– A newspaper reports of ‘mass molestation’ on the new year’s eve in Bengaluru with nothing as proof but pictures of people who look hammered – both men and women! But the blurred faces in the photographs instantly fire something in our heads which resonates with the word ‘victim’.
– While still questionable, one should not completely rule out that there must have been a good amount of scum in that crowd, there always is.
– Someone writes about her experience and ‘fight’ on social media rather than going to the cops. The excuse of maintaining anonymity is not there anymore but the legal method is still not approached.
– A few ministers from a distant decade make comments which are alright within their realm of understanding but the context is misinterpreted and propagated even further.
– CCTV footage shows nothing of the sort happening at the event. The reporting media outlet makes up excuses when asked to provide the people with further proof.
– One clip of a single attack arises BUT from a different part of the city. Media mobs it and pushes it along with the now questionable piece of news which started it all.
– The culprits of this singular event are apprehended. It turns out they had been stalking the victim for a while – not a case which is exclusive to Indian sex offenders.
– Still no proof of the aforementioned ‘mass molestation’.
– Meanwhile, Indian men get schooled by almost everyone on how they should not rape a woman when they see one.
– International media joins in. The information gets more muddy at their end.
– Everyone projects their righteousness through open letters, articles and hashtags (which slyly shift the aim now to the statements of the ministers rather than the actual issue) while circle-jerking each other aggressively.
– At this point, it is no more about justice, truth or even women’s rights but has rather reduced itself to a game of ‘Look at me! I am nicer, more aware, sensitive and hence better than you. Now like my post and share it so that I get featured somewhere.’
I would really love to see any progress made once that train of thought appears in a movement.