mad as hell (and we're not going to take it anymore)
A girl died on Saturday. We don't know her name, so we call her Fearless One (Nirbhaya), Treasure (Amanat), Lightning (Damini) and Braveheart. She was only twenty-three when she was gang-raped, brutalized and murdered on a Delhi bus.
Delhi has long had a reputation for being unsafe for women (with a rape occurring every 18 hours, deservedly so) but this is not just about Delhi; women all over India have worked out their own strategies for dealing with harassment and molestation. My mother, Mumbai born and raised, has a trick of having an umbrella ready to smack anyone who tries to get handsy. Devika Bakshi lists some of the measures Indian women take to stay safe. Some of these are common-sense, "text me the cab’s licence plate number", for instance, but others - "wear leggings under a skirt" - are unfortunate examples of the restrictions women place on themselves to navigate a environment in which they are constantly under threat. Women are sick of hemming themselves in to stay safe, and their anger at the horrors inflicted on this girl has catalyzed protests against a government seen as ineffective, a police force that seems to blame the victim more often than not, and the society that produces such monsters.
The 2007 film Chak De India has a scene in which the Indian women's hockey team is at a restaurant when one of the girls is harassed by local louts. Rather than staying quiet and backing down - which would be the "safe" thing to do - the girls confront their harassers, leading to an all out brawl in which the girls prevail. I can never watch the scene without an absurd feeling of vindication and pride. Rationally, I know that there are better ways to solve a problem than violence, but viscerally and emotionally, the part of me that is sick of wondering what outfit is safe to wear, or calculating how late is too late to be out safely, is thrilled. Bas. Today, women are saying enough is enough; our society needs to change and us with it. I hope that happens.
Delhi has long had a reputation for being unsafe for women (with a rape occurring every 18 hours, deservedly so) but this is not just about Delhi; women all over India have worked out their own strategies for dealing with harassment and molestation. My mother, Mumbai born and raised, has a trick of having an umbrella ready to smack anyone who tries to get handsy. Devika Bakshi lists some of the measures Indian women take to stay safe. Some of these are common-sense, "text me the cab’s licence plate number", for instance, but others - "wear leggings under a skirt" - are unfortunate examples of the restrictions women place on themselves to navigate a environment in which they are constantly under threat. Women are sick of hemming themselves in to stay safe, and their anger at the horrors inflicted on this girl has catalyzed protests against a government seen as ineffective, a police force that seems to blame the victim more often than not, and the society that produces such monsters.
The 2007 film Chak De India has a scene in which the Indian women's hockey team is at a restaurant when one of the girls is harassed by local louts. Rather than staying quiet and backing down - which would be the "safe" thing to do - the girls confront their harassers, leading to an all out brawl in which the girls prevail. I can never watch the scene without an absurd feeling of vindication and pride. Rationally, I know that there are better ways to solve a problem than violence, but viscerally and emotionally, the part of me that is sick of wondering what outfit is safe to wear, or calculating how late is too late to be out safely, is thrilled. Bas. Today, women are saying enough is enough; our society needs to change and us with it. I hope that happens.