[artinfo] "Slumdog Millionaire": A Hollow Message of Social Justice (Mitu Sengupta, AlterNet)

Frederick Frederick
Mon Feb 23 22:35:56 CET 2009


"Slumdog Millionaire": A Hollow Message of Social Justice

By Mitu Sengupta, AlterNet. Posted February 23, 2009.

Despite all the hype, "Slumdog" delivers a patronizing and ultimately
sham statement on social justice.

Danny Boyle's "Slumdog Millionaire", perhaps one of the most
celebrated films in recent times, tells the rags-to-rajah story of a
love-struck Indian boy, Jamal, who, with a little help from "destiny,"
triumphs over his wretched beginnings in Mumbai's squalid slums.
Riding on a wave of rave reviews, "Slumdog" has now won Hollywood's
highest tribute, the Academy Award for Best Picture, along with seven
more Oscars, including one for Best Director.

These honors will probably add some $100 million to "Slumdog's"
box-office takings, as Oscar wins usually do. They will also further
enhance the film's fast-growing reputation as an authentic
representation of the lives of India's urban poor. So far, most of the
awards collected by the film have been accepted in the name of "the
children," suggesting that its own cast and crew regard it (and have
relentlessly promoted it) not as a cinematically spectacular,
musically rich and entertaining work of fiction, which it is, but as a
powerful tool of advocacy. Nothing could be more worrying, as
"Slumdog", despite all the hype to the contrary, delivers a deeply
disempowering narrative about the poor that thoroughly undermines, if
not totally negates, its seeming message of social justice.

"Slumdog" has angered many Indians because it tarnishes their
perception of their country as a rising economic power and a beacon of
democracy. India's English-language papers, read mainly by its middle
classes, have carried many bristling reviews of the film that convey
an acute sense of wounded national pride. While understandable, the
sentiment is not defensible. Though at times embarrassingly contrived,
most of the film's heartrending scenarios are inspired by a sad, but
well-documented reality.

Corruption is certainly rampant among the police, and many will gladly
use torture, though none is probably dim enough to target an
articulate, English-speaking man who is already a rising media
phenomenon. Beggar-makers do round-up abandoned children and mutilate
them in order to make them more sympathetic, though it is highly
improbable that any such child will ever chance upon a $100 bill, much
less be capable of identifying it by touch and scent alone.

Indeed, if anything, Boyle's magical tale, with its unconvincing
one-dimensional characters and absurd plot devices, greatly
understates the depth of suffering among India's poor. It is
near-impossible, for example, that Jamal would emerge from his ravaged
life with a dewy complexion and an upper-class accent. But the real
problem with "Slumdog" is neither its characterization of India as
just another Third World country, nor, within this, its shallow and
largely impressionistic portrayal of poverty.

The film's real problem is that it grossly minimizes the capabilities
and even the basic humanity of those it so piously claims to speak
for. It is no secret that much of "Slumdog" is meant to reflect life
in Dharavi, the 213-hectare spread of slums at the heart of Mumbai.
The film's depiction of the legendary Dharavi, which is home to some
one million people, is that of a feral wasteland, with little evidence
of order, community or compassion. Other than the children, the
"slumdogs," no-one is even remotely well-intentioned. Hustlers,
thieves, and petty warlords run amok, and even Jamal's schoolteacher,
a thin, bespectacled man who introduces him to the Three Musketeers,
is inexplicably callous. This is a place of evil 
and decay; of a raw, chaotic tribalism.

Yet nothing could be further from the truth. Dharavi teems with
dynamism and creativity, and is a hub of entrepreneurial activity, in
industries such as garment manufacturing, embroidery, pottery, and
leather, plastics and food processing. It is estimated that the annual
turnover from Dharavi's small businesses is between US$50 to $100
million. Dharavi's lanes are lined with cell-phone retailers and
cybercafés, and according to surveys by Microsoft Research India, the
slum's residents exhibit a remarkably high absorption of new technologies.

Governing structures and productive social relations also flourish.
The slum's residents have nurtured strong collaborative networks,
often across potentially volatile lines of caste and religion. Many
cooperative societies work together with grassroots associations to
provide residents with essential services such as basic healthcare,
schooling and waste disposal, and tackle difficult issues such as
child abuse and violence against women. In fact, they often compensate
for the formal government's woeful inadequacy in meeting the needs of the poor.

Although it is true that these severely under-resourced self-help
organizations have touched only the tip of the proverbial iceberg, it
is important to acknowledge their efforts and agency, along with the
simple fact that these communities, despite their grinding poverty,
have valuable lives, warmth, generosity, and a resourcefulness that
stretches far beyond the haphazard and purely individualistic,
Darwinian sort portrayed in the film.

Indeed, the failure to recognize this fact has already led to a great
deal of damage. Government bureaucrats have concocted many ham-handed,
top-down plans for "developing" the slums based on the dangerous
assumption that these are worthless spaces. The most recent is the
"Dharavi Redevelopment Project" (DRP), which proposes to convert the
slums into blocks of residential and commercial high rises. The DRP
requires private developers to provide small flats (of about 250 sq.
ft. each) to families that can prove they settled in Dharavi before
the year 2000. In return for re-housing residents, the developers
obtain construction rights in Dharavi.

The DRP is being fiercely resisted by slum residents' organizations
and human rights activists, who see it an undemocratically conceived
and environmentally harmful land-grab scheme (real-estate prices in
Mumbai are comparable to Manhattan's).

Though perhaps better than razing the slums with bulldozers -- which
is not, incidentally, an unpopular option among the city's rich - the
DRP is far from a people-friendly plan. It will potentially evict some
500,000 residents who cannot legally prove that they settled in
Dharavi prior to 2000, and may destroy thousands of livelihoods by
rendering unviable countless household-centered businesses. If forced
to move into congested high-rises, for example, the slum's potters and
papad-makers, large numbers of who are women, will lose the space they
need to dry their wares. For the government, however, that the DRP
will "rehabilitate" Dharavi by erasing the eyesore and integrating its
"problem-population" into modern, middle-class Mumbai.

It is ironic that "Slumdog", for all its righteousness of tone, shares
with many Indian political and social elites a profoundly dehumanizing
view of those who live and work within the country's slums. The
troubling policy implications of this perspective are unmistakeably
mirrored by the film. Since there are no internal resources, and none
capable of constructive voice or action, all 
"solutions" must arrive externally.

After a harrowing life in an anarchic wilderness, salvation finally
comes to Jamal, a Christ-like figure, in the form of an imported
quiz-show, which he succeeds in thanks to sheer, dumb luck, or rather,
because "it is written." Is it also "written," then, that the other
children depicted in the film must continue to suffer? Or must they,
like the stone-faced Jamal, stoically await their own "destiny" of
rescue by a foreign hand?

Indeed, while this self-billed "feel good movie of the year" may help
us "feel good" that we are among the lucky ones on earth, it delivers
a patronizing, colonial and ultimately sham statement on social
justice for those who are not.

A version of this article appeared in the Toronto Star.

http://www.alternet.org/movies/127845/"slumdog_millionaire":_a_hollow_message_of_social_justice/?page=entire

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