Gandhi Must Fall, Ambedkar Must Fall, Savarkar Must Fall

Mr. Gandhi,
Your people called me “Achut,”
keeping me outside your Hindu spaces.
Later, you called me “Harijan,”
a child of your god, Ram—
another cruel name imposed upon me,
another name I never chose.

You named me “Harijan,”
yet I am a child of Christ.

My Christ Is a Prince of Peace
Prince of Love,
Prince of Life,
Prince of Liberty,
Prince of Compassion,
Prince of Humanity,
Prince of Equality,
Prince of Equity,
Prince of Mercy,
Prince of Sacrifice,
Prince of Forgiveness,
Prince of Civilization,
Prince of the Holy,
Prince of Humanness.
He has risen again.
But your Ram—

Ram, a Hindu name
called my African skin
called my Dalit skin
called my Christian skin:

“raakshasa,”
“criminal,”
“thief,”
“prostitute,”
“dirty,”
“impure,”
“smelly,”
“ugly,”
“immoral,”
“inferior,”
“slave,”
“trash can,”
“nigger,”
“negro,”
“savage,”
“housemaid,”
“uncivilized,”
“barbarian,”
“zero IQ,”
“inadequate,”
“paedophilic”
“lesser human being,”
“children of brothel.”

You made me a child of Ram,
a killer of Dalits,
a killer of blacks,
a brutal racist against my African race,
a brutal racist against my black skin.
Ram, in my indictment, is a killer,
a lover of blood,
blood of my Dalits,
blood of my blacks,
blood of my Africans,
like Hitler in the killing of six million Jews.

Hitler's left wing and liberal followers never die.
They are omnipresent;
they are omniscient.
They are everywhere,
wearing ties and suits,
just like Muslims and Hindus,
just like Sikhs and Buddhists,
just like Jains and Parsees,
across the United Nations,
across the Western nations,
across the African nations,

Your Ram married his own sister, Sita.
Your devotees followed your traditions,
practising first-cousin marriage,
cross-cousin marriage,
parallel-cousin marriage,
and uncle–niece marriage.


But the Islamic world transformed these practices
into what the Afghan Muslim father called it: a Muslim culture
While raping his daughter.
You consider yourself
one step more civilized
than those who follow Islamic marriage customs.

You wrote Hind Swaraj—
self-rule for those who wear your sacred thread,
while I remained a crawling being,
denied the dignity of a human life.

You are gone, gone with the wind of a bullet.
You were killed by a devotee of Ram.
He killed you just as he and his
Asian-Pacific killed my Dalits and Africans.

You are gone,
but your progeny are everywhere,
occupying positions across the West, across Africa,
claiming to be peace activists, scholars,
judges, lawmakers, intellectuals, business icons,
and human rights activists.

They wear masks of peace and human rights.
They win the Nobel Peace Prize,
yet they never marry an African or an Untouchable,
even when they hold political office
in Africa or the West.

They declare, through their actions:
“Africa or the West,
but the Indian race is best.”

They never welcome African blood
into their homes.
They never welcome Dalit blood.
Yet they present themselves as agents
of global peace
and global human rights.

Today, Ghana exposes
what I see as your brutal Hindu ideology.
Today, the University of Ghana
unmasks what I call your Sanatan Hindu face,
hidden behind the language of peace,
human rights, justice,
diversity, equity, and inclusion.

You invaded and occupied African spaces,
just as you invaded positions of authority
in global peace
and human rights institutions.

Today, you may invade,
but not forever.

Africa is beginning to see your masks.
The Western Conservatism is beginning to see your masks.

You called Christians “children of bastards.”
Your progeny carry forward
what I see as your spirit of
anti-Christianity,
anti-Africanism,
anti-Blackness,
anti-untouchability,
anti-Dalit prejudice,
and anti-humanity.


Mr. Gandhi,

You and your people are
enemies of humanity.

You became a symbol of inhumanity,
a symbol of a totalitarian ideology.
A symbol of paedophilia.

Your people, Mr. Gandhi,
occupied our African spaces
occupied my Dalit spaces,
for thousands of years,
yet none of you welcomed my Black skin
into your private, personal relationships.

We see tens of millions of white people
in visible personal and intimate relationships
with Black people.

Yet your people, Mr. Gandhi,
continue to reject my African skin,
just as they reject Dalits
across Asian-Pacific societies.

You occupied the highest political offices
in our African spaces,
yet you never entered
our intimate relationships.

You consider your sperm pure
and your vagina pure,
but you label my body and soul
with names such as
“raakshasa,” “criminal,” “thief,”
“prostitute,” “dirty,” “impure,”
“smelly,” “ugly,” “immoral,”
“inferior,” “slave,” “trash can,”
“nigger,” “negro,” “savage,”
“housemaid,” “uncivilized,”
“barbarian,” “zero IQ,” “inadequate,”
“lesser human being,” “children of brothel,”
"pedophilic" and one born to be enslaved.

But, Mr. Gandhi,
let me ask you a simple question.

Did my African people
have a brutal system called caste?

Did my African people
have a vertical caste hierarchy
in our societies?

Did my African people divide human beings?
into higher and lower ranks?

Did my African people divide human beings?
into those considered pure
and those considered impure?

Did my African people classify human beings?
as Brahmins, Kshatriyas, Vaishyas,
Shudras, and Untouchables?

Did my African people place human beings?
outside villages, towns, and cities
in the name of high and low,
pure and impure,
superior and inferior?

Did we have a pyramid system?
designed to separate human beings?

Did we have vertically ethnic groups?
classified as inherently inferior or superior
through a system like the caste hierarchy
I condemn in India?

Did we have people like Dalits,
people branded as untouchable
and excluded from the spaces
of their own societies?

Tell me, Mr. Gandhi,
why did you call me “uncivilized”
when I accuse your caste society
of practising uncivilized discrimination?

Tell me, Mr. Gandhi,
why did you call me “savage”
when I see savagery
in the society you defended?

Tell me, Mr. Gandhi,
why did you call my race a “prostitute” race
when I accuse your society
of sexual violence and exploitation,
even within the structures
of arranged marriage?

Why did you call me “immoral”
when I see immorality
in the brutal caste system
and untouchability that persist
from the age of Sanatan Dharma
into the present
and, I fear, into infinity?

Mr. Gandhi,
we do not have untouchability
in the societies I call my own.

Every human being is equal.

We do not have a caste system
that determines a person's worth.

Every human being is equal.
We do not divide the world
into systems of purity and impurity.

Everything can be seen as pure;
everything can be seen as impure.

Mr. Gandhi,
your people never accepted
what I describe as your bisexual relationship
with your Jewish boyfriend,
yet we accepted that relationship.

But you and your people
never stopped calling us
criminals, thieves, prostitutes,
immoral people, and slaves.

You called us dirty and ugly.
You compared us to monkeys and chimpanzees.
You branded us with derogatory names
to deny us our humanity.

Mr. Gandhi,
you and your people called human beings
“Untouchables.”

But we do not call any human being
untouchable, impure, or dirty.

Tell me now, Mr. Gandhi:

Who is the criminal?
Who is the perpetrator of genocide?
Who is impure?
Who is the liar?
Who is the prostitute?

Mr. Ambedkar,

Your call for the “annihilation of caste,”
your slogan, “Educate, Agitate, Organize,”
your pursuit of political power,
your embrace of Buddhism,
which I see as carrying forward
elements of Hindutva—
none of these persuades me any longer.

You were, in my view,
a devoted Hindu from your childhood.
Even after your cremation,
your ashes cannot establish for me
the image of a liberated civilization.

I see, instead,
a Hindutvavadi in disguise,
masked as a neo-Buddhist.

Buddhism, neo-Buddhism, Hinduism—
to me, they appear
like old water in a new bottle.

Today, we are challenging
your idea of liberation.

We found Dalits misled,
and we watched them remain
confined to the same social positions.

You sought to mobilize Dalits
through your powerful words:

“Mahatmas have come and gone,
but untouchables remained untouchables.”

Let me reframe that statement today:

“Babasahebs come and go,
but untouchables remain
as they were before.”

What has changed
since Dalits converted
from Hinduism to Buddhism?

Has any Dalit moved
from Dalit ghettos into Hindu spaces?

Has any Dalit shifted even an inch
from Dalit spaces into Hindu spaces
through your conversion to Buddhism?

Have I obtained human status?
within the spaces that exclude me
because I have become a Buddhist?

Have I obtained Indian status?
by becoming Buddhist?

Has conversion dismantled
the walls of caste
that separate human beings
into superior and inferior?

You are a failed ideologue,
Mr. Ambedkar.

You must fall
as Gandhi must fall.


Mr. Savarkar,

You are not a masked ideologue
like Mr. Gandhi and Mr. Ambedkar.

You are open about your inhuman Hindu ideology:
an enemy, in my view,
of humanity, civilization,
modernity, and change.

You do what your Hindu canons
and your ideology command:
eliminate my Dalit skin,
eliminate my African skin,
eliminate my Christian skin,
erase my dignity,
and deny my humanity.

Once, you hated Jews;
today, you embrace them.

But then and now,
you continue to target
what I call my Dalit skin.

You follow what your Hindutva scriptures
and ideology tell you.

You do not hide behind a mask.
You stand as a totalitarian ideologue,
whose mission, as I see it,
is to send my Dalit skin
into the gas chambers
of caste and untouchability.

You have been successful
in carrying out your mission,
as were those before you—
your parents and grandparents,
your foremothers and forefathers—
generations that, in my indictment,
have sustained the persecution
of my people.

Mr. Savarkar,

India is not my home.
It is the home of Dalit Genocide.

Mr. Savarkar,

It is not a beautiful home
for untouchables, Dalits,
Africans, Black people,
or Christians.

We are killed,
burned alive,
dismembered,
gang-raped,
beheaded,
lynched,
ostracized,
reduced in our human status,
thingified,
dehumanized,
humiliated,
left breathless,

kept outside your villages,
towns, cities, and India itself,
for thousands of years,
in your beautiful country of Hindus,
Muslims, Sikhs, Buddhists,
Parsees, and Jains.


Mr. Savarkar,

What is a home
if its doors are closed
to those who have suffered,
if its walls remember
the cries of the silenced,
if its soil drinks the tears
of those denied their humanity?

What is a nation
if some are born to belong
while others must beg
for the dignity of standing
beneath the same sky?

I do not seek a home
built upon another's genocide,
nor a welcome
that demands my silence.

I seek a home
where no one is untouchable,
where no one is walking carrion,
where no one is walking carcass,
where no one is walking corpse,
where no one is walking death,
where no one is walking dirt,
where no one is walking impure,
where no one is unseeable,
where no one is unapproachable,
where no one is unshadowable,
where no one is ugly,
where no one is nigger,
where no one is negro,
where no one is impure,
where no one is superior and inferior,
where no life is disposable,
where no child inherits
the burden of another's hatred.

Mr. Savarkar,

India is not my home.

But somewhere,
beyond the borders of fear,
beyond the history of our wounds,
I still imagine a home
where humanity
is not a privilege,
but a birthright.

So Mr. Savarkar,
I cannot change your beautiful home of Dalit genocide.
I can't change your incredible Indian home of African hatred.
I can't change your Bharat Mata home of Christian genocide.

So I left your home, like Jews,
in search of a new home:
the West,
where I can breathe.

Like Israel
Where Jews breathe.

But even here,
your people are omnipresent
and, in their positions of power,
seem omnipotent.

They wear ties and suits now.

I do not know where to go,
like Jews who have known
the pain of persecution
and the fear of displacement.

I do not know where to go
when every home
can become another place of exile.

Copyright @ Suryaraju Mattimalla 2026
Biography: Dr. Suryaraju Mattimalla is a renowned Indian poet based in Germany, a prolific human rights writer, a vegan, a refugee, a truth-seeker, and a free-speech advocate. Born into the Madiga (Untouchable Caste)-Yadav Christian family, which has historically faced caste-based and untouchability-based genocide in India, he writes poetry addressing Dalit genocide, Dalit pogroms, atrocities against untouchable castes, caste discrimination, human rights, and social justice. He has written and published hundreds of poems in the United States, Europe, Israel, France, India, Nagalim, Ghana, Somaliland, and the Federal Republic of West Papua. He has also published academic papers in prestigious academic journals and newspapers, including The Age of Human Rights Journal, Peace Chronicles, and Israel National News, Arutz Sheva. His literary works are catalogued across the public libraries of the United States of America and Germany. The French-based humanitarian organization Salam has translated his poetry from English into French and published it. Through his writing, Mattimalla seeks to challenge caste/religious/ethnocentric oppression/extremism, defend human dignity, and give a voice to marginalized communities. He lives with his Ethiopian wife, Cartoonist Her Royal Highness Princess Selamawit Hailu Bezabih, and their three children: Saviour Suryaraju Mattimalla, the late Stanford Suryaraju Mattimalla, and Strathfield or Skylar Suryaraju Mattimalla. His first child was killed by Hindus in the name of honor in India in 2010, and his second son, Stanford Suryaraju Mattimalla, died following forced vaccination administered by a neo-Nazi German gynecologist on June 28, 2023, in Regensburg, Germany.

Author: Dr. Suryaraju Mattimalla

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