This book was eye opening, brutal, demoralizing, hopeful, humorous, and a bit of a tear jerker. Ah, history.
The story of Partition is one I've always wanted to understand properly, and I requested a relatively unbiased source when I was looking for books on the subject. This one delivered. I truly felt like I went on a journey—through all these regions of the old Punjab, seeing all that happened during those tumultuous years. People of all backgrounds who actively went against the teachings of their faiths somehow in the name of their faiths is of course, another tale as old as time. All you can do is read in horror at what group hatred can do and the ills of creating these religious ethnostates which we apparently still have yet to learn from. (I truly can't believe people in India are still advocating for the creation of MORE ethnostates when this shit happened so recently like...???) It reminds you of the ugliest parts of humanity, and reminds very strongly that these same conflicts are happening now, happening then, happening forever. Raising of course the ultimate question of, Are we doomed to always try to oppress each other out of fear that we would otherwise be oppressed? Is this an evolutionary drive we can never erase?
Or perhaps more broadly, "Are we [humanity] the baddies?" I still struggle with the answer to that question. The sentiments expressed in this book are frequently that on a large scale we are horrible. Cold blooded murder, looting, raping, honour killing, all kind of horrors are explicitly described in this book, as something people of all backgrounds took part in as a mob mentality brought on by fear and religious differences accentuated by the British rule and the power vacuum that appeared as those dickheads were leaving. Some of the first hand accounts were from people who literally took part in the murders of the other side, for god's sake, and people on the record saying they hate the other group for all they did to their family, people who wouldn't allow certain groups to eat at their tables or off their plates because they were too different etc. It's enough to make one question all your optimism.
But there are also ground-level stories that deeply moved me by the gentleness and kindness and affection we can treat each other with. Sometimes at great risk to ourselves, sometimes against social norms, against all odds. Sometimes we were wonderful, truly. We welcomed each other into our homes, at our dining tables, we played together and learned together as children and as adults we raised other's children as our own. We missed each other when we were separated. We cried when we were united. We defended each other against angry mobs, we angrily declared that this wasn't what our faiths fought for. We hid each other, helped each other get to the border to a safe place. We welcomed each other back to our ancestral homes decades later to heal some of the heartbreak. And, we still watch the border that divides us and reminisce about the time we were united.
Of course, we are all capable of being the baddies. Just as we are capable of the opposite. We focus on the horrors a lot because it's important to learn from them, but I do believe it is equally important to learn from the good we have done for each other. Case in point: Frequently in this book, it was the good deeds between people that saved them, that allowed humanity to peek through when all seemed lost. That was the only effective thing that in the throes of bloodthirst had the power to give mobs momentary pause, to make people think twice, to remember, they are human, and to remember, so am I.
Some parts of the book were unintentionally funny. Like the part where someone said that when he saw the horrors going on, he thought God must have died or taken a sedative to avoid what his children were doing. Or when the author said the Muslims and Sikhs were both operating under the "delusion" that they'd get Amritsar and Lahore, respectively, and were left shocked when that didn't happen. or the part where someone was recounting the wild massacres he'd seen and the guy he was talking to was like "Kill them all" and he was like "?? what kind of advice is this??" and concluded the dude must be in the throes of delirium.
Anyway. This was a deeply insightful book, and I'm glad I read it.