Over the past few days, I have seen several people say that casteism doesn't exist. That even if it does, it only happens in villages. That the rich dont face casteism.
Now, I'm not a Dalit, nor am I a Brahmin, but I have had my own experiences with casteism... so if you are willing to bear with me, can I share them?
I spent most of my life in tier 1 cities. I never had anyone ask my caste. I didn't even know what my caste was until my dad was filling some government form when I was 10 or 11. I studied, I passed some exams, and I went to college, without ever caring about my caste (or others').
But then this one day I had a horrible toothache. Excruciating pain. My college has a health centre, so I went there to get it checked. Right before I was about to be examined, my mom called. I didn't want to make her worry so I pretended everything was normal, cut the call as soon as I could. My doctor heard us speak though, and asked me if I was Maharashtrian. I said yes. She asked me where I was from, and I named the area. She knew it was in the konkan. Do you know what the next question out of her mouth was?
"Oh. Are you a Konkanastha Brahmin?" She seemed excited at the prospect (found out later she was one).
I'll admit I was a bit taken aback. No one had asked me such a question to my face. Took me a couple of seconds but I mumbled out that I wasn't, that I was [X] (not mentioning it here cos it's a relatively small community). She visibly deflated and then hurriedly finished her checkup.
This was in a tier 1 government institute. In a tier 1 city. By a dentist, well into her fifties, who should know better.
Another time, me and my family were in Sindhudurg sightseeing. Went to this temple- relatively isolated except for a couple other visitors, the pandit, and a shopkeeper selling flowers and other aarti material. While my father was buying flowers, he asked for our full names. When he heard our surname he was overjoyed. "Arre! Tumhi tar aamchyach samajatle!" (Hey! You guys are from my community!) He then proceeded to talk our ears off, telling us all about his family, his brothers, his neighbours... as if us coming from the same caste as him was some certificate of trustworthiness. I want yall to think how insane that is. You see three strangers you have never seen before and tell them all about your son in early twenties going to the city to get a job and teenage daughter who is good at studies and younger brother who doesn't help with the house expenses just because they are of the same caste.
One of my uncles is in a WhatsApp group of people from our caste. From Monday to Saturday, it's a trading area. People will share things they are selling, and others will buy it. (At this point I think it's sort of obvious we are from a merchant caste). On Sunday, they arrange marriages. And again these deals are trustworthy because "we are of the same community". He truly, wholeheartedly believes that shit. (If you ask me, lots of traders in one place actually increases the chance of running into scammers but whatever).
Also all the houses in my native village are arranged based on caste. Our entire line is ours, the one below is of some potter caste, the Brahmins live separately... oh, and during Visarjan, the Ganapatis of the Brahmins always go first. Only once they're done ours are allowed to go.
Now, I'm privileged enough to be of a sufficiently high caste that I don't face discrimination. That when people hear it, I either get acceptance or friendship. But not everyone is that lucky. In fact, most people aren't. If I can sense the caste system despite being in such a position of privilege... imagine what SCs are made to hear through their lives. No amount of money, I assure you, would have changed that dentist's view on Kokanastha Brahmins or allowed a Dalit man to build a house in the Upper Caste area of my village.
Casteism is not dead. You're just privileged enough to not experience it.