The genius of Gandhi was in getting others to do deeds that would seem absolutely improbable. When he believed in something, he made others too believe in it. To make a regressive, oppressive, ritualistic society understand the dignity of labour and equality, Gandhi did use some Hindu mumbo-jumbo, but also lifted other people’s faeces. He did it and forced all his followers to do it. A.V. Kutti Malu Amma, one of his disciples who had gone to jail with her 30-day-old infant during the 1932 civil disobedience movement, is credited with the abolition of dry latrines in Calicut, an old Indian port town. She began by cleaning others’ shit to make them realise what they were forcing the most miserable people to do for a living. But after Gandhi’s murder his disciples forgot all about sanitation and untouchability. If they hadn’t, both these issues would not have stared us in our face today. When a Dalit has to ride a horse to his wedding, he has to wear a helmet because murderous dominant castes could kill him with just a few stones. But when the nation’s capital wants its waste lifted, its corporations will only call Dalits. Gandhi, the bhangi, gets killed either way. And we remain as hierarchical and dirty as a society as we always were, waiting for the next coloniser to categorise martial and non-martial castes and separate electorates.