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Our Fight for the Forest A testimonial by Bindia Bai and Subadra

In January the Forest Development Corporation officials came and hired some men from our village to work in the forest nearby. They said they wanted to cut some diseased trees and clear naturally felled wood, but after a couple of days we knew that the officials had bigger plans. The FDC men had started cutting healthy Sal trees as well, clearing a huge area of the forest. The village men refused to go on working. They remembered what had happened to the bamboo in the forest when we were children.

When the men returned and reported what was happening, all of the mitanins and others from the village had a meeting. We women decided to go right then to the forest and stop the cutting. The men refused to go, and tried to stop us. They said they would be beaten up or put in jail if they protested against the cutting, and the same thing would happen to us. We told them, “If anything bad happens, it happens to my body, not yours, so it’s my decision to make,” and we went without them.

When we got to the place where the cutting was happening, there were about 50 FDC men there, but most of them ran away when they saw us. There were about 100 of us, and we were really angry, because we saw how many trees they had already cut. We snatched the saws and axes they had been using so they couldn’t resume work after we left and took them back to the village, hiding them in Bindia Bai’s house.

The next day the same official came to my house and demanded the tools back. I refused and told him that it wasn’t my decision to make. We had all taken them together, so we had to decide together whether to give them back. I told him, "You go around to the village and call everyone to a meeting at the Panchayat and we can decide." He gave up – I think he was embarrassed to go door to door in the heat asking for a meeting.

Thinking that there would surely be more trouble, some of us went to the police office to tell them that we had taken the tools and try to file a case against those cutting the trees. The police refused to help. They accused us of being Naxalites . They threatened to go fetch a female police officer to strip off our clothes and beat us. But by then more of our friends had come to support us, so the police finally relented and took our letter asking to file the case.

On March 17, I was walking by the home of the Sarpanj on my way back from another village. I saw him inside with another man I didn’t recognize, signing some papers. Thirty or 40 women were working nearby on a small government project. I went and got them, and we came back to confront the Sarpanj and find out what was going on.

When they saw us they said, "It’s good that you’re here, you should sign this paper too," but we could tell from their faces that they were nervous to see us. We told them to read the paper out loud. It was a contract authorizing the FDC to clear the forest for a teak plantation. We refused to sign, but he already had the Sarpanj’s signature, so he went to get on his motorcycle to leave. We surrounded his motorcycle, and somebody snatched the key. We demanded that he give us the signed paper. At first he refused, but when we told him we were going to drop a match into the gas tank, he relented and gave us the paper. We went back and gave the Sarpanj hell for trying to give away the rights to our livelihood.

The forest has been quiet since then, and next week we have a meeting where we hope to put forward our demands to the government officials. We won’t allow these trees to be cut. If they come back and try to clear more of the forest, we will cling to the trunks and tell them that they’ll have to cut us as well!

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