In 1893, on a train in South Africa, a young man in a suit sat in the first-class cabin and read a book with clear eyes. He was licensed to practice law from London, and he was a typical gentleman of the era.
But the gentleman was rudely thrown out of the carriage. Not because he can't afford a first class ticket like the little plum on the titanic, but because he's an Indian, a man of color, and his skin makes him unworthy, unworthy in strictly apartheid South Africa He enjoys the same treatment as those who are not as good as him in terms of education, knowledge, and ability, but have a pair of white skin.
He was indignant: "I have a ticket, why can't I sit in first class? I always fly in first class." He is far closer to Western civilization than most British people, and more gentleman than most British gentlemen. As a citizen of the British Empire, why can't he be treated equally?
At this time, Gandhi was still a young and vigorous child, and he was still concerned about why he could not take the first-class cabin, and was angry because he was offended. At this time, he worshipped Western civilization and obeyed the British Empire, and his complaints came from "Why can't I live as well as others".
But Gandhi would not have become a Mahatma if he remained in a state of mind stirred by ego emotions forever. Mahatma Gandhi is no longer concerned with "Why can't I live as well as others (British)", but the other way around: "Why do I live better than others", and even worried: "Why do others Can't be better than me."
The wife was shocked to refuse when she learned that she was willing to do the rough work that only pariahs would do. Gandhi was very angry, and even drove her away: "No one is nobler than anyone." But what right does he have to force others to obey his own will? He couldn't bear it any longer and repented. The wife finally compromised and sighed bitterly: "You are just a person, but you have to do what God does."
When inciting his fellow Indians to burn down the passports with serious racial discrimination, he was well-dressed and in high spirits, but he was commented by the Indian businessman Mr. Kang: "Your eloquence is good, but you are obviously not mature enough to win over the people. But before long, Mr. Kang silently exclaimed: "He's already quite handy in this regard."
When the compatriots were extremely resentful of General Smoots' correspondence method, the self-esteem of Muslims and Hindus, and even the rights of wives and house property were trampled under the feet of those British Christians, this group of Indians in South Africa vowed to die in solidarity resistance. The fire of anger that was about to turn violent was burning, and Gandhi firmly explained to everyone his non-violent strategy of struggle: "Even if they kill me, they will only reap a corpse. Self-esteem will never be handed over. , unless you voluntarily surrender."
The hall that was still angry just now became silent. One by one believers stood up resolutely to echo his call, like sprout bamboo shoots after the rain.
Angered by the British authorities in South Africa, Gandhi was arrested and imprisoned, but the authorities released him under pressure from public opinion. After regaining his freedom, he was reluctant to take off his jailer's clothes because there were still brothers like him in the cell.
After returning to India, he stopped wearing suits, but put on austere national costumes. Sitting in the car that greeted him, his eyes were always centered on the ragged rural women and naked poor babies on both sides of the road. While looking for a trip to India, he sat on a train. Different from the young age when he read books quietly on the train in South Africa and didn't listen to things outside the window, he read the wordless book outside the window with a complicated mood, looking for India in the farmers who were squatting and plowing.
When he saw the scrawny old man exploited by the landlord, he finally completely abandoned all the hypocrisy of the Western civilization and re-acquainted himself with his native country, India. He put on a pair of hand-woven trousers, reeled silk, made salt, tasted the suffering of the people, and integrated into the suffering people.
Gandhi was not a Mahatma from the beginning, he just took it step by step and came a long way.
When I despair, I will remember: in history, only truth and love can prevail, and there are many tyrants and murderers in history, who are invincible in the short term, but always fail in the end. Think about it, it will always be like this.
Chinese Confucianism says: Gou daily new, daily new, daily new.
In the past, there was a Buddha who saw birth, old age, sickness and death in four gates, east, west, north, south, and four gates. Later, Gandhi broke free from the Vaishya caste, used Western civilization to eradicate the evils of caste discrimination and feminism, and used the enthusiasm of India's native religion to get rid of the shadow of the Western Law of the Jungle.
The spiritual giants of the nation may have different starting points, but only by self-examination with each passing day can they gain the Tao. Only those who can renew themselves and achieve the leap from a small self to a big self can be called saints.
Mahatma Gandhi really had an amazing soul. I have often wondered what he would have thought in his mind when he was on the train looking for India, no longer reading a book like he did when he was young, from the peasants who squatted on the fields, from the clothes on both sides of the road. On the ragged Indian women and babies, what kind of torn is there between the so-called self-consciousness of Western civilization that he built in London, the pride of being a citizen of the British Empire, and the shattering national self-esteem that we can see now? How did the foreign country in his mouth become his hometown for his life and death? When the movement of non-violence and non-cooperation went against his original intention, he decided to go on a hunger strike to arouse the sobriety and rationality of all the masses who had fallen into madness. How is his body competing with his soul, and what will he think? What can you think about? Today, it is so difficult for us to leave social media and put down our mobile phones. What a vast spiritual world Gandhi faced with those lonely, silent and fragile moments. Einstein's words are unfortunate. It is indeed difficult for us today to imagine that such a voice and such a life ever existed on this earth. Gandhi's extraordinaryness makes it difficult for ordinary secular people to understand him. India's religion and special national conditions have given such a great and advanced thought the power to take root and reverberate in real life. There is a scene in the movie that is really shocking. Rows of believers face the wooden sticks of British soldiers, overcoming the innate instinct of human beings to avoid pain, and bravely use their bodies and silent flesh to go to the wooden sticks of the soldiers. Express your insubordination. One row fell down and was soaked in blood. Their families cried and helped those who could not resist. The next row of believers, old or young, continued to move forward. Although they were afraid, they were unyielding. The fate of the fallen man falls. What makes these people who are not as knowledgeable as people, or even those who have been deceived by life, still willing to follow the teachings of their spiritual leaders, desperately sacrificing their mediocre but at least safe and secure life as an ordinary person? Although I have no religious belief, the great sadness of ordinary people inspired by belief really shines brightly. Today, I also learned about the death curse of the Nehru family. The real Nehru died sadly one year after the campaign was implemented after India was defeated in the Sino-Indian war. The Nehru portrayed in the film is clearly a positive figure. However, after referring to some articles on the observation network, I feel that although Nehru inherited the romantic spirit of Gandhi's non-violence and non-cooperation, in the handling of specific incidents, he may really push for the partition of India and Pakistan. Helped. When the Islamic League talks about independence, they think of the Confederacy; but when the Congress talks about unity, they think of separation. Indian independence was obtained at the cost of partition of India and Pakistan. If Mahatma Quan knew about the independence of Bangladesh after seeing the India-Pakistan war, I am afraid that he would have a new understanding of the national independence movement from the British Empire. Suddenly I feel that politics is not so boring. It is also a very interesting thing to go back with problems in the real world and use politics as an entry point to observe and understand the whole world. My own discipline may usually be limited to going back to ancient times, or to understand the world from literature, art, and philosophy. These human spiritual and cultural, less utilitarian, and metaphysical aspects often have a sense of emptiness. But taking politics as the grip is different. No matter what, human beings are political animals. Even if you want 10 million ways to avoid politics, you will have 10.01 million ways to fall into the cage of politics. Where there are people, there is politics. Gandhi himself weaved cloth, did farm work, and used his own hands to support himself. This also formed two very good points of opposition and unity with his metaphysical, highly speculative spiritual life and ideal pursuit. I agree with what Teacher Zhang advocated. , Those who study literature, history and philosophy must also have a certain amount of dabbling in gardening, flower beds, and these grounded things, otherwise they will be suspended, and they will become water without a source and a tree without roots. Not every nation will produce Gandhi, and Gandhi's value will not be like that of an ordinary statesman, who can judge his merits and demerits by that kind of evaluation criteria. He is more like a religious martyr. A spiritual carrier, the embodiment of a certain thought. He came to this world not to solve a temporary problem, but to illuminate the thinking of the entire human beings on the ultimate problem, a pursuit of civilization, freedom, and democracy that should be upheld but has no standard answer. Gandhi is unique, and he should be known, not deified, and not forgotten. God culture, not so utilitarian, to understand the world on a metaphysical level, there is often a sense of emptiness. But taking politics as the grip is different. No matter what, human beings are political animals. Even if you want 10 million ways to avoid politics, you will have 10.01 million ways to fall into the cage of politics. Where there are people, there is politics. Gandhi himself weaved cloth, did farm work, and used his own hands to support himself. This also formed two very good points of opposition and unity with his metaphysical, highly speculative spiritual life and ideal pursuit. I agree with what Teacher Zhang advocated. , Those who study literature, history and philosophy must also have a certain amount of dabbling in gardening, flower beds, and these grounded things, otherwise they will be suspended, and they will become water without a source and a tree without roots. Not every nation will produce Gandhi, and Gandhi's value will not be like that of an ordinary statesman, who can judge his merits and demerits by that kind of evaluation criteria. He is more like a religious martyr. A spiritual carrier, the embodiment of a certain thought. He came to this world not to solve a temporary problem, but to illuminate the thinking of the entire human beings on the ultimate problem, a pursuit of civilization, freedom, and democracy that should be upheld but has no standard answer. Gandhi is unique, and he should be known, not deified, and not forgotten. God culture, not so utilitarian, to understand the world on a metaphysical level, there is often a sense of emptiness. But taking politics as the grip is different. No matter what, human beings are political animals. Even if you want 10 million ways to avoid politics, you will have 10.01 million ways to fall into the cage of politics. Where there are people, there is politics. Gandhi himself weaved cloth, did farm work, and used his own hands to support himself. This also formed two very good points of opposition and unity with his metaphysical, highly speculative spiritual life and ideal pursuit. I agree with what Teacher Zhang advocated. , Those who study literature, history and philosophy must also have a certain amount of dabbling in gardening, flower beds, and these grounded things, otherwise they will be suspended, and they will become water without a source and a tree without roots. Not every nation will produce Gandhi, and Gandhi's value will not be like that of an ordinary statesman, who can judge his merits and demerits by that kind of evaluation criteria. He is more like a religious martyr. A spiritual carrier, the embodiment of a certain thought. He came to this world not to solve a temporary problem, but to illuminate the thinking of the entire human race on the ultimate problem, a pursuit of civilization, freedom, and democracy that should be upheld but has no standard answer. Gandhi is unique, and he should be known, not deified, and not forgotten.
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