Institutional murder of Rohith Vemula in India

He committed suicide at the age of 26, distressed due to the ostracization inflicted up on him by the university authorities at the instigation of the right wing Hindu outfits in and outside the campus.

January 17, 2020 by Peoples Dispatch
Institutional murder of Rohit Vemula India

On January 17, 2016, Rohith Vemula, Indian PhD student at the University of Hyderabad committed suicide at the age of 26, distressed due to the ostracization inflicted up on him by the university authorities at the instigation of the right wing Hindu outfits in and outside the campus. His death sparked protests and outrage across India and gained widespread media attention as a case of discrimination against Dalits. Elite educational institutions have been often found as hotbeds of caste-based discrimination against students belonging to lower castes [Dalit] in India.

Excerpt from Rohith’s suicide letter:

[…] I always wanted to be a writer. A writer of science, like Carl Sagan. At last, this is the only letter I am getting to write. 

I loved Science, Stars, Nature, but then I loved people without knowing that people have long since divorced from nature. Our feelings are second handed. Our love is constructed. Our beliefs colored. Our originality valid through artificial art. It has become truly difficult to love without getting hurt. 

The value of a man was reduced to his immediate identity and nearest possibility. To a vote. To a number. To a thing. Never was a man treated as a mind. As a glorious thing made up of star dust. In very field, in studies, in streets, in politics, and in dying and living. 
I am writing this kind of letter for the first time. My first time of a final letter. Forgive me if I fail to make sense. 

May be I was wrong, all the while, in understanding world. In understanding love, pain, life, death. There was no urgency. But I always was rushing. Desperate to start a life. All the while, some people, for them, life itself is curse. My birth is my fatal accident. I can never recover from my childhood loneliness. The unappreciated child from my past. 

I am not hurt at this moment. I am not sad. I am just empty. Unconcerned about myself. That’s pathetic. And that’s why I am doing this. 

People may dub me as a coward. And selfish, or stupid once I am gone. I am not bothered about what I am called. I don’t believe in after-death stories, ghosts, or spirits. If there is anything at all I believe, I believe that I can travel to the stars. And know about the other worlds. 

If you, who is reading this letter can do anything for me, I have to get 7 months of my fellowship, one lakh and seventy five thousand rupees. Please see to it that my family is paid that. I have to give some 40 thousand to Ramji. He never asked them back. But please pay that to him from that. 
Let my funeral be silent and smooth. Behave like I just appeared and gone. Do not shed tears for me. Know that I am happy dead than being alive. 

“From shadows to the stars.” 

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