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16 JANUARY, 2014

Legendary Indian Leader Nehru on Power, Privilege, and Kindness: Letters to His 10-Year-Old Daughter, Indira Gandhi


Notes on the moral foundations of becoming a great leader and a great human, bittersweet in history’s hindsight.

As a hopeless lover of timeless letters, especially ones of sage fatherly and motherly advice, I was thrilled to come across Letters from a Father to His Daughter (public library). In 1928, when his only daughter was ten and spent the summer in the Himalayas while he was in the plains below, Jawaharlal Nehru, leader of India’s struggle for independence from British rule, sent the young girl a series of short letters seeking to explain how the world came to be as it is. That daughter was Indira Gandhi, who would become India’s first and only female Prime Minister, tragically assassinated in 1984.

What makes these letters, which cover everything from the Big Bang to the ancient civilizations to the rise of the division of labor and trade, so spectacular is that Nehru speaks to young Indira both lovingly and with clear respect for her intelligence, treating a ten-year-old child as the future leader she would become. Indeed, we see in these letters the foundation of that becoming — a foundation of moral values for peace and justice, respect for those different from us, and immeasurable, indiscriminate kindness, a message rather bittersweet in history’s hindsight, given the context of Gandhi’s political reputation. Above all, Nehru takes great care to show the little girl that power is not a right but a privilege, one that ought to be used wisely and benefit those whom it is designed to protect and serve rather than the selfish interests of those who hold it.

Young Indira Gandhi

In one of the first letters, Nehru reminds his daughter that we need to consistently step outside of our biases and boundaries, be those ones of geography or of culture, in order to fully understand the world:

England is only a little island and India, though a big country, is only a small part of the earth’s surface. If we want to know something about the story of this world of ours we must think of all the countries and all the peoples that have inhabited it, and not merely of one little country where we may have been born.

In a letter exploring the origin of different races, Nehru dispels the irrational beliefs that lie at the heart of racism by telling Indira the story of how early humans migrated across the earth and developed into different races based on the conditions of the lands they lived in:

We find that people’s complexions are the result of the climate they live in. They have nothing to do with the worthiness or goodness or beauty of a person.

Reflecting on the different complexions of people in different regions of India — fairer in the north where it is cooler and darker in the hotter south — and on the flawed cultural beliefs that associate fairer with better, Nehru adds a disclaimer about privilege:

Of course, it may be that some people, even though they may live in a hot country, do not work in the open and are rich enough to live in big houses and take care of themselves and their complexions. A rich family may live like this for generations and may thus not be affected by the climate very much. But not to work oneself and to live on the work of others is nothing to be proud of.

In another letter, he addresses the conceits of nationalism and the perils of stereotyping in equally simple yet poignant terms:

You will also see that most of us now living in different countries far from each other long ago were one people. We have changed greatly since then and many of us have forgotten our old relationships. In every country people imagine that they are the best and the cleverest and the others are not as good as they are. … This is all conceit. Everybody wants to think well of himself and his country. But really there is no person who has not got some good in him and some bad. And in the same way there is no country which is not partly good and partly bad. We must take the good wherever we find it and try to remove the bad wherever it may be.

He adds a prescient note on India’s own geopolitical destiny — a country that, nearly a century after Nehru’s letters, is emerging as a global force of innovation:

If we find anything good in other countries, we should certainly take it.

As Indians we have to live in India and work for India. But we must not forget the world and the people living in other countries are after all our cousins. It would be such an excellent thing if all the people in the world were happy and contented. We have therefore to try to make the whole world a happier place to live in.

Jawaharlal Nehru with young Indira and niece Chanderlekha Pandit, 1925. (Image courtesy of JMMI, New Delhi)

In a letter exploring the origin and social purpose of religion, Nehru explores the inner contradictions of religion, which haunt us to this day:

This seems horrible but a man who is afraid will do anything.

This must have been the beginnings of religion. So religion first came as fear, and anything that is done because of fear is bad. Religion, as you know, tells us many beautiful things. When you grow up, you will read about the religions of the world and of the good things and the bad things that have been done in their name. . . . We see even today that people fight and break each other’s heads in the name of religion. And for many people it is still something to be afraid of. They spend their time trying to please some imaginary beings by making presents in temples and even sacrifices of animals.

In a letter on the origin of agriculture, which created a surplus of food beyond a tribe’s daily needs, Nehru ties this development to the invention of money and questions the warped dynamics of surplus:

If you think about it, you will see that this money is all surplus, that is people do not want to spend it all at one time and so they keep it in banks. The rich people today are those who have plenty of this surplus, the poor have none at all. … It is not so much because one person works more than another, but nowadays a person who does not work at all gets the surplus, while the hard worker often gets no part of it! This seems a very silly arrangement. Many people think that it is because of this stupid arrangement that there are so many poor people of the world.

In a related letter on the origin of the rich-poor divide, Nehru traces the rise of the patriarch — “the time when complications first began” — and how power structures developed, speaking with timeless prescience to present predicaments ranging from the everyday expressions of entitlement of the privileged in society to the large-scale issues that precipitated the Occupy movement:

Everything in [the early] days belonged to the whole tribe and not to each member separately. Even the patriarch had nothing special to himself. As a member of the tribe, he could only have a share like any other member. But he was the organizer and he was supposed to look after the goods and property of the tribe. As his power increased, he began to think that these goods and property were really his own and not the tribe’s. Or rather he thought that he himself, being the leader of the tribe, represented the tribe. So we see how the idea of owning things for oneself began.


But as soon as the patriarch started grabbing at the things belonging to the tribe and calling them his own, we begin to get rich people and poor people.

In the next letter, Nehru traces how patriarchs swelled into kings, once again presaging with tragic foresight the state of politics and politicians today:

When the patriarch’s office became hereditary, that is son succeeded father, there was little difference between him and a king. He developed into a king and the king got the strange notion that everything in the country belonged to him. He thought he was the country. … Kings forgot that they were really chosen by the people in order to organize and distribute the food and other things of the country among the people. They forgot that they were chosen because they were supposed to be the cleverest and the most experienced persons in the tribe or country. They imagined that they were masters and all the other people in the country were their servants. As a matter of fact, they were servants of the country.

Later on … kings became so conceited that they thought that people had nothing to do with choosing them. It was God himself, they said, that had made them kings. They called this the “divine right of kings.” For long years, they misbehaved like this and lived in great pomp and luxury while their people starved.

But Nehru reminds young Indira that even in republics, which have democratically elected officials rather than hereditary kings, things are bound to go awry once the entitlement of power poisons a ruler’s soul. He offers an example from India, a country — and by far not the only one — plagued by enormous political corruption to this day:

In India, we have still many rajas and maharajas and nawabs. You see them going about with fine clothes, in expensive motor cars and spending a lot of money on themselves. Where do they get all this money from? They get it in taxes from the people. The taxes are given so that the money may be used to help all the people in the country — by making schools and hospitals and libraries and museums and good roads and many other things for the good of the people. But our rajas and maharajas still think as the French king did of old L’etat c’est moi — “the state, it is I.” And they spend the money of the people on their own pleasures. While they live in luxury, their people, who work hard and give them the money, starve and their children have no schools to go to.

In another letter, Nehru traces the origin of trade and offers an observation on the downside of globalization that presciently speaks to today’s tendency to increasingly celebrate and prioritize locally made goods as a token of more conscious consumer choices:

Consider a piece of foreign cloth that is sold in the bazaar here. The cotton grew in India and it was sent to England. A great factory took it and cleaned it and made it into yarn or cotton thread and then into cloth. This cloth then came back again to India and was sold in the bazaar. How many thousands of miles it traveled backwards and forwards before it was offered for sale! It seems rather silly that the cotton that is grown in India had to go all the way to England to be made into cloth and then come back again. This seems such a waste of money and energy.

Mahatma Gandhi fasting in 1924, with the young Indira dressed in a khaddar garment shortly after Gandhi began advocating that khaddar be worn by all Indians instead of British-made textiles.

Once again, we see how young Indira’s father instilled in her from an early age the personal and political beliefs that would come to shape her. He writes:

You know that we do not buy or wear foreign cloth. We wear khaddar because it is more sensible to buy things, as far as we can, made in our own country. We also buy and wear khaddar because in this way we help the poor who spin and weave.

In one of the final letters, he returns to the question of money with a sentiment reminiscent of Alan Watts’s philosophy, reminding Indira that money in and of itself is meaningless:

We must remember that money is no good by itself. It only helps us to get other things that we want. It helps us to exchange goods. . . . Some foolish people imagine that money itself is a good and they collect and hoard it, instead of using it. This shows that they do not know how money came to be used and what it really is.

In one of the best letters, considering the question of what civilization is, Nehru pulls into question the power dynamics of our culture and the flawed baseline assumptions underlying them:

How can we find out if a person or a society is barbarous or civilized? Many people in Europe think that they are very civilized and the people of Asia are quite barbarous. Is this because the people of Europe put on more clothes than the peoples of Asia and Africa? But clothes depend on the climate. In a cold climate men put on more clothes than in a hot climate. Or is it because a man with a gun is stronger than the man without a weapon and is therefore more civilized than him? Whether he is more civilized or not, the man who is weak dare not tell him that he is not or else he might get shot!

Writing shortly after WWI, Nehru relates this issue of civilization vs. barbarism to the concept of war, posing a rhetorical question that rings equally, if not even more, true today:

Do you think it was a very civilized or sensible thing for people to kill each other like this? If two men fight in the streets the policeman separates them and everybody thinks how silly they are. But how much sillier and more foolish it is for great countries to fight each other and kill thousands and millions. It is just like two savages fighting in the jungles. And if the savages are called barbarous, how much more barbarous are the countries that behave in that way?

Ultimately, he tells his daughter that civilization is not a matter of external material evidence but of internal spiritual disposition:

Fine buildings, fine pictures and books and everything that is beautiful are certainly signs of civilization. But an even better sign is a fine man who is unselfish and works with others for the good of all. To work together is better than to work singly, and to work together for the common good is best of all.

Letters from a Father to His Daughter is at once enormously heartening and a vital reminder for readers of all ages and eras about how we shape the world we live in through our understanding of it and the choices we make in it.

Thanks, Saneel

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10 JANUARY, 2014

Edith Windsor on Love and the Truth about Equality, Illustrated


“If you really care about the quality of somebody’s life as much as you care about the quality of your own…”

The question of what love is endures as one of our deepest inquiries, as individuals and as a culture. Among the greatest love stories in modern history — in individual human terms, but perhaps most importantly in political terms — is that of Edith Windsor and Thea Spier.

After TIME magazine nominated Edith Windsor for Person of the Year 2013, they produced an impossibly moving short documentary (below) about Edie and Thea and what their story reveals about the meaning of love and marriage. Edie’s powerful words at the end of the film inspired the latest installment in the Brain Pickings Artist Series — another collaboration with Debbie Millman, who previously brought her signature hand-lettering to Edie’s historic phone call with President Obama.

Painstakingly made by hand with gold leaf and felt letters on hand-quilted felt, the artwork is available on Society6 as a print, tote, stretched canvas, and (yes, really) pillow, with 100% of the proceeds benefiting SAGE, a nonprofit providing support and care for LGBTQ senior citizens.

Watch the documentary below, and try not to sob:

See more of the Brain Pickings Artist Series here, and don’t miss Debbie Millman’s Self-Portrait as Your Traitor, one of the best art and design books of 2013.

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11 DECEMBER, 2013

Otto: The Autobiography of a Teddy Bear


One of history’s most beloved children’s illustrators tackles one of history’s most loathsome episodes.

One of the most persistent critiques of Western children’s literature has always been its lack of diversity, and one of the most powerful yet little-known counterpoints to that critique is Otto: The Autobiography of a Teddy Bear (public library) by the great Tomi Ungerer, originally published in German in 1999 — a story about Jewishness and the Holocaust, featuring a black hero, and exploring notions of identity, age, and class struggle. Unlike the majority of Ungerer’s more playful work — such as the infinitely delightful Beastly Boys and Ghastly Girls and The Cat-Hater’s Handbook — this is a tale that deals with one of the darkest chapters in human history, and yet it emanates the most luminous light of the human spirit.

Like all autobiographies, this one begins with Otto looking back on his life. “I knew I was old when I found myself on display in the window of an antique store,” he tells us wistfully, then goes on to recount the happy days of his early life, beginning with his “birth” in Germany, where he was stitched together in a workshop.

Tucked into a box, he soon finds himself delighting a little Jewish boy named David as his birthday present. David and his best friend Oskar, a German boy who lives next door, go on to play with Otto all day, every day, including him in their games, enlisting him in their pranks, and even attempting to teach him to write and type.

All is joyous, until one day David shows up with a yellow star pinned to his jacket.

Soon, David and his parents are taken away by men in black leather coats. Otto, separated from his young friend, stays with Oskar as they watch more people with yellow stars loaded into trucks and driven away. Gloom descends further when Oskar’s father is drafted into the German army, leaving home to join the raging war.

And then the bombing begins. Oskar holds Otto tight as the family hides in the basement while entire city blocks are being blown to pieces, burying innocent victims under the ruins of what were once the homes of children.

Otto, too, is knocked out from an explosion and wakes up several days later in a pile of ashen debris. Tanks and soldiers begin rolling in as he finds himself in the middle of a battle field.

Suddenly, a soldier sees Otto and stops to pick him up.

He picked me up, and at that very moment I felt a sudden piercing pain go right through my body. The soldier, holding me to his chest, fell down moaning. He had been hit by the same bullet.

But the soldier, an American GI named Charlie, is taken to the hospital as he clutches Otto, and survives:

Charlie told all the nurses, “Look at him! Believe it or not this teddy bear saved my life. He took the brunt of the bullet meant to kill me.”

So when Charlie receives his medal of honor, he pins it to Otto’s chest. The newspapers break the story of the teddy bear who saved the soldier’s life, and soon Otto’s picture covers their front pages and he is celebrated as a good-luck mascot for the soldiers.

Once the war ends, Charlie takes Otto home to his little girl, Jasmin, in America. She is delighted and envelops Otto in a blissful existence of love and care.

But one day, a group of mean boys playing in the street take Otto from Jasmin, batter him, and toss him in a trash can, half-blind. Some of Ungerer’s most poignant points are particularly subtle, like his commentary on class struggle found in the vignette depicting the homeless woman who finds Otto and the Coca-Cola billboard behind her, or the fact that while all the mean boys who take Otto are black, one of them wears an NYU shirt in a deliberate antidote to the street gang stereotype.

The old woman sells Otto to the owner of an antique store, who sets about replacing Otto’s missing eye and cleaning his fur. He deems him a “collector’s item” and places him in the store window, where Otto sits unwanted and watches the world pass him by.

Then, one rainy evening, an old man stops by the window and stares at Otto for a few moments, before walking into the store. It turns out that the man was Oskar, having aged and changed, much like Otto, but never having forgotten their bond.

Oskar takes Otto home and, once again, Otto ends up in the newspapers as the story of a war survivor finding his childhood teddy bear spreads. One day, Oskar gets a phone call. Otto can only hear one side of the conversation, and it brims with exuberant amazement:

Hello? Who? What? That’s impossible!

It turns out the caller is David, who survived the concentration camps and lives nearby. He had seen the story in the newspaper and recognized both of his old friends. Oskar immediately rushes to visit David and the three of them reunite, sharing stories of what had happened to each during the war — David’s parents died in the concentration camp, Oskar’s father was killed in the war, and his mother was crushed under the ruins during the bombing. Miraculously, both David and Oskar had survived but had led lonely lives since then. Now, they resolved to live together as a happy trio for the rest of their days.

For the three of us, life was finally what it should be: peacefully normal.

Since our happy reunion I have kept myself busy pounding out this story on my typewriter. Here it is.

Otto: The Autobiography of a Teddy Bear is absolutely wonderful and the screen does it no justice whatsoever. Like its gentle teddy-bear protagonist, this is a treat whose enchantment is of the analog kind. Complement it with the best children’s books of 2013.

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06 DECEMBER, 2013

Nelson Mandela’s Moving Inaugural Address and Timeless Wisdom from His Autobiography


“The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.”

We may have lost Nelson Mandela, unequaled patron saint of equality, peace, and human rights, but his spirit remains forever with us — a spirit that not only changed political history, but also tirelessly elevated humanity into a higher version of itself.

In his inauguration speech, delivered on May 10, 1994, and available below in its entirety, Madiba addresses the end of apartheid in words at once timeless and timely, ringing with soul-stirring resonance today in the wake of the end of DOMA and the dawn of marriage equality, which has been called “the civil rights issue of our day.”

Out of the experience of an extraordinary human disaster that lasted too long, must be born a society of which all humanity will be proud.


The time for the healing of the wounds has come.
The moment to bridge the chasms that divide us has come.
The time to build is upon us.

In his 1995 autobiography, Long Walk to Freedom (public library), Mandela speaks to the conditioning that produces both love and hate:

No one is born hating another person because of the colour of his skin, or his background, or his religion. People must learn to hate, and if they can learn to hate, they can be taught to love, for love comes more naturally to the human heart than its opposite.

He echoes Bertrand Russell’s timeless philosophy of education as the foundation of the good life and writes:

Education is the great engine of personal development. It is through education that the daughter of a peasant can become a doctor, that the son of a mineworker can become the head of the mine, that a child of farmworkers can become the president of a great nation. It is what we make out of what we have, not what we are given, that separates one person from another.

Mandela, like many of history’s greatest luminaries, sees mistakes and failure as an iterative tool of success rather than an indignity to be avoided:

The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.

But perhaps most poignant of all is Mandela’s remark on the never-ending journey of freedom and human rights:

I have walked that long road to freedom. I have tried not to falter; I have made missteps along the way. But I have discovered the secret that after climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb. I have taken a moment here to rest, to steal a view of the glorious vista that surrounds me, to look back on the distance I have come. But I can rest only for a moment, for with freedom comes responsibilities, and I dare not linger, for my long walk is not yet ended.

Though Madiba’s own bodily walk may have ended, the path paved by his spectacular spirit and enduring legacy reaches further and further into the horizon as we turn the page on yet another victory of freedom and equality.

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