I live in a Defense Cantonment area. I never knew this place too was defenseless against evil. Why and how you say?
Across my house a one year old baby girl got violently raped.
One year old.
The police came, inquiries were made and the next day the culprit was caught. The baby died in the hospital.
One year old.
She was the daughter of the officer’s domestic help. The mother of the victim was working inside when the officer’s personal male helper sneaked to their house and brutally raped the sleeping child. Forty minutes later the mother returned to her house and found her child wailing and bleeding. She went to her employer, seeking help and got nothing. Desperate, she asked her neighbors for help who then took the child to a nearby hospital.
One reads cases of rape too often these days. Sitting at home, reading the newspaper does evoke some amount of sympathy and bedroom outrage but that is all. Realistically speaking what can one really do? This time things were not that easy. It was right across my street, in my block, in front of me. The shock was too close to home. The evil was too close.
Disgust is too mild a word to express what I had felt on hearing the news. The officer’s wife can at best be described as a sorry excuse for a woman. On returning from the hospital the parents of the deceased baby were cruelly evicted from their quarters. It was unreal. The support and love they received from others restored my faith in general humanity.
What chance does a baby girl have against a sick minded man? None. Was she provocative? Did she seduce? She did nothing other than being born a girl. I have always dreamed of having a girl when I have children. Now, I am not so sure. How does one ensure the safety of a baby girl at all times from everybody? The bus conductor at school, the driver, the domestic help, the doctor, the priest, the cousins, the friends; a girl is safe from no-one.