Small Great Things
“I gave explicit orders that she cannot touch my baby,” he roars.
“Bharadwaj Ji, your baby was cyanotic, he could have died,” I reason. Next to me, Dr. Ajola is silent.
“A better fate than being saved by a Dalit,” he scoffs. I watch the veins on his neck bulge, rage evident on his face. A second later, he clutches his heart as he falls. Dr. Ajola rushes to his aid. I don’t.
“I need help, or he will die,” she says.
“A better fate than being saved by a Dalit,” I shrug. She took the Hippocratic Oath. I didn’t.
It is no secret that race has always been a topic of debate, moral dilemma, and a powerful political tool of control. It spares no country. In Small Great Things, Jodi Picoult, one of my favourite authors, brings to the forefront the stark racism rampant in the country. While the discrimination is at times in-your-face obvious, at times it is also stunning in its subtlety. This thought-provoking book leaves you with a lot to discuss and ruminate over. Racism in any form is that white elephant in the room which needs to be addressed, however there are no easy solutions.