It was the year 1974, somewhere
in a small far away village in Uttar Pardesh, a wedding celebration was
underway.
Mayadin was getting his eleven year old cousin
married off to a thirty something man. With the fiery girl child out of the
way, he was sure that no one else would prevent him from the sole enjoyment of
all family property, a small piece of land and wood from a neem tree. Mayadin
was wrong, his cousin had no plans of being an obedient child bride or accept
marital rape as her lot. So Mayadin decided to set up a false case of theft
against his cousin, who was sixteen now. The cousin was arrested and apparently
raped in jail by the police for three days.
Such were the first 16 years of
Phoolan Devi.
"On the night of June 22,
2002, our family reaches a decision.
I, Mukhtaran Bibi, a woman of the
peasant Gujar caste,living in the village of Meerwala, will be the one to
confront an influential and aggressive local clan, farmers of the Mastoi
caste....
My little brother Shakur is
accused .....of having "spoken" to Salma, a young woman of their clan. Shakur is
only twelve years old, while Salma is over twenty. We know my brother has done
nothing wrong but if the Mastois have decided otherwise, we Gujars must bow to
their demands. This is the way it has always been."
The tribal council will
eventually order the gang rape of Mukhtaran Bibi after which she was meant to
commit suicide.
Mukhtaran today runs schools in
her village trying hard to educate little children especially girls but if you
were to read of her fight for justice, it would take a cold heart of stone not
to weep.
December, 2012, the metropolitan
city of Delhi, the capital of India witnesses another brutal and horrible gang
rape. A tragedy of insurmountable proportions stares at a young 23 year old girl.
As details of the macabre incident unravelled
condemnation flew in thick and fast on the social media, mobile phones,
television, parliament, the internet, on the streets. Other rape cases,{ and
mind you on an average one rape case is reported just about every day on some
inside page of every national daily,} found more prominent space in newspapers.
Effectiveness of the legal process, more stringent punishment including
castration and death were discussed. Better policing was discussed. Courts
aired their disgust and shock. The police was reprimanded and admonished. It
seems that policing since the incident has improved or at least that was the
observation of a friend who was visiting Delhi during this week. God knows who
long will it last...
However somehow I the common person, my
negligence was never discussed. I, the mother or father of a married daughter
who cajoles her to go back to her matrimonial home and put her life and respect
at peril; I the common person who sees nothing wrong in seeking dowry; I the
common person who travels in public transport but would never come to the aid
and assistance of any needy person leave alone a woman in peril; I the common
person whose life actually resembles the
characters of "saas bahu" serials. I the common person who objectifies
and stereotypes the woman; I the common person who seeks honour in killing a
brother or sister simply because they choose to lead life on their own terms. I
the common person who gives in to self styled gurus and god men seeking to
explain the role of the woman as subservient to man; I the mother-in- law who
doesn't have a problem siding up with her son against the daughter-in-law; I
the common person who is too scared to be a witness; I the common person who is
too caught up in his or her own life to bother for others....we the many common
people who together make up the system that we all individually fear so
much.......what do we have to say for ourselves?
The harsh truth is that we as a
society are still very far away from respecting women and womanhood. The role
of law comes in at a much later stage;
the issue is how and why are men even able to think that rape is an option? How
has that thought found its way into society? A lot of notions of honour and
respect have to be unlearned... It is
time that each person, each family, each community does some introspection and
we ask ourselves what are the little things we can do so that no other woman
ever has to face such horror.
Note: Information on Phoolan Devi has been sourced from wikipedia and on
Mukhtaran Bai from her book "In
the name of Honour"