Indira nodded. "How else will the tragedy ever end, otherwise?" she sighed.

      "It will end when the truth becomes known. It could end without any great effort," I assured her. "Indeed it might end that way. The whole world hangs in the balance until then, and not just because of nuclear weapons. The entire world-financial system operates on a platform that is mired in mud," I assured her. "It's the old story of "Might Equals Right." In the financial world, everybody steals from everybody else. They say that the stronger player has every right to be successful by using whatever power he may have, even if this means applying a crowbar and a sledgehammer to pry profit out of the market in which nothing is being produced while a lot of people do get rich. So, it's the same old story. Why should a person labor to produce things when it is so easy to steal another's living by shuffling paper back and forth? Stealing is glorious, right? Getting rich is glorious! So, why would one gives a dam that society looses big time in the process of stealing from one-another? That process ends when the reality dawns that the process of stealing is destroying everybody's world. It's the same with the Dalits. The Dalits are merely a different kind of victim. The Dalits' victimization is built on the same denial of universal truth, as is every form of victimization. And the outcome is the same. The process destroys everybody's civilization. It makes the world less livable, and soon unlivable altogether. The lines of demarcation may shift into different directions, but the end result is always the same. It is poverty, impotence, fascism, and a sad waste of the human potential. The solution should be obvious. Universal indifference or even hate needs to be overturned with the Principle of Universal Love. Once this is understood the turnaround is but a step away."

      "The poverty of the two-hundred million Dalit people represents the biggest waste of a valuable resource that India has ever inflicted on itself," said Indira.

      "Wow!" I said. "What a profound recognition of human worth that is! Here, I came to teach her about the universal marriage of mankind. No teaching is needed. What more could I add?"

      "This problem isn't easily solved," she added.

      "But it can be solved," I interjected. "You, yourself, are proof of that. Still, in order to solve the problem, the universal marriage of humanity needs to be acknowledged openly as a fundamental principle. Without the full scientific acknowledgment of this universal truth, people will go on tying their thinking into knots and get nowhere. This means that we need to be pioneers for something great and step into new territory 'to go where no one has gone before."

      Indira laughed and said nothing more, but answered with a kiss.

      "I am sure you can find a bit of the truth of what I just said, in your own experience," she broke the silence.

      I nodded.

      She told me about her older brother who had been a Dalit farm worker like she herself had been in the early day. Then, one day, as soon as he was able to travel, her brother took off and went to work in Saudi Arabia. When he returned several years later, he became a landowner himself. He became one of the Thevars. "He even acted like one of them," said Indira sadly. She told me that when he became rich, he didn't want to have anything to do with "his poor sister" anymore. He didn't even want her to work on his farm.

      "That's what I mean. That sort of thing shouldn't happen," I said. "It is happening in your immediate family, just as it is happening in the universal family of our humanity. It shouldn't happen, but it happens. It happens, because people don't regard each other as human beings. That's where the turnaround must begin.

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Stories about War from novels by Rolf A. F. Witzsche