The village - 13

...And wearing sleepers is also a great offence. It is out of touch with their social status. This simple act is also an absoloute act of insubordination. Thus it is punishable by the dharmic high caste people. Anybody can take law into his hands to save the dharma which amounts to saving Varna dharma. All the untouchables have to take off the sleepers when passing by upper castes or their houses. They cannot wear them in their presence. There should be no quarrel with that. They have to appear totally helpless with a bare minimum covering on their bodies. Any untouchable assertion is dharmically prohibited.

And taking an untouchable groom on a mare during a marriage procession can play havoc with the mental peace of upper castes. The man who is supposed to go barefoot and wear unclean, old and torn clothes dares to ride a mare, which is the sign of a ruler, in their presence and bring so many people to show off. From such a height he dares to look down upon the upper castes. He can never raise himself to their heights. And going through the cluster of houses of upper caste! It is pure sacrilege. It may cause serious law and order problem. It seems that the heathen people have slapped the upper caste people right in the face; anybody superior to them doing it would have been all right; but the untouchables? They are not allowed to do that. Their status and dharma is in danger. So the mentally tortured upper castes decide to save dharma by taking recourse to arms. A brave display of bravery takes place. The violence erupts. The troubled conscious of upper caste people does not take rest until the blood of unarmed untouchables flows on the earth like polluted red water. Few untouchable dead bodies are sufficient to give the feelings of serenity to their agitated conscious. So some of heathens are killed and this continues until the untouchables have given up. After killing they safely go to their large houses while the cries of bereaved people can be clearly heard from small untouchable huts. The honor of upper castes has been saved and they are satisfied; a sense of eternal bliss prevails. These heathen people cannot play with their honor. The gaping whole that was about to appear in the delicately woven fabric of dharma has been embroidered with a few corpses. They cannot be accused of not being aesthetic. Everybody on the side of dharma heaves a sigh of relief. The twang of pain on the faces of untouchables is equally matched by the radiant smiles on the faces of tormentors; the protectors of divine Varna dharma; the Brahman lawmakers appreciate themselves in an appreciating way; the self satisfied grins spread on their faces and silent appreciating glances are exchanged...