I, a nameless, faceless citizen of India, am to blame, not just for the Delhi gang-rape, but for every incident of violence against the women of this country.
In each post I’ll share why I was responsible for the Delhi gang rape case :
* I WAS INDIFFERENT AND LOOKED THE OTHER WAY.
The Delhi gang-rape was not the first incident of extreme sexual violence. The hundreds of rape cases I read about every single day in newspaper mostly left me unmoved and apathetic.
I either became immune to the rape victims’ pain or stopped caring.
Either way, I accepted sexual harassment as a common occurrence – outside on the roads, on buses and trains, in the office, even inside the house.
I did not drive away the louts that stand in front of the girls college gates, whisting at and man handling students.
I did not shout at the man who stood too close and rubbed himself against a girl in a crowded bus, even when that girl was me.
I did not call out the casual sex offender, the everyday rapist who takes away a little bit of his victim’s soul with every word and gesture. I was afraid to stand up to them, stand up for the girl in trouble, stand up for myself. I let them know they could get away with destroying my dignity.
I did not spare much thought for the rape victims. I did not bother to find out if they were offered psychological support, besides medical and legal help.
I did not care to find out if and how I could help. I found out recently that it is common for the victims to be ostracized by their families and friends, as though by being subjected to such a heinous crime, they somehow became tainted and impure.
Did I unwittingly condone such discriminatory and cruel behaviour by not actively supporting these women? Maybe I did.
WRITTEN BY : Meenakshi Ganesh