have their merits
and demerits, and Hinduism may have other holistic and important theologies
which are even opposed to discrimination of any kind, casteism as we know it
and witness it in India was invented in this religious climate. Its other more
humane teachings have failed to supplant it. Data from the National Crime
Record Bureau reveals that much of the rape in India is caste-based, committed
by so called ‘upper-caste’ men on Dalit, Adivasi and other women labelled as lower
caste. The entitlement men feel towards the bodies of women from these
communities has been socially conventionalized. Opposition to this is met with
autocratic measures and manipulation from the governments and systems which
uphold this casteism. Tragedies, crises, and incidents of atrocity – as is
being seen in Uttar Pradesh right now - catch public attention for a while.
They may even shift status quos. But during the rest of the time, silence is a
temporary convenience privilege gives – to those who have it.
To find all means to inoculate
ourselves against learned helplessness is indispensable for a ground-up climate
of democracy and humane society. It is to be responsible ancestors. To resist
it is to hold hope in the way Rebecca Solnit describes it – “an ongoing series
of acts of defiance”. Against the injustices we see outwardly of course, but
perhaps more importantly defiance towards and within ourselves –to becoming
habituated, to the temptation and facile comfort of indifference, silence.
M.Yuvan, October 2020
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Maier, S. F.,
& Seligman, M. E. (1976). Learned helplessness: Theory and evidence. Journal of Experimental
Psychology: General, 105(1), 3–46.
Nova, E. (2016).
Demand for Populism as a Symptom of Learned
Helplessness, 4Liberty.eu.
Sager, M. (2017). Learned Helplessness and
the Need to promote Hope, mathias-sager.com.
Farhart,
Christina. (2017). Look Who Is Disaffected Now: Political Causes and Consequences of Learned
Helplessness in the U.S.. Retrieved from the University
of Minnesota Digital Conservancy.
Kakati.K, (2018). A review of the text
Manusmriti on the role of women in the home, International Journal of Advanced
Educational research.
Mahey. S, (2003). The status of Dalit women
in India’s caste based system, Culture and the State: Alternative
interventions, critical works from the proceedings of the 2003 conference at
the University of Alberta
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New Indian Express.
Human Rights Watch (1999). ‘Attacks on Dalit Women – A pattern
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Brilliant article :)
ReplyDeleteVery well written
ReplyDeleteEducation starts the process of learning helplessness, and then as "life goes on", it is downhill all the way.
Much to the satisfaction of all the autocrats out there