An
account of THAT NIGHT by Aziza Sultan, a community
health worker at the Sambhavna Clinic in Bhopal.
'I was living with my husband's family at that time. My
daughter Ruby was 3 years old and my son Mohsin was about 8 months old.
That night my husband was away from Bhopal on work. Our family consisted
of my father and mother in law, two sisters in law and their husbands
and their four children. Our house had four rooms - two pucca (brick/mortar/cement)
rooms [in which doors and windows could be closed to prevent gas from
entering] and two side rooms made of wooden slats [with a large opening
below the roof that could not be closed to stop gas from entering]. I,
my husband and our children had one of the side rooms. At that time television
had just come to Bhopal and it was a Sunday. Our whole family watched
a Hindi movie 'Damaad' [son-in-law] till 9pm then had dinner together
and went to bed at about 10 pm. my children had gone to sleep long before
the movie ended. The rest of the people in the community also went to
bed around that time (nowadays because so many people have TV they stay
up later.)
At about 12.30 am I woke to the sound of Ruby coughing badly. The room
was not dark but lighted by a street light right outside. In the half
light I saw that the room was filled with a white cloud. I heard a lot
of people shouting. They were shouting 'bhago,bhago' (run,run). Then Mohsin
started coughing too and then I started coughing with each breath seeming
as if we were breathing in fire. Our eyes were burning too. My mother
in law who was also coughing badly came in to the room. She was in apanic
and bade us come out. I came out with my children, carrying Mohsin on
my lap and holding Ruby's hand and went in to the kitchen. Meanwhile other
members of the family were also coughing and groaning. They closed all
the doors and windows to stop more gas from coming in. The room was already
full of the white clouds. My mother in law was known in the community
as a person ever ready to help people. A hindu family in our neighbourhood
(Mr and Mrs Verma and their three children) knocked on our door, my father
in law opened the door and they came inside in a rush and collapsed on
the sofa [the sofa broke under the collective weight] . They said that
the 'sardars' had done some mischief. [Sardars = sikhs. A month earlier
Indian Prime Minister Indira Gandhi had been assassinated by her sikh
bodyguards for ordering an army attack on the Golden Temple at Amritsar.
Her assasination was followed by large scale violence against sikhs all
over the country by Congress supporters. Union Carbide later siezed on
this rumour to try to divert blame for the calamity from itself. It claimed
a non-existent 'sikh terrorist' movement called Black June had sabotaged
the factory. Later the sikh terrorists became 'a disgruntled employee'.]
Meanwhile people were becoming more and more uncomfortable. A lot of people
were coming in. My nephew fell unconscious.
Next my son Mohsin stopped groaning as he too fell unconscious. My mother
in law suggested that all of us should go to the hamidia hospital. We
left the house. me carrying Mohsin and Ruby holding my hand. My sister
in law was also holding two children and my father in law was carrying
his favourite grandson who was five years old. It was very cold outside
but we were not feeling cold at all. We went out in the clothes (night
gown) we were sleeping in with nothing else to cover ourselves. Not even
our dupattas or burquas were with us. It was around 1.30 am by then. We
did not even lock the house, Nothing mattered. Outside it appeared that
a large number of people had passed that way. Lots of shoes and shawls
and other clothing were strewn about. White clouds had enveloped everything.
Streetlights looked like points of light. Our family got split up. My
sisters in law ran in a different direction and the rest of us went towards
the main street. I saw lots and lots of people running, screaming for
help, vomiting, falling down, unconscious. There were a few vehicles.
We had gone about five hundred meters when my father in law thought that
it would be easier to escape on his two wheeler moped. He asked us to
stay where we were and went back for the vehicle. He brought the moped
but it would not start, there was no gas. He left the two wheeler by the
side of the road. Then he spotted a moving truck and told us to climb
on to it. We could not climb on to it but he was tall and strong so he
got in, but instead of taking five year old Mansoor (his grandson, my
husbands elder brother's son) with him he took another child who was running
around with him on the truck. Mohsin and my sister in law's daughter were
still unconscious. Ruby was holding on to my kurta (she did not leave
it once). We walked for another 500 meters and came to Bhopal Talkies
crossing. Mohsin was vomiting on my body. Ruby was also vomiting. I was
not able to control my bowels. Faeces were running down my legs. My mother
in law was vomiting. She was a heart patient and Hamidia hospital was
still two kilometers away much of it uphill. We had just one thought in
mind and that was to reach Hamidia hospital. At Bhopal Talkies crossing
we all had fallen on the ground. I was two months pregnant at the time.
I had a miscarriage right in the middle of the street, my body was covered
with blood. There was blood all over. I was unable to control my bowels
and the faeces ran down my legs, mixing with the blood.
We were not able to talk to each other or even see because our eyes were
inflamed. We were wondering what had happened, who had done it. Till then
we had no knowledge that there was a gas leak from Union Carbide. We thought
that if we stayed on at Bhopal Talkies crossing we would surely all die
because we had seen so many people lying on the ground who appeared to
be dead. Trucks overflowing with people were passing on the main road
. We took the Saifia College road and walked about half a kilometer. We
jumped on to a moving vehicle, a large three wheeler, going slowly because
it was uphill. It was already full. By then I was covered with my own
blood and faeces and vomit from my children. I fell on to some man's lap
inside the vehicle. The vehicle gave away at the top of the hill. The
engine collapsed because there were too many people. We started walking
again towards Hamidia hospital. We reached Hamidia hospital at about 2
am - 2.30 am. there was nobody around so we went towards Kamla Park (the
new city) because everyone seemed to be running that way. Mohsin was still
unconscious Ruby still holding onto my kurta.
We reached the lake and found the park separating the upper and lower
lakes was covered with people on the ground. People from nearby areas
were taking out their quilts and covers and covering people up so that
they could be protected from the gas cloud. We (my sister in law, mother
in law and four chidren) fell on to a pile of dried leaves near a garbage
dump and all of us fell unconscious. I remember faintly that two men came
and lifted me and my children and carried us to the side of the road and
covered me with a quilt. We lay there for a while and then we heard an
announcement on a public address system on a jeep. They were saying “we
are in control of the gas leak from union carbide. Go back to your houses.”
By then it was almost dawn. One man about 35 years old from the locality
took us to his home. Our eyes were closed and were very swollen. We were
still feeling as if someone was trying to strangle us, breathing was very
difficult. This man gave me clothes to wear and some hot water to wash
myself. He made us some tea but we could not drink because our throats
were on fire. Soon it was morning but we were helpless because of our
eyes. The man and his 17-18 year old son brought us home, They also gave
us a bottle of drinking water.
When we reached home we saw that trees had shed all their leaves and looked
as if they had been burnt. Milk had turned light green and we threw it
away. All food left was also thrown away. At about 8 am we heard that
people were running away from Bhopal. My mother and brother had come to
see me at night and not finding me at home had feared that maybe I was
dead. They came back again but then there was fresh panic because of this
rumour about leaving Bhopal. I left with my mother and brother and we
went to a relative's place far away from the factory. My mother and brother
were less affected than us. Unlike me and others in my family, they could
keep their eyes open and they held my hand and carried my two children.
We reached our relatives' place around 10.30 AM on December 3. They called
their family doctor who put in eye drops and gave us some pills. We could
not eat anything, my son Mohsin wasn't even suckling on my breast. All
of us stayed in the relatives' place till the next evening when we reached
home. By then my husband had come back. He was away in Jaipur and had
got the news of the disaster on the radio on the 3rd evening. He was worried
that we may have died. He had gone to Jaipur as a chauffeur for a businessman
and his family. He drove all the way back from Jaipur in a rush. By the
4th evening volunteer doctors were moving from house to house giving medicines
and we got some treatment for them.
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