I cannot get away from the 16-year-old girl in Unnao, seeking justice against her smirking BJP
politician rapist whom the police have declined to arrest. Her father, who went to appeal to the police, died in police custody.
I don’t want to get away from any of it, and I hope you don’t either. Forget turning away —don’t even blink, because we cannot afford to miss any fragment of this. Prop your eyelids open with matchsticks if you have to, to recognise how this country mauls its women and children and throws them away like garbage. It hangs them from trees, shoves iron rods into their bodies, rapes them, melts their faces with acid, keeps them poor and ignorant, culls them and obsessively controls them.
It has done this for so long that we call it “social and cultural tradition”. All that worshipful hooey about mothers and goddesses? That’s called “overcompensation”.
“asked for it”. The Unnao victim is “low class”. Asifa
was just some poor kid — scrap paper on which one group of men drafted hate mail to another. They were all treated like dispensable junk. There can be no justice just enough.
You know what’s worse? The fact that now it takes pro-rapist marches to get us going. That’s how apathetic we have become towards the regular, undefended rapes of children as young as a few months, which happen everyday, just as women, the poor, Dalits, and minorities are terrorised and killed every day. We are unmoved by barbarity, and now we’re starting to valorise it.
My doctor said my vitamin D levels are low, and gave me a course of tablets—no biggie. But when a country’s humanity and morality levels are this low, it has a disease so deadly that it could die.
Mitali Saran is a Delhi-based writer email@example.com