Actions have consequences. This is an idea idea that many people know, but few people are aware of how horrible the consequences can be, or how small the action. Of course, one has to figure free will into this as well, because that is how choices are made. One could argue that when Asha and Pohpoh’s mother left it had the consequence of abandoning her children in an abusive situation, but why blame her for her husband’s decisions to commit this abuse anymore than one would blame her daughters for not leaving.
It was an unpleasant shock to me, however, when reading the last section of Cereus Blooms at Night, to realize that there was one unequivocally bad decision and decision maker on whom a large part of the blame for everything that occurred could be placed.
One of the primary themes of the story is to not judge people so harshly, evidenced first by the trial of Mala where the literal judge decides to be merciful because they do not fully know what happened, and later on by the large number of queer characters who are or are not treated as odd by their neighbors: Otoh living life as a man, though not being genetically male; Nurse Tyler’s job and dressing up to impress/entertain Mala Ramchadin; and Ambrose’s sleepiness and then wakefulness, while he also kicks himself harder than anyone else for what was done to Pohpoh.
This theme was most heavily and horrifyingly reinforced, however, by a single line in passing about a decision made by another character who as yet has suffered no ill consequences despite the misery brought into Mala’s life. “None of Asha’s letters were ever delivered because the righteous postman, deeming the Ramchadin house to be a place of sin and moral corruption, refused to go up there” (243). Any of Asha’s letters delivered at any time could have given Pohpoh the motivation and means to run away from that place of sin and join Asha in a happier life. Instead, the postman’s judgement resulted in the victim being subject to worse and worse abuse, culminating in madness. Jesus ate with lepers, and through his kindness they were saved. In a story where “Judge not, lest ye be judged” is a recurring theme, I feel comfortable enough with my own actions to judge the postman as, at the least, intentionally failing in his duties. At the least.