What was supposed to be India’s proud moment in the international spotlight has quickly turned into the country’s hour of shame. Instead of news concerning the unifying qualities of sport, Rwanda’s induction into the commonwealth, or any beneficial aspects of the games being hosted by India, the press has released headline upon headline regarding the corruption and mismanagement of the Commonwealth Games in Delhi. Those following the news have surely come across photos of the athletes’ village labeled “disgusting” and “filthy” and heard reports of, amongst other things, the collapse of a ceiling and a pedestrian bridge, the shooting of two Taiwanese tourists in a potential terrorist attack, the presence of stray dogs and human excrement in guest rooms, the lack of water in the toilets, two hundred doctors and medical staff not being given proper accreditation to work, the withdrawals of prominent athletes and threats of national teams pulling out, athletes having to wait eight hours to get into their rooms, and, most recently, a snake being found in the residential quarters. That the Chief Vigilance Commission has reported corruption on every level in the organization processes of the games should not really be of any surprise.
As my company and I shake our heads while watching all of this unfold on the television news, there is also an unspoken acknowledgment of the necessity of the shame of the games. And this has been concisely expressed in this Global Post article:
There has been a disquieting whiff of postcolonial satisfaction in the foreign reaction to rising India’s comeuppance. Yet a wholesale cancellation might just be the best thing for a nation that — while it can lay claim to tremendous promise — is still struggling to be great.
Many observers will be tempted to see this failure as a fable of false pride ending in just humiliation. But apathy, not hubris, is India’s fatal flaw, and a bracing dose of shame may be exactly what is needed to shake its incredibly capable, but politically inert, middle class into action.
The risk is that this shame will inject new life into the old argument that India suffers from too much democracy — a favorite hobby horse of this bunch. No, India is not China. But the Games fiasco was not the result of parliamentary gridlock or popular protest. The farce was scripted by cronyism, corruption and a complete lack of accountability — all aided by the Indian politician’s complete disregard for the voter’s disgust. Unfortunately, the most shameful are the most shameless.
Apathy, not hubris. The hope, then, is that Delhi’s, and India’s, incredible failures will jolt the nation out of its apathetic state and into action for some real, progressive change.
The lesson is not that a poor country should spend all its money on welfare programs, or that developing countries should be content to remain as guests, not hosts, at international events, or that dissent must be silenced to protect national pride. Just as India’s costly space satellites have benefited farmers, the Commonwealth Games slush fund, if managed properly, might have created university dormitories, a functioning sewage system or housing for the poor.
The lesson is that it is futile to create islands of cleanliness and modernity for the rich, if they are to be surrounded by a sea of poverty, sickness and filth. Life will only get better for the wealthy when it gets better for the desperate poor. Until then, as long as there is no respect for labor, no one will take pride in his work, and the wage slaves will just be waiting for the chance to sneak in and take a dump on a rich man’s mattress. [It’s true.]
Double points if he’s an elected official.
In the meantime, all of this really is shameful and a real shame precisely because we can see that “tremendous promise” all over the sub-continent. Particularly today, as I see large posters advertising World Tourism Day, there is a sense that even the best of advertising can’t pull the national image out of the pits. Still, for those of us currently living here in the Northeast, there is no denying the deep sources of beauty and greatness amongst the hills and valleys, past the heaps of garbage and waste, to the right of the corrupt minister’s office, beyond the rows of immigrants’ slum housing.
music: the chieftains and diana krall – danny boy
image: nohkalikai falls, cherrapunjee, megahalaya, india