Same old. Same old.
Yet another rape in yet another Indian city. Yet another round of fresh, steaming ‘outrage’ being served up. Mostly on the internet. And in TV studios. Yet another flurry of articles on different news websites dissecting the psyche of the ‘public’ and the rapists and the system. Yet another Women’s Commission ( or something) crawling out of the woodwork, (or will, just you wait) . Yet another politician will issue either an apology of an apology (hah!) or else a statement that sounds horrifyingly like victim blaming.
Once upon a time, NRI’s were treated with a mixture of envy and disdain for ‘leaving’ India . Maybe even a little by me.
Now, that I am one, and am older and wiser, I can see why anyone who could leave, would. Especially a young, single woman like me.And while I used to nuture (and still do) dreams of returning one day , I see how that’s starting to become the more foolish option.
I live in a country in Western Europe now, and while this country is in no way rape-free, the swift descent of EVERY rape into a sorry farce is UNTHINKABLE here. It’s safe to say that in this society, I’m more conscious of my RACE , not my GENDER. And guess what, I’d rather have it this way. Really.
I’ve gotten out. And I’m sure as hell staying out. So long, dear Bharat Ma, I know it’s not your fault.