offer no apology for this new entry—or is it an intrusion?
We have no desire to collide with or compete with the
'Already' in this field. In fact we are not much interested
in exhibiting a fine specimen in this field, nor do
we claim to be fully equipped for this delicate but
delightful task—we are interested only in serving those
people who have not come under the orbit of the crowned
heads in this field. We are here to champion a cause—much
neglected and misunderstood—and the cause is the most
important reason for the advent of HOMELAND.
'The cause?' We almost hear those on the pedestal ask,
in a voice which any student of History can recognize—the
voice of Imperialism! 'The cause?' —they almost jeer—and
point out with a majesty which Royalties have lost!
'the cause? What, cause? Ye, unlettered boor! We have
settled all accounts, solved all problems, in 1947!
No cause, remains now— to be championed. The crusade
is over and all these ten years, we have been carving
and chiselling the Statute of Liberty, the lustre of
which delights the trained eyes of Dulls and the Emperor
of Abyssinia alike — What cause are you interested in?
What cause, have we left over, for you to take up? Wake
up Small Man! Wake up and try to see things clearly,
instead of enjoying yourself in fanciful attempts' they
seem to say.
Most of the members of the fourth estate here seem to
have joined hands with the other three, in suppressing
the legitimate demands and the aspiration of the "small
man" forgetting for the moment that those whom
they term as 'small men' do represent a civilisation
and culture, history and achievement that was the wonder
of the world, two thousand years ago and they are the
sons of the soil, the Dravidians.
'HOMELAND'—champions the cause of the Dravidians - voices
forth their aspirations and hopes and unfolds to the
public the crusading spirit that the D.M.K. is inculcating
in the minds of the millions today.
Our aim hence, is to serve as a torch—bearer in this
freedom fight, for whatever may be the term used by
those placed in pomp and power, we are sure and certain,
that History is bound to make note of this fact—that
this is a struggle of the subjugated against tyranny—whatever
may be the colour that tyranny wears, or the creed that
The D.M.K. is not today of the 'unheard of' type—in
fact we are informed that the president of the Indian
National Congress, thinks it to be a bug-bear, and we
were amused to note the other day Mr.Dhebar, alerting
his men, about the same. Delhi is blind and deaf to
many a problem, but not in this case—the D.M.K. has
knocked its way into the citadel, though, they in power
commit the same mistake that all those similarly placed
have committed—they think that the D.M.K. is an accident!
In fact, when some of them try to become figurative,
they even term it as a disease of the mind! We are not
surprised—there is a wonderful similarity in the thought
and language of tyrants—time and clime do not make any
difference at all!
The D.M.K. today is very much alive and kicking as the
saying goes—and a discerning public have placed a new
responsibility on the Kazhagam, by electing 15 of its
members to the State Legislature and two to the parliament
No day passes without the public taking the D.M.K. in
its fold as it were. Hamlets, scattered alongside of
hillocks, are fast becoming the citadels of this new
force—the force for the liberation of this ancient land
of ours, from shakles. The tiller at the fields and
the toiler at the factory, the women with the wail and
the old with hunger, the youth with fire in his mind—all
are today arrayed against the new Despotism. They know
that the tyrant who has got a smile on his face is more
dangerous than one who brandishes the big stick. The
D.M.K. has succeeded to a remarkable degree, in making
the masses understand that the change of Masters has
not resulted in a change of life— nay, it has worsened.
With grim determination, the D.M.K. is today engaged
in the task of rallying the forces necessary for the
superb, solemn service for which it has dedicated itself.
Every word uttered and deed perpetrated by those at
Delhi, go to prove the truth behind the message that
the D.M.K. has been carrying on from day to day with
growing vigour—and any new move that the Centre takes,
whips up the 'enslaved' to such a degree of information—that
we are forced to wonder, whether we are not far too
conservative in the timetable that we have prepared
for this stupendous task—the task of achieving independence!
Not only Mr.Dhebar—Mr.Bandaranayaka too—seems to be
mighty conscious of the growing force—for the Ceylon
Government announces to the world, that D.M.K. leaders
are not to be allowed to set foot on the soil of Ceylon—in
view of the fact that the Tamilians there are mustering
their strength for their August struggle. Poor, Mr.
Bandara Nayaka! He thinks fondly of course, that the
Tamilians there have not got strength enough to carry
on the August Struggle! The roaring waves that adorn
the patch of the ocean that divides us from our brethren
over there, were once the subject matter for sonnets
and lyrics for Tamil Poets. Now that we have fallen
on evil days, evil tongues do talk mighty disparagingly
D.M.K. seems today, to have created a stir in persons
of seemingly mighty build! For witness, the authorities
of Malayan Federation, issuing a dictatorial 'No' to
the legitimate request of our brethren for the formation
of the D.M.K.
All these Big men and many of their sort seem to think
that they are hounding out the D.M.K. by these flat
ways!! Far from it—the lashes that the tyrant administers
creates a sore on the warrior's body—and these sores
become so many tongues and speak eloquently.
We shall endeavour to place even before the 'Doubting—Thomases'
and the double-faced dummies—the truth as we understand
it, with a force which sincerity alone can contribute.
It shall be our endeavour to place before the Andhras,
the Malayalis and the Kanarese facts and figures that
go to prove the necessity for the formation of a Dravidian
Truth cannot be suppressed for all time to come—and
as Emile Zola points out, "If you shut up truth
and bury it under the ground it will but grow and gather
to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts
through it will blow up everything in its way".
"Homeland" has taken upon itself the task
of doing the spade-work and appeals to one and all to
strenghten its hands and give it a stout heart.
The Homeland places before itself this motto, and submits
the same to our comrades-in-arm:
Truce with oppression
Never, O, never!
(Homeland : 09-06-1957 - Editorial)