The
Whistle Blower of Thanci
Terence
Penheiro
Midnight,
December 15, 2003. Mei Ching blows her whistle. It is biting cold
outside her hut in a clustered Marma village, three hours drive from
Bandarban, surrounded by very high hills. But defying the inclement
weather, forty of Mei Ching's students aged between four and ten leave
the warmth of their mothers’ worn out kanthas and gather
around their teacher. Mothers hurriedly cook some jhum rice
and boil some vegetables and feed themselves and their children. There's
no time to waste! They, children, fathers and mothers and Mei Ching
start walking through the pitch dark, treacherous mountainous road,
heading towards Thanci, an upazilla of Bandarban, notorious for cerebral
malaria. They walk for almost three hours and finally wade through
the Shanka river and reach Thanci Bazar at around four thirty in the
morning. The shopkeepers are forced to leave their cozy beds as a
result of the chanting of slogans: Bangladesh Zindabad! Shadhinota
Dibosh, Zindabd. The procession stops in the Thanci Pilot School field.
The teacher realises they are too early for the Independence Day Parade.
Mei
Ching is one of the fifty young tribal teachers recruited by Gono
Shastya Kendra's project, Gono Pathshala (GP) at Thanci under the
hill district of Bandarban. Teachers are almost all under the age
of twenty. Many of them were not able to pass SSC for failing in one
subject, usually, English. But amazingly, these young, inexperienced
teachers possess the courage and enthusiasm to bring about a radical
change in their society in the field of primary education and health,
which, for reasons of greed, selfishness, and insincerity, our government
employees (all graduates with degrees in education and many other
credentials), have completely failed to even arouse the slightest
interest in education in the area. Rather they have succeeded in arousing
antagonism towards Bangalees. But Mei Ching, Mei Mei Ho, and their
colleagues have performed miracles within a very short span of time,
barely two years.
GP
teachers, with their beautiful smiles, sincerity, and commitment have
already won the hearts of the villagers whose children they love to
teach. Many of them, with very little training from GK (Gono Shastya
Kendra), started their school in abandoned school structures built
many years ago by the government. Some are still using those structures
where no one has ever seen or heard of the government teachers, though
we were told by a government officer they come to the headquarters
at the end of every month to collect their salary. Village men and
women help in the construction of GP in the operational villages.
The school structure and the hut for the teacher(s) are akin to the
structures in which the villagers live. Houses are built of wood and
bamboos with thatched roof suspended on huge logs six to seven feet
above the ground, probably to be safe from the attack of wild animals.
Villagers contribute rice to the teachers during jhum harvest
and supply them with vegetables, dry fish on a regular basis, and
occasionally meat for their consumption. The director of the programme
asked two teachers, at two different locations, in front of us, how
much stock of rice they had in their gola. One answered that
if she ate alone, it would last her five years, and the other replied
that her stock would last her six years. We could not help, but see
for ourselves to verify what we had heard. We could not believe our
eyes! The teachers spoke the truth. Ordinary tribal people are always
very honest.
We
met, at each village we visited, as far as nine hours boat ride from
Thanci, the village elders and saw for ourselves the interest that
the teachers there were able to create
among parents to send their children to school. A fifteen-year old
girl, who helps her parents run a tea stall at Renakree, seven hours
boat ride from Thanci, lamented that she could never go to school
due to the absence of any one to teach her. She thought she was too
old now to attend school with pupils ten years her junior. Parents
from nearby villages are also sending their toddlers to the GP. They
have also expressed their desire to pay for the toddlers' keep. And
the authorities of GK have started to build, with the help of the
villagers, hostels in those villages too. Government employees do
not have children to attend classes. But they go to their headquarters
once a month to draw their salary so that they can feed their wives
and children with the money they earn every month.
A
few minutes later, the same day, we entered the Thanci Health Complex.
Many huge buildings were found standing in the vicinity, including
the hospital and six to eight two storied buildings for third and
fourth- class employees. All the rooms but one were under lock and
key. A room at the corner of the ground floor that was opened is used
by a clerk or a paramedic. When we entered the hospital, a young tribal
man was carrying a flask, may be tea for breakfast for himself, for
no one else was seen there. No patients, no doctor, no nurse, except
the young man with a flask. On our way out of the huge government
built hospital, we met another tribal gentleman, who claimed himself
to be the caretaker of the hospital. He defended his doctor(s) absence
on duty saying that, “a person was murdered in front of the hospital
sometime back.” But an influential tribal leader, a University graduate
whom we asked to verify the tale, said that he had never heard about
such a thing. Later, the same evening I was told by another worker
of the hospital that that "caretaker" was the head assistant/clerk
of the hospital and that he also comes once a month only to draw his
salary.
A
little further, up and down the hills, we confronted the huge Zamindari
complex of the Catholic Church. The priest was out on his usual visit
to the paras caring for his sheep. Two very hospitable nuns
entertained us with Christmas cakes sent from Dhaka. They described
to us how, under very inhospitable circumstances, especially during
the time between April to October, they tend to their patients who
come from far away places for treatment. They accommodate them in
a sick house down from where they live. The compassion of the nuns
have made it possible for the Catholic priests to win the hearts of
the indigenous people.
The
"caretaker" of Thanci hospital said, “patients do not come
to the hospital; therefore, no doctor (s) stay in the vicinity.” But
the simple, loving nuns of the Catholic Church do get patients to
treat in their estate, bought by the Catholic Church, not the government.
These nuns also suffer from cerebral malaria every year. Braving the
heat in summer is another aspect of their dedication towards their
job.
Only
if the children of the soil were given proper education and facilities,
could the scenario change, and it will change rapidly, and they will
follow the footsteps of Mei Ching and other GP teachers and blow the
whistle of development -- human development in their beloved land,
Bandarban in Bangladesh.
The
writer is Associate Professor, Gono Bishwabidyalay, Mirza Nagar, Savar.