First of all – the biggest thank you possible to every single one of you lovely people who left a message on this blog or on Facebook, expressing sympathy and outrage, about my being touched up by a sleaze-bag on Raj Path on Sunday.
It’s been interesting & comforting to read all your thoughts and reactions, and it restores one’s confidence in the fact that there are so many very good, decent people in one’s life.
Thank you all.
One comment in particular caught my eye – from Neha Ramneek Kapoor, a lovely young lady I met at a blogger’s do in Goa. This is what Neha had to say about the poor reaction from the police:
“So disgusted to read this Christine. Sometimes I wonder if cops are so complacent about this because they don’t understand how awful it is to be violated like that. Maybe they think it is a trivial thing. And I won’t be surprised if secretly they blamed you for it. Because you were there. Because you wore certain kind of clothes. Because you were in a group that consisted of men too. Because you engaged with the man. Yada yada yada. They need to be sensitized and educated but obviously who’s doing that?”
I think this savvy young woman has hit the nail on the head. Just re-read what Neha wrote:
And I won’t be surprised if secretly they blamed you for it.
Because you were there.
Because you wore certain kind of clothes.
Because you were in a group that consisted of men too.
Because you engaged with the man.
Neha, I think your analysis is spot on.
One reads so many ghastly stories about the police refusing to accept complaints about sexual abuse, as if they have a say in what may/may not be reported. The police are supposed to protect every one of us. Not just men. Or people from certain religions. Or from certain castes.
The police are supposed to help uphold the laws of the land, not stand idly by watching.
I’ve said it before – on another occasion when I was hassled by boys crowding around me, using the f*** word – most of the cops are damn near useless.
Delhi has had so many horrific rapes that you would think that the cops would’ve had training (even if their own basic human instinct to help and do their duty doesn’t kick in.)
Wouldn’t you have thought that after so many horrific attacks on women – and they just don’t stop – the cops would have been taught how to react? But how tragic that they need to be taught…
Something along the lines of, “Oh, no. Look. A woman yelling & chasing after a man/gang of boys. She must be in trouble. We must intervene.”
After I was groped by a disgusting sleaze bag last year – oh yes, sadly Sunday was not my first run in with Delhi low life – I bought a pepper spray and ran with it for a few weeks. And then, inevitably, complacency set in, and I left it behind, and now, to be honest, I’m not even sure where it is.
Methinks I’m going to have to dig it out and carry it.
But of course, the fact of the matter is that I wouldn’t have carried a pepper spray with me on Sunday anyway – running in a group, in broad daylight, on one of the city’s most iconic streets…and yet…apparently another woman was molested on the same street, on the same morning – another runner with a different group.
A sorry state of affairs.
And to think that Independence Day is just around the corner ->increased police vigilance.
But let me end with – once again – a big thank you to all of you.