1984, Delhi, India
Plate 27, 18x27
Here in this old house in Delhi one may find some of India's secrets, some of the inner workings of this vast society. There is part of India in this building. No effort that I could see was ever made to repair and preserve it, to make the place more pleasant to live in.
The gloom and despair, the hopelessness and surrender were palpable. It seemed to me on my second visit, when the structure was in far worse shape, that the theme was resignation, karma, destiny, "We receive what we deserve." As the building deteriorated, the tenants simply lowered their standards.
There can be no hope, no effort, no determination either to throw out the English or to move life ahead or have a bright place to live unless the efforts are grounded in the roots of justice and fairness and in the feeling that, "It is due us, since we have earned it." Neither of these things was present. I never really understood why the tenants had not demanded what was due them, even if they could not get it.