Today
I read a few of the final entries of The
Gandhi Reader (ed. Homer A. Jack) about Mahatma Gandhi’s death. And I cried
as if I were there.
I’ve
been re-reading passages regarding Gandhi’s belief that non-violent direct
action could have challenged Hitler or even atomic bombs, just as it brought British
colonialism to an end in India and Pakistan; his concern about Europe’s
anti-semitism as well as the establishment of a state of Israel in Palestine;
his encounter with the African American preacher and civil rights leader Howard
Thurman and his wife; and his multiple fastings to stop the bloodshed among
Hindus, Muslims, and Sikhs. Whatever you make of his ideas, his compassion is
unquestionable, even in death.
I
have visited the site in India where his body was cremated. In college I
occasionally meditated and studied on the peaceful grounds of the Self Realization
Fellowship in southern California’s Pacific Palisades, where some of his ashes
are interred in a World Peace Memorial (pictured above) near a “wall-less temple.”
The
Richard Attenborough film Gandhi was
released the week before I went to India on a Fordham University religious
studies tour. I managed to see it twice before I left, and so, on my first day
wandering the neighborhood of our hotel in New Dehli on my own, I discovered
Birla House, his last residence, and the garden behind, where he led prayers
and met his death. Now a museum, I visited his small room at the rear of the
house and followed his final steps in the garden, footprints cast in bronze.
As
sacramentals of the visit, I purchased three sets of companion posters, one
with Gandhi’s photo and another with a quote of his, two of which I gave to close
friends, the Yale historian John Boswell, who contributed so much to the
history of gay people in the church; and the other to Linda Culbertson,
currently the executive of Pacific Presbytery, with whom I had seen the movie.
My friend George Lynch framed my set for my home office, and they serve as a
constant reminder of Gandhi’s self-less perseverance to empower “the poorest
and the weakest.”
Dr.
Thurman asked Gandhi how to train people in the “difficult art” of Ahimsa, non-violence, to which Gandhi
replied, “There is no royal road, except through living the creed in your life
which must be a living sermon. … Seek ye
first the Kingdom of Heaven and everything else shall be added unto you. The
Kingdom of Heaven is Ahimsa.”
Gandhi
died today, and still he lives, offering his darshan, the joy of his spiritual presence, to all who read his
words and remember his deeds.
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Someone wrote me on Facebook that Gandhi died in January, not December. I was never intending to speak literally--I was intending to suggest that revisiting his death made it feel like it happened as I read the final entries in The Gandhi Reader.
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