I saw the BBC’s documentary India’s Daughter yesterday. It shook me up. We have known that such views exist but to see them, to see the unflinching faces, to hear the commitment in their voice, was something else. For the first time I am unsure of my place as a Woman in the Indian culture.
“What golden bird? The one that is all grey, with her feathers mercilessly pulled out leaving behind trails upon trails of dried blood covered by sands of time? Or the one we attempt to keep polished for the rest of the world to see? The wings of that bird hide within their folds, screams and wails, and an ever-increasing scroll of statistics. A woman in India is raped every 20 minutes.” Read more at The Huffington Post