Showing posts with label tribals in India. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tribals in India. Show all posts

Friday, August 7, 2020

The Mann on the Mountains of Death!

The Mann on the Mountains of Death

 Philipose Vaidyar

Kolli Hills, known as ‘Kolli Malai' on the Eastern Ghats, is not widely known for tourism. But people and tourists do go there. It’s a small mountain range located in the Namakkal District of Tamil Nadu with heights up to 1300 meters above the mean sea level. It is 90 kilometers away from Salem, the nearest railway station on the main railway line. People go there with different interests -the old Ghats road is steep with 70 hairpin curves. It interests the motorists. The hills are scenic with tropical evergreen, rich, diverse, and large and wide stretches of forests. There are rare species of trees and plants that are also protected here. There are silver oak, coffee, and fruit plantations on these hill ranges. 

 

But I had a different reason to visit these hills. I had heard about Mother Brand who worked on the Eastern Ghats, who used to go around challenging people into missions. When I lived in Salem for some time, the long desire of having a peep into this 'tribalscape' was coming true. 

Part I

Kollimalai means Hill of Death! so-called because of the widespread diseases in the area, and particularly that deadly malaria that took the lives of the inhabitants here. But that did not stop Jesse Mann Brand from coming to these interior mountains to help the helpless people.

Just before World War I, 108 years ago, Jesse Mann & Evelyn Brand, as newlywed couples, came over here by horseback and walking hills and jungles when there were no roads. They came here to serve the people with healthcare, education, and to enlighten their lives by sharing the love of God who created these mountains. Their vision also stretched to three more hill ranges: Kalrayan, Javari, and Yercaud hills.

 

Jesse Mann Brand, the all-rounder man

Jesse Man Brand was born in July 1885 in Guildford, Surrey, England, to Henry Brand and Lydia Mann. At the young age of 22 in 1907, Jesse reached India as a missionary after a long voyage. He worked in the plains around Madras, presently known as Chennai. During his stay at different mission stations in Tamil Nadu, he had heard about Kolli Hills- the mountains of death, where native tribes lived in ignorance and were affected by various sicknesses with no cure or health facility to access. He longed to go and serve those hill people. The terrain was difficult to reach with no roads to travel. 

 

He used to write about the plight of the people, and it was published in the mission newsletters in England. During his next vacation, he was speaking at a Baptist Church in England and shared about the darkness that pervaded the hills in those South Indian hills. 


The Woman Who Became Mother Brand

Evelyn Constance Harris was born in England in 1879 as the daughter of a well-to-do merchant. She grew up in a strict Baptist home in the fashionable St. John's Wood area of London. Her father saw that she had the best of education suitable to young ladies of that age and station in life. She accepted Christ as a young girl and was baptized at eleven years of age. Young Evelyn was very fond of artwork and painting. But after 20 years, she began to turn her attention to missions, which became her passion. 

 

Her family was also involved in ministries to street and slum dwellers. In the home and at church, she was exposed to missions, particularly those in India. As a young lady, she would at times break out of the protection of her home, going into the London slums on missions of mercy. As a young adult, she was challenged by the letters published in a missionary journal written by a missionary to the hill people of South India. 

 

At the age of 30, she had an opportunity to visit and help her sister in Australia for a few weeks. As she sailed back, she felt a strong call to missions among unreached places. 

Evelyn was deeply moved by the stories of the church bulletin about the tribes in the Kolli Hills and their plights. She could also attend the meeting at the Baptist Church, where Jesse Mann Brand was sharing. While she spoke, she realized that it was he who had written about the Mountains of Death in the pamphlet that thrilled her. At the mission challenge, she answered silently, “Here am I. Send me!” From that day, her heart began to long for India. When she expressed her desire to go to India, her father exclaimed, “A missionary? Aren't there enough lost souls in London?” But at her persistence to obey God’s call, her father had to yield.  

 

As much as her parents hated to see her leave home, they recognized that the hand of God was on her and that she must be obedient to the call of God. After a short course of missionary medicine, she proceeded to India in 1912. Her first task was to learn the difficult Tamil language. The hot, humid climate of Madras was depressing as well. Here again, she met Jesse Brand, who spoke Tamil like a native speaker. It was first as a language instructor, encourager, friend, and subsequently beloved that the relationship grew rapidly. For some time, due to sickness, she had to move to a healthier hill station to recover. Later, she joyfully accepted Jesse’s proposal of marriage.

 

The Wedding Bells

Jesse went up to the mountains to build a very simple three-room house with a small outhouse for cooking. They were married on 27 August 1913 and the same day, they both moved to the Kolli hills. She was carried by men in a woven cane basket through the forest hills, and she was drenched in the wedding dress in the downpour. 


(On mobile, you can click open the  following images for a better view or to read the captions)

Part II 


“Together, Jesse and Evelyn ministered to the people around the hills. They trekked all over the mountains on foot or hill pony. Jesse was a man with many talents—doctor, dentist, preacher, teacher, counselor, agronomist, builder, and much more - all things to all men. His medical skills, which he had learned in England, broke down barriers. Their first convert was a lad whose salvation brought great joy to their hearts. But he died very soon of pneumonia. It was six more long years until the next fruit was realized from their labors. Over the years, the work among the hill people progressed. A church with outstations was established. 

Two children were born to the Brands: Paul and Connie. They trekked with their parents and were a part of the team. In due time, they were left with family in England to pursue their education. 

Strong, energetic Jesse was rarely ill, but in July of 1929, he was severely affected with malaria that soon turned into blackwater fever—one of the most toxic complications of that disease. He died on July 15, 1929. There was a simple service, and his body was buried there on the "mountains of death."

Evelyn was devastated, alone there in the mountains. The niece, Ruth, who was in her last year of medical training, dropped out of college and came to be with her aunt in India. Some three months later, she accompanied her back to England. By this time, Paul was 15 and his sister was 13. After a long gap of years, they met their mother again. A year later, she returned to her beloved mountains. It was hard without Jesse, but she was soon into the routine of medical clinics, teaching, disciplining, correcting, and exhorting people all over the range of mountains for the next five years.  

It was a turbulent time in India with the war years; the political unrest over the division of India and Pakistan, and years of bloodshed. The mission board would not let her go back to the mountains. They thought it would be too dangerous for her to be alone in the mountains. She served reluctantly on the plains, but she was always persisting with the board to allow her to return to the mountains. Finally, in 1947, there was a new India, now an independent nation. Paul, now a medical doctor, returned to India as a missionary to the Vellore Christian Medical College. Evelyn, at almost 70, went to a new range of mountains. She built a small wattle-and-mud hut for home and tirelessly ministered to the neglected people.

Paul was gaining a reputation for his work in leprosy. In 1953, Granny fell in her home in the mountains and fractured her hip. She was carried down out of the mountains to Vellore to be with Paul and his family. At 74 years of age, Granny was a feisty old lady, very dedicated to the task to which God had called her. Paul and his family were trying to persuade her to retire from the rigors of mountain life and come live with them in a comfortable home. She would have none of it. She said, “Since no man was willing to go to these people, live under these conditions, and tell the people of Jesus, I would go back”. And she did.

In 1963, at the age of 84, she moved to the third range of mountains. Again, she had the same pattern of extensive trekking on a small hill pony, walking with two bamboo poles for support, and living in very simple conditions. She had an utter lack of dependence on things.

In 1965, after working alone in the mountains for almost 35 years, a missionary nurse was assigned to work with her as her companion, and they continued until the time of her death. In a letter to Paul, Granny wrote that she would soon have her 95th birthday. She was sure a lot of kindly people would write and praise her and say how wonderful she was to be working still at 95 years of age. She said, "I am not wonderful. I am just a poor, old, frail, and weak woman. God has taken hold of me and gives me the strength I need each day. He uses me just because I know that I have no strength of my own. Please tell the people to praise God, not me." Her memory was beginning to fail, and so was her eyesight. In October, she came out of the mountains to Karigiri near Vellore to see Paul, who was on a brief visit to India. Here again, she fell, injuring her knee. There was no fracture, but the injury was very painful. She slowly went down following that injury and quietly slipped into the presence of her Lord on December 18, 1974, at the age of 95. Her frail, wasted body was carried back and buried beside her beloved husband Jesse there on the "mountains of death."

A few years earlier, she had written this free verse:

“Why did You have to break me first,

Why did You take my all away

Before You satisfied my thirst?

Why must I sink in deepest deep

Before the promises to know?

I realize now it had to be

Before He taught my soul to pray,

Before the glory, I could see,

The glory that He promised me”.

 Isaiah 52:7  

- Dr. John A. Dresibach

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Acknowledgments: 

Part II of the narrative is taken from the writing of  Dr. John A. Dresibach, published on the Gospel Fellowship Association website. Used with permission.

All photographs used inside (except the last one) are taken by Philipose Vaidyar during a visit to the hill and the mission base of the Brands in 2013.  

Photo courtesy of the last picture of the renovated tomb: Jayaprakash, Salem


Also, read more about Mother Brand  The Lily on Kolli Hills 


Coming shortly...
  • The New Beginnings from where the Brands Left

How beautiful on the mountains

     are the feet of those who bring good news,

 who proclaim peace,

     who bring good tidings,

     who proclaim salvation,

 who says to Zion,

     “Your God reigns!     (Isaiah 52:7)  

Thursday, October 4, 2018

Karedu is Calling



The Sun is becoming hotter. Herdsmen and women are moving out of the village with their flocks – sheep, goats and buffaloes. Lunch pack and a bottle of water hang on the tip of the bamboo rod balanced on their shoulder. They are gone for a day in search of greeneries in spite of the failing monsoon, to graze their animals. These are Yadava people, one of the 12 people groups who live in Karedu.


Karedu is a Panchayath in Olavapadu Mandal (block) of Prakasham District of Andhra Pradesh.  It is 5 km away, east of the Nellore - Ongole Highway.  The nine major villages of Karedu is closer to the Bay of Bengal with about 15,000 households.  

The People
The fishermen are called Machikarulu, both the Tamil speakers who are about 300 families and the Telugu speakers who will come to over 1,000 households. Yenadi and Yerukula are tribesmen who live in 7 villages and one village respectively. Mathikas and Malas are part of Scheduled castes; Yadavas, Pathmasali, Gowdas, and Chakili are considered to be backward classes. They are the working class and labourers. Reddys and Komutulu (Vaisya) are well-to-do families. Reddys are landowners and agriculturists while Komutulus are the business people. Brahmins are called Archakulu and constitute about 50 families only. Though each of them has a traditional job of their own, most of the BC and SC people are wage earners.

Literacy
There a few who are educated and employed but most of the older people are illiterate or uneducated. Education is free in Andhra Pradesh by the government which will pay full scholarship of the fee for all those who obtain an income certificate. Getting an income certificate is not difficult in AP! Though children go to school the educational standard is too poor.  I met a young boy and asked him,
“What is your name?”
“My name is Varun”, he responded. Varun was studying in class five.
I opened a simple text file on my mobile and asked him to read; he could not. I typed his answer “My name is Varun” on the text space for him to read. He could make out only m- y and nothing more!


Fishermen Folks
I thought about making a quick visit to Pattappupalem in Karedu, the fishermen village. The road is almost like an embankment, on the left, barren sandy land and on the right the habitats of the fishermen folk, mostly concrete houses, said to be rebuilt after the Tsunami. There are foot paths and vehicle wheel tracks leading to the beach which is about 500 meters away. The beach looked serene and without any living creatures around except the sand crabs chasing to their holes population as you walk through the beach. There are a few motor fixed fiber boats resting on the shore. A bit far away, there were three men struggling with their nets. The catch was not encouraging; they were picking away a few of the tiny fishes got hooked on to the net. Many fishermen go over to Chennai (300 km away) to join boats that go for deep sea fishing.

The sun is setting and the view from the beach is awesome! It is time for me to move on. The herdsmen and women are returning with their flock. Empty lunch boxes and water bottles were still hanging from the bamboo rod on their shoulders.
Kindling Lives in Karedu
The people of Karedu need to be enlightened before darkness pervade the villages. Like Karedu, there are many more villages on the coast as well as inland. The monsoon had failed here for the last five years in a row, say the people. There is almost no agricultural activity here, leaving no labour opportunities for the poor.  Many families have moved out of the region in search of job elsewhere.





The view of the sunset from Karedu beach is awesome! The people of Karedu need to be enlightened before darkness pervades the villages. They should become literate and delivered from poverty and superstitions.  Their living conditions can be improved.  How beautiful it would be if some of these herdsmen also become shepherds of people!? Can some of their fishermen also become fishers of men?

 - Philipose Vaidyar

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Monday, May 22, 2017

Konda Doras on the hill Need Water !

Kondas on the Sullippokkan Hill


Philipose Vaidyar



Konda or Konda Dora is a native tribe who live in Andhra Pradesh and surrounding parts of neighbouring states.  Konda Dora people are mainly seen in the Visakhapatnam, Vizianagaram, Srikakulam and East Godavari districts. 


Konda Dora people are animists and worship spirits of their ancestors.

They are also well populated in the Arakku valley. Let’s go over to one of their most difficult settlements on the Sullippokkan hill.


Sullippokkan village is 80 kilometers away from Vizag or Vishakapatanam. There are good roads, winding through the Arakku hills and valleys. But to reach Sullippokkan, we need to trek at least an hour through the steep hill.

The terrain is tough and the single foot path is too difficult to climb.

There are about 40 families living on this hill.  To have living here, everything had to be carried as head-loads. There was no electricity here or a well to draw water from. Open wells dug in the past had no water. A rig cannot climb up here to dig a tube well.


However, the Konda Dora people do a little farming here- paddy and tobacco- depending on rain and the thin stream that passes nearby. They also tend cattle and goats. 


There is no shop here to buy anything. To buy some salt or a match box, they need to climb down the hill.


There is a small stream uphill but it cannot reach the village. It dries off in the summer. The only way out seemed to be building a bund here to store water to last through the summer.

Viji, my friend and guide to this village, had been helping them to build a bund to store more water. Electricity lines had come to the village by now and they could pump it to a tank in the village. But more often the lines lack current. 

Their plight during this summer is still to be known.  The Khonda Dora people on Sullippokkan village need water, living and sustaining water.


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