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Updated 05 Mar, 2015 02:38pm

'Rape the girl, blame the girl'

I have been trying to write on this topic for quite some time now, but unfortunately, I was left shocked and speechless every time I heard another frivolous justification for rape cited by sex offenders.

Mukesh Singh, the convict in the 2012 Delhi rape incident – in which a daughter of India had to suffer the consequences of being born a girl in a patriarchal, chauvinistic society – asserted it was Nirbhaya’s fault, that she was "indecent to be roaming around at nine o'clock at night."

What can you say to this twisted logic?

What can you do to change it?

No solution, no suggestions, no words ever seemed sufficient. Worse, true justice is unattainable, impossible.

When I first entered the field of law, I had the usual quixotic notions of the profession – how glamorous it would be; how virtuous, how just. I had imagined I would go about pleading justice, and it would fly towards me like winged angels. I saw myself as a solitary force of order amidst chaos.

It would be easy, I thought, or at least convenient.

One of the first files that came my way was that of a rape incident. The victim was a final year medical student at one of the most prestigious universities of the country. The culprit was her Khalu (maternal uncle).

He had trespassed her house with the intention of theft, and was discovered by the girl. She was raped, apparently to silence her from speaking up, and it was filmed. The uncle, soon thereafter, absconded to one of the Southeast Asian countries.

By the time I put the file down, I was fighting back tears. I thought about what she must have envisaged for her future, what she must have dreamt for her life; all those years of hard work, all those moments of struggle she must have gone through, and now, here she was, a rape victim.

In sub-continental societies, a rape victim is a victim twice. She is a perpetual victim. Once invaded by the soulless barbarian, and forever stigmatised to the soulless society.

We have been trying to get the culprit repatriated through Interpol ever since. Years have passed; the poor girl has had to appear in courts over and over ever since, but without any sign of the criminal.

Psychologists hypothesise that rape is about power and not lust. I feel that is an over-simplification of the truth.

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I remember that sweltering day in June when, just having finished cross-examination and drenched in sweat, a senior colleague and I were walking down the long corridors of the city district courts. An ASI had approached us, requesting for help with a statement that a rape victim was to make in the court. She did not have a lawyer.

We quickly examined the file's contents and walked into the court. The perpetrator, the Mamu (maternal uncle) of the girl, was already standing there in shackles. The statement was made – a shocking story of betrayal and inhumanity.

Then, the defendant spoke.

He stated that whatever he would say would be the entire truth. He told the court he had fornicated with his niece only after marrying her. He alleged that the 16-year-old had asked him to save her from the clutches of her parents, who were getting her married against her will.

In the convoluted logic of his sick mind, the request for being saved from the parents meant forcefully marrying the girl and raping her thereafter. This was his 'defence'.

That was the first time I had lost my composure in court.

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It was perhaps the only time I felt the urges that those imposing vigilante justice feel. I was too shaken to work after that – I came back home and spent the rest of the day brooding.

We get cases of murders on a daily basis – two, four, six, more dead – enmity, sectarianism, flaying tempers or something else. These incidents shake me up, but none half as much as the rape and the acid attack cases.

Death is painful, but living a traumatised life that which kills you a little every day is far worse. I cannot fathom the pain of it. I have the imagination, I lack the courage and the strength to envision it.

Freud had enunciated that as a consequence of cognitive self-defence, humans validate their acts by rationalising them as being right. According to Dale Carnegie, Al-Capone – the most notorious gangster of 1920s America – thought of himself as more of a Robin Hood than a Moriarty.

Mukesh Singh rationalised his rape like this: "A decent girl won't roam around at nine o'clock at night. A girl is far more responsible for rape than a boy."

9pm was the boundary for Mukesh. A girl out on the road after a given time was asking to be raped. No other consideration required.

I wish it were as absurd as saying a car out on the road is asking to be stolen, or a man out on the road is asking to be shot, but appropriating this logic for the rape analogy is much more nefarious.

For others, it may be the dress code, or the girl’s conduct. It could be her attitude, or something she said. It could be her silence, or her mere existence. Everything is indicative of how she was asking for it; it was her fault; she deserved nothing better.

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I want to believe it is ignorance that causes such acts, I want to be convinced it is Bollywood that perpetuates this culture.

But when well-read people like Munawar Hassan, the former JI chief, who have no business with Bollywood, defend the accused by stating a girl who cannot corroborate her story with four witnesses should not report rape, the above postulates become untenable.

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It is the patriarchy (in both India and Pakistan), and the tendency to think of a woman as chattel, even whilst claiming they assume a respectable position in our midst. Sadly, with this hypocrisy firmly in place, we will continue to ask the same questions to the same horror:

What can you say to this twisted logic?

What can you do to change it?


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