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The Evils of Untouchability Start From Home 

I've always loved kids and believed that children are the manifestation of God and innocence. But a few weeks ago, an interaction I had a with a four year-old child and her mothereally angered and disturbed me. I was talking to this little angel of a child and we were at a wedding and you're bound to find at least 4-5 children hopping around on the dance floor at a typical Indian wedding. I thought it was really cute and watching them have so much fun delighted me.
A little while later, I saw this other little girl standing all by herself in the corner. She was really shy and timid and I tried to take her to the place where the other kids were so she could enjoy herself too. As soon as I reached there with her, the cute angel looking 4 year old hit her and said "Nahi, koi isse baat mat karo. Yeh Laxmi ki beti hai, aur yeh kaali aur stinky hai." (Laxmi being her care taker/ domestic help). When I told her mother about this incident (politely), she said "I don't want my daughter to be associated with uncouth and poverty."
The evils of untouchability start from home.
If the educated class doesn't preach equality and does not advocate against discrimination, how are we ever going to develop as a nation, intellectually or economically?


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