Midori spends idyllic time among India’s lepers

Midori spends idyllic time among India’s lepers


norman lebrecht

January 10, 2018

A blogpost from the great violinist:

We visited three leprosy colonies in the last two days. Leprosy, or Hansen’s Disease, is actually mostly a skin and nerve disorder caused by a bacteria Mycobacterium leprae. How many times was I asked if I got a vaccination before visiting? What an ignorant question.

We imagined that in the Villages, we would find persons who are mostly patients with visible aftermaths of disabilities and deformities caused by the bacteria, and therefore expected a kind of an open rural hospital/institution setting. On the contrary, while all of them were in completely destitute conditions: below poverty-line, severely-challenged living standards, we were welcomed by happy, energetic, smiling, and warm people, and the children in particular, receiving us with extraordinary openness.

From what we learned, there are some 800 leprosy colonies in India, of which we were able to visit three. The issue we face with leprosy colonies is a social one and not of a medical illness, and that of severe discrimination that afflicts multiple generations. At this point in time, in 2017, even though there are new cases of Hansen’s Disease reported every year, it is a completely curable disease only with a regimen of medication, and the likelihood of it being contagious to others is nearly non-existent. While its late symptoms may be frightening for some on-lookers, it is definitely not fatal. It is nonetheless somehow a disease that arouses extreme fear in society, that subjugates those who develop the symptoms (even when one has the bacteria, it is unlikely that the symptoms would develop, and in fact, if the symptoms were to develop to an extent visible on the outside of the body, that would mean that the disease would have been contracted as long as 10 years prior) to atrocious and unforgivable discrimination.

Historically and more recently, various governments and societies have handled the victims of Hansen’s Disease differently, but most with inexcusable, inhumane, and often barbaric methods and approaches, and some still continue their illogical ways, perpetuating the problem of social stigma. From what we experienced in the colonies we visited, fairly typical of those in West Bengal and in the rest of the region, we learned that the majority of those living in the villages actually never were patients and are mostly instead the second and third-generation families of a few former patients. Even then, the stigmata haunt them, often preventing rightful access to the most basic of the needs such as education, healthcare, the right to earn a living in dignified ways, and participation in society-at-large. This disables a break from a cycle of poverty because of marginalization. And while the actual number of new cases and of existing patients are very small by world-standards, it becomes a serious issue because of the wide-ranging problems and injustice stemming from it, extending it to persons around the actually those diagnosed with it.

How does the music feel when playing, especially when we are confronted head-on by the injustices of the society assaulting these villagers? There is no question that music can transport all of us. Music brings all of us a beautiful feeling. As we sense the children’s concentrated gaze, hear the birds chirping over our heads and cows and calves mooing along, while puppies are playing a tug-of-war, the music and the hearts also flow out and surround us. It was one of the most idyllic encounters with music for me.

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  • Hannah says:

    What a lovely young woman Midori has grown up to be!

  • Hannah Telfer says:

    What a lovely young woman Midori has grown up to be.

  • Sharon says:

    I once attended a Jewish Sabbath service at a Brooklyn, NY veterans hospital. The congregants were mainly psychiatric patients who were in the hospital long term. The veterans group which sponsored the service had contracted with an opera singer (wearing the type of pants one might wear to a disco) to lead the service without accompaniment (due to religious rules about instrument playing on Sabbath). Although a few of the congregants were walking around because the could not sit still it was one of the most moving services I ever attended and I am pretty much a weekly synagogue goer who makes a point of attending Jewish services whenever I travel.
    Although I am a woman, in the early nineties I belonged to a mainly male gay square dance group in New York City and our dances were frequently held on Friday nights. At the time, of course, Aids was still a real death sentence. I chose to go to these dances instead of Jewish services because I thought of them as a profoundly spiritual experiences. I thought, statistically half these guys will be dead within 10 years and they know that they will be, yet they dance.

    • norman lebrecht says:

      Lovely reminiscence, Sharon.

      • Sharon says:

        Thanks. The interesting thing about the service in the veteran’s hospital was that I had stumbled upon it accidentally. I had gone to the veterans’ hospital to take a written examination but I arrived too late to take it. It was pouring outside so I took shelter in the building and near the doorway was the chapel where this service was taking place.

    • Anmarie says:

      This made me cry.

      How extraordinary!