The Migrant as Citizen

For many years I lived as a temporary resident in a small American suburban town. Within the short ambit of my home there, I had easy access to recreation, sport and cultural activities – a basketball court, a pool, a public library, a neighbourhood park, health services, museums and galleries. In every way my temporary stay had all the amenities accorded to any permanent resident. Other than voting rights, I was part of the local community.

One of the real problems of the Indian city is that the migrant is never made to feel like a citizen. When the citizen himself doesn’t feel like a citizen, this is but expected. For everyone – the affluent, the middle class, and the labourer, the city’s scattered facilities and erratic social services provide no respite from daily drudgery and despair. Urban life is a battle for survival. Of course, over a long period, the resident learns to fend for himself or herself, and work out a reasonable routine. For migrants though, things are more difficult. Confined to illegal settlements – under flyovers, and on temporary building sites – they live with constant fear of eviction. For most, there is no future beyond the period of construction or other short-term employment.


 

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