Mon Dieu ! Quel est ce peuple ? Quel est ce peuple qui brûle ses morts, quel est ce peuple qui parfois vit dans des châteaux opulents et qui parfois dort dans la rue? Quel est ce peuple qui a peur de tout et qui, pourtant, traverse les mers pour aller travailler dans une île battue par des cyclones et infestée de rats ? (Appanah)
This work is soul destroying. Appanah takes us on a voyage from India to Maurititius at the end of the 19th century, with hundreds of Indians, who lured by the lies of 'worker' recruiters, fall into the trap of signing what is in fact a slavery contract that deprives them of all their basic freedoms. The book is divided into two parts, the voyage on the Atlas ship, across the sea, and the arrival. To me the first part was by far the better one. We see through the eyes of a white medical officer on board the terrible conditions these people are subjected to, the horrors of the illnesses, the lack of food and the dire conditions on board. And yet, even the racist doctor has some piety for these people, despite being a despicable example of the white race himself. The second part is somewhat less developed but shows the unsavoury conditions that the men and women in the sugar cane fields are subjected to. It's a novel that will interest anyone who wants to know more about engagism in India, which is slave trade, dressed up as legally paid work.