In the remote and neglected belts of Gujarat and Maharashtra, poverty and indignity had crept into the air and been accepted as pollution by the Dalit-tribal communities living in these regions. They had imbibed desperation and hopelessness in their blood after years and years of wait and hope. Into this void crept the missionaries — masters in manipulation. They showered taunts more volatile than acid — "Your gods do not see you. Your Dharma never cared for your women. Look how you are barred from temples, denied rituals, made to feel less than human." They mocked with venom, pointing at taboos and prohibitions, twisting them into proof of discrimination. For women and girls, already exposed to insult and shame, these words were like poisoned arrows. Doubt began to erode the very roots of their faith.
On Navratris, little tribal girls were honoured through Kanya Poojan — their dignity uplifted as embodiments of Shakti.
Offering what seemed like a wondrous solution — false promises of dignity, easy acceptance, a so-called equality — the missionaries converted several innocent and desperate tribals into a foreign faith; devotion to Vedic gods was painted as chains of oppression. Sanatan Dharma itself was portrayed as their tormentor, while the conversion mafia stood masked as saviours.
“When Mahaprasad was served, every man, woman and child sat together as equals — shattering forever the myth that Sanatan divides.”
But truth does not die with slander! Jan Swabhiman Welfare Society rose to pierce this darkness. With Dharma Jagran Yajnas in village after village, they replaced shame with pride. On Navratris, little tribal girls, who were once told that their Dharma disrespected them, were honoured through Kanya Poojan, their dignity uplifted as embodiments of Shakti. And when Mahaprasad was served, every man, woman and child sat together as equals — shattering forever the myth that Sanatan divides.
