Give thanks today to those who did you wrong, they unknowingly made you strong.

The reader will, I hope, bear in mind the fact that I am, in these chapters, describing things not mentioned, or only cursorily mentioned, in the history of Satyagraha in South Africa.

If he does so, he will easily see the connection between the recent chapters.

As the Farm grew, it was found necessary to make some provision for the education of its boys and girls. There were, among these, Hindu, Musalman, Parsi and Christian boys and some Hindu girls.

It was not possible, and I did not think it necessary, to engage special teachers for them. It was not possible, for qualified Indian teachers were scarce, and even when available, none would be ready to go to a place 21 miles distant from Johannesburg on a small salary.

Also, we were certainly not overflowing with money. And I did not think it necessary to import teachers from outside the Farm.

I did not believe in the existing system of education, and I had a mind to find out by experience and experiment with the true system.

Only this much I knew-that, under ideal conditions, true education could be imparted only by the parents, and that then there should be the minimum of outside help, that Tolstoy Farm was a family, in which I occupied the place of the father, and that I should so far as possible shoulder the responsibility for the training of the young.

The conception no doubt was not without its flaws. All the young people had not been with me since their childhood, they had been brought up in different conditions and environments, and they did not belong to the same religion.

How could I do full justice to the young people, thus circumstanced, even if I assumed the place of paterfamilias?

But I had always given the first place to the culture of the heart of the building of character, and as I felt confident that moral training could be given to all alike, no matter how different their ages and their upbringing, I decided to live amongst them all the twenty-four hours of the day as their father.

I regarded character building as the proper foundation for their education and, if the foundation was firmly laid, I was sure that the children could learn all the other things themselves or with the assistance of friends.

But as I fully appreciated the necessity of literary training also, I started some classes with the help of Mr Kallenbach and Sjt. Prague Desai. Nor did I underrate the building up of the body. This they got in the course of their daily routine. For there were no servants on the Farm, and all the work, from cooking down to scavenging, was done by the inmates.

There were many fruit trees to be looked after, and enough gardening to be done as well. Mr Kallenbach was fond of gardening and had gained some experience of this work in one of the Governmental model gardens. It was obligatory on all, young and old, who were not engaged in the kitchen, to give some time to gardening. The children had the lion’s share of this work, which included digging pits, felling timber and lifting loads. This gave them ample exercise.

They took delight in the work, and so they did not generally need any other exercise or games. Of course, some of them, and sometimes all of them, malingered and shirked.

Sometimes I connived at their pranks, but often I was strict with them, I dare say they did not like the strictness, but I do not recollect their having resisted it.

Whenever I was strict, I would, by argument, convince them that it was not right to play with one’s work. The conviction would, however, be short-lived, the next moment they would again leave their work and go to play.

All the same, we got along, and at any rate, they built up fine physiques.

There was scarcely any illness on the Farm, though it must be said that good air and water and regular hours of food were not a little responsible for this. A word about vocational training. I intended to teach every one of the youngsters some useful manual vocation.

For this purpose, Mr Kallenbach went to a Trappist monastery and returned having learnt shoemaking. I learnt it from him and taught the art to such as were ready to take it up.

Mr Kallenbach had some experience of carpentry, and there was another inmate who knew it; so we had a small class in carpentry.

Cooking almost all the youngsters knew. All this was new to them. They had never even dreamt that they would have to learn these things someday.

For generally the only training that Indian children received in South Africa was in the three Rs.

On Tolstoy Farm, we made it a rule that the youngsters should not be asked to do what the teachers did not do, and therefore, when they were asked to do any work, there was always a teacher co-operating and working with them.

Hence whatever the youngsters learnt, they learnt cheerfully. Literary training and character-building must be dealt with in the following chapters.


By Peace Truth

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)