She runs on my television screen - while two neat black lines Follow her, precisely hiding what we must ignore.
Simple mathematics in a glass building shows that it would be easy For us to imagine her without breasts. A woman without a vagina.
Hideous but in better taste, after all the news does come at dinner time.
How bad can we feel when neat lines divide her body and numb our pain.
No she wasn't born with those lines, and when the boots were kicking her those lines Did not exist, the boots weren't dented. They only came later for easy money and to protect Our drawing room conscience from hurting too much.
Mute stone men, catching the moment on cheap phone cameras Like reciting the story of her humiliation to a blind man - except he can clearly see the things he wishes to. City street full of them - drowning out her scream in their manic silence as they watch. After she was dragged down, the cameras decide on an encore.
Third; "The Voice"
Remorseless speech, though certainly apologetic about the damage to cars and shops. "Unfortunate" incident, "undivided" we shall always remain. Inquiries. Justice. Woman - who? Nudity is a bad thing for our children to see back home. Men on the other hand can strip who they choose - anger is best let out.
We shine much like our country. Moving onto other news. Sell me the camera again. Move on to someones success.
Slow it down to a walk, so I may forget that there was an image this evening of a half woman running for help into nobodies arms.
-A peaceful protest on a street of guwahati (assam) turned violent. an adivasi woman was stripped naked, chased after, kicked repeatedly on her breasts and vagina and paraded down the street.This news played over and over again with a caption on the top right of the screen saying "Shame", while Assam's chief minister was heard in the background calling the incident "unfortunate" and still saying that "they remain undivided". i don't know the woman's name - the journalists reporting the incident did not think it necessary to say.
I'm an Arts-Based Therapist and Community Artist, living in New Delhi.
It has taken me years to choose what I want to do with my life. I've been a classical dancer, a contemporary dancer, an administrator, a teacher, a jewellery maker, a hippie and wanderer...Snowballing into my 30's I think its got more sorted. I want to write and travel and commit myself to the work I do. This is a blog about the things I see and learn and experience and make sense (or nonsense) of...