This morning my younger daughter asked me if I was cross. I said no, then yes, and explained why. She told me to blog about it.
In New Delhi women are raped on buses. The chief of police thinks that it’s fine if women are afraid to go out after dark because they should be at home taking care of their children, while men who are out and about can feel relaxed about it.
via CTV news
A 2004 study found the average suicide rate in southern India for women age 10 to 19 was 148 per 100,000, compared with 58 suicides per 100,000 Indian men. Globally, the suicide rate for men is about 24 per 100,000, and about 6.8 per 100,000 for women. Studies show a strong co-relation between suicide among women and violence against them. The woman who was raped and murdered on the bus can’t be named because of the shame attributed to her; for the same reason, another Indian rape victim interviewed on CBC couldn’t show her face.
Because I’m a woman, this is my concern, too. Because I’m the mother of daughters, it is my requirement to voice my outrage at violence against women wherever it occurs, and to voice my support for the women carrying those signs. The shame is not upon any of us who have been raped; it is upon the perpetrators and all those who abide it silently.