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Post by Dr. Anonymous.
Yet another
woman brutalized, and now dead.
We sit, we
watch, we listen, drink our collective chai, heave a sigh of relief that it
wasn’t someone we knew and pass a few words of commiserations.
Our inner
voice of outrage rises and falls.
We return to
our daily lives, counting our blessings, and buying extra coconuts for the next
religious ritual to protect ourselves from a world that grows more evil and
indifferent day by day.
As a recent
song by a famous western singer goes, “I am living on such sweet nothing”.
India is a
country that has had privilege and misfortune of multiple rulers and invaders,
a rich ancient history and proud cultural traditions, that despite the
upheavals of time has managed to absorb and march on with the beat of
modernity.
Long renowned
as being the biggest democracy and the largest country of secular governing,
Indians till this day swell with pride and wipe a tear at the memories of their
homeland. It has been a bittersweet journey however, for in its quest to reach
the highest academic and technological feats India has forgotten its girls.
As a
Australian of Indian origins I was surprised on a recent visit to India to see
the same TV slogans and advertisements still playing, the same scenes from the
intermissions of childhood cartoons. The two poor farmers meeting on a dusty
road, one taking his girl child to school, the other to his farm, the time old
misogynist of an ancient land making dialogue with the wisdom of a young father
who hopes his daughter will learn and live in a better world.
More than
twenty years have passed since. That one little girl from that rural area has
now attended school, she has now grown up, finished her secondary education,
she is now studying in a local tertiary University, graduating and then moving
to a larger metropolis where she begins working as a young professional.
Perfect isn’t
it?
Look a little
closer; she is scarred physically and mentally by over a decade of abuse. It
has been inflicted at the hands of peers, family friends, seniors, and those in
positions of authority. They range from the time of her education beginning in
primary school in the playgrounds to the after hours tuitions with the local
ascetic academic who deploys his carnal desires on innocent bodies.
She is
uncomfortable, ashamed, and naïve. She learns early these are things she cannot
discuss with those close to her, as she has seen what happened to those that
did.
As she matures
her resolve increases, she meets peers in similar situations who have taken to
defensive measures such as carrying sharp pins whilst travelling on public
transport, to turning around and walking away as a strange male masturbates in
front of her in public.
At University
she has a greater sense of achievement, she has overcome many adversities and
has become the first in her family to attend tertiary education, her family are
proud and anxious for her future as she makes her way in the new world. She
graduates with good marks, she begins to work in a respectable institution.
Her days
however are not free of harassment, whether buying her groceries, or applying
for a driving license, she is heckled, groped, and openly propositioned at
every turn. She tells herself she is strong and shows unbelievable focus, after
all she tells herself, all the girls are in the same boat and are making it
through somehow.
One day
however this girl will stand up, she will go from being defensive onto the
offensive, she may stand up to an abusive partner, she may even bite a sexual
predator, because she knows that these acts are wrong and she can tolerate it
no more.
The tragedy
is, she will most likely pay for it with her life.
This is but a
small snap shot of the lives of millions of women in India, a scenario knitted
together but not unique from the lives of many women I know. Despite the advent
of democracy, secularism, and free education, the struggle to empower and
improve the life of a female foetus is, if anything, disappearing.
Foeticide,
sexual assaults, domestic violence, mutilations, torture, revenge and honour
killings are still occurring at embarrassing rates. Embarrassing to the
citizens of a country who despite nuclear reactors and seats on the UN, cannot
guarantee that the next girl child on a dusty rural road will not suffer an
avoidable disability or worse death, at the hands of a society that does not
value her.
These issues
however, should not just be an embarrassment to India, but to our global
collective conscience. To all of us who participate within a globalised
economy, and particularly to those who operate in the jurisdictions of global
law enforcement and legislation that were created to police human rights.
The Geneva
Convention and bill of human rights exists in India, as does the rule of the
law. However the justice system has evolved into a monstrous glacier that
crushes the victims as it grows larger fed by the rivers of corruption that are
flowing in every layer of its foundation.
Cases of
brutal sexual assaults that have been awaiting hearings for over two decades
are no longer anomaly, but a common theme that is repeated in every state of
the country. A country where women, be they child or adult, are promptly dumped
on the outskirts of society as soon as it is revealed they have been assaulted.
A society that worships the lotus feet of the virgin like goddess who are
betrothed to virile and often violent gods, whose arbitrary actions often leave
the female forms on earth to suffer penance.
Where is the
justice for these women? They have not only endured the torture of assaults but
also have the ongoing brutalization that the legal and social masses inflict on
them. Is it any wonder that so many families believe that foeticide to be a
kinder alternative? Better to have lost a girl infant early then to nourish her
with your love only to lose her body and soul to the hands of a violent beast?
Feminists
scholars and academics in developed nations have failed to comprehend the
extent of the tragedy that is unfolding in not only India, but also the entire
Asian diaspora. This is especially in the cases where women’s rights in third
world and developing countries is concerned.
The rise and
rise of political correctness has created a defensive shield within which many
academics are herded, as they focus on the minute details and fine tuning of
women’s issues, literally within their own backyard. Furthermore there is also
a notorious increase in conscious ignorance of the significant chasm that now
exists between the basic human rights enjoyed by women in the developed world
in comparison to their more oppressed sisters.
The very fact
that there is such discomfort within academic circles to even discuss issues
such as clothing restrictions as a form of oppression and policing of women’s
bodies is a point in itself. By self censoring to such a significant degree
that even free speech and discussion is curtailed, feminism has returned to its
turtle shell, back to its own roots, and is now busy analyzing its own
difficulties.
These
difficulties are surprising to discover in their banality, and at the same time
shocking. Feminism in the west is facing a significant backlash from younger
generations who are embracing“sexual freedom” and “freedom of expression and
lifestyle” as an anti-feminist stance. There is not only gross misinformation
within the current popular culture of what feminism stands for, but also a
significant disenchantment within its own ranks.
There is talk
of stagnation, of irrerelevance, of extremism, and of course of disempowerment.
As western feminist routinely take stock of their achievements with analysis of
countless statistics they have begun to lose sight of the looming tsunami
crashing on the shores of their global sisters.