I am not even entirely sure "Casteism" is a really world. I am sure that I wish I had the presence of mind and courage of my friend Jane, who has written on her blog about all of her incredible experiences travelling in India. This woman just spent a whole 9 days with the Dalai Lama in spiritual teachings.
And a snippet:
Last night we meet at 1912, have a coffee, plan our strategy, and head into the club. It takes a long time, and runs the gamut from the racism the club manager experienced traveling in the UK to whether or not Govindama’s sari was suitable for the dress code. The security guard is called in, and obediently lies. Eventually education enters the fray. I’ve been quiet so far, but now it’s time to make my pitch. I talk about human rights education in Canada, the racism that Indian people experience in my country, and the response of human rights advocates. I put out a suggestion of human rights education for 1912 staff. The manager may be in agreement; at least he nods. I note that as the manager, he is likely in a position to influence policy at the club. He looks vaguely interested, and nods again. We leave it at that; it’s been a long, tense hour. I walk out of the club, wondering, what was the point? And then one of three young valets runs after us, to say they are all sorry. The security guard is also sorry. One small step.