3 weeks have passed since the gruesome and barbarous attack on a defenseless young girl and her male companion on a bus in Delhi. After a brave fight, she finally succumbed to her injuries and died of multiple organ failure, just 3-days after being flown to Singapore to be treated in a multi-specialty hospital. She has been aptly named ‘Nirbhaya’ by the Indian media in deference to Indian laws prohibiting the naming of a rape victim (more about this later).
Since the day the incident came to light (Dec 17, 2012) there has been non-stop local and international media coverage of her case and its aftermath. Youngsters, who have the highest stake in the country’s future, have taken to the streets to ensure that a slumbering government hears their plea for a safer environment for women. There is no doubt that the situation is pretty grim. Practically, every woman interviewed on various local and international channels, have mentioned that they have experienced some kind of sexual harassment- whether it is groping in crowded buses and trains or the discomfiture caused by the way men look at women. A telling comment that I heard was on an NDTV talk show where one agitated young lady from the audience put it bluntly: “men usually talk to our chest not to our face”. Every well known personality from across the spectrum of political parties to the film world and various religious leaders including the Dalai Lama have weighed in with their comments. Almost all (or at least 99%) of the comments fall under one of the following categories:
- Comment on the sad state of Law and Order;
- The utter failure of the Government;
- 'foot in the mouth' comments from worthless politicians.
In all the heat and dust generated by the spontaneous public anger and non-stop media coverage of the on-going protests, the whole incident is risking losing its potential to be a game-changer for Indian society and becoming just one more, albeit a well publicized one, crime with the usual players: perpetrators, victims, the police and prosecutors and the judicial system. Are we losing the momentum, to carry this fight to a logical conclusion of bringing about a radical change in our society?
This thought came to me when I read two interviews that have been published within the past two days. These are interview given to the media by two people directly involved in the incident. One is Nirbhaya’s father and the other is her male companion who was with her during the incident and is possibly the only witness alive to the happenings inside that bus on that fateful night of Dec 16. What struck me, when I read these interviews, was that despite their personal anguish at the loss of someone close to them, they seem to have risen above it all and are able to see the bigger picture. Something that all of us who are protesting in the streets, blaming the government for inaction or just observing or writing about the case, do not seem to be seeing. Let me elaborate.
The girl’s father, during his interview to London’s Mirror which features the interview in their Sunday People newspaper says, “I want the world to know my daughter's name is < her real name>
” (The paper published
her real name with the father’s consent.) In the interview he goes on to
explain his hope that “revealing her name will give courage to other women who
have survived such attacks” (to come forward). He further says, in an apparent
reference to the sense of shame and guilt attached to rape victims in India, “My
daughter didn’t do anything wrong, she died while protecting herself. I am
proud of her”.
This is the spirit that we need in India. We need the awareness to recognize that a raped woman is the victim and not a criminal who needs to hide herself! It is something bad that happened to her, against her will and therefore there is nothing to be ashamed of! My point being that while rapist(s) may have raped the woman for 5 (or 30) minutes, society continues to add insult to injury by ostracizing such unfortunate victims for their entire life. To the point that most families would prefer anonymity and to push things under the carpet rather than fight the case and help to bring the culprits to justice. Underlying this fear of society is a tacit admission that in some ways (dress, behavior, being out late etc) it is the woman’s, or her family’s, fault. As a society, we need to recognize that regardless of dress, behavior or when and with whom she goes out, a woman has a fundamental right to her dignity which must be respected and protected at all costs.
Now for the lessons to be learnt from the second interview. Nirbhaya’s companion that night, a software engineer who was also badly beaten, stripped and thrown off the bus along with Nirbhaya . In his interview he brought out a very sad reminder of societal apathy towards others. I am quoting from the account of his interview given to Zee News as reported in the Mirror of London:
- “Before throwing us off the bus, they tore off our clothes in order to destroy any evidence of the crime.
- “We were without clothes. We tried to stop people passing by but no one stopped for about 25 minutes.
- “People were probably afraid they would become a witness to the crime.”
His words say it all – people are afraid of becoming a witness to a crime! Where are people’s hearts and souls these days! A huge negative mark for society!
But when I read the full transcript of this interview in other Indian Media he pointed out another weak point in our after-care for victims of crime. When the police did finally arrive, they were apparently bickering for 30-40 minutes as to which jurisdiction the case should fall under! And all the time, the Nirbhaya was bleeding! Maybe, just maybe, had those 30-40 minutes not been lost, she could have been saved! And when the ambulance did arrive, the cops were apparently reluctant to spoil their clothes and he had to carry his friend into the ambulance.
Ultimately the men who committed the heinous crime will be tried and punished as per the law. But what do we do about the apathy and insensitivity of society? That thought makes me despair. And hang my head in shame.