By Anshul Kumar Pandey:Â
Really. That would be too easy an exit. I have suggested this before and I suggest this again. Let’s not hang the rapists.
Let’s castrate them.
Not chemically, but surgically. Without sedatives. Let them feel the pain of a woman when she is forcibly converted into an object of desire. Let them feel helpless, despondent, and hopeless. Let us make them feel what they make those women feel whom they rape. Let us at least be equitable about meting out this justice.
Let us plan it out beforehand: I want this to be a reality. Let’s have a time bound trial of rape cases. Let us have no mercy petitions for this punishment. Let us just act the way we would like to act for once in the life of this pathetic democracy of ours. You can even hold the pincers, while the doctor chops the dick off. You can be right there, to assist the doctor, when he removes the balls of the rapist. We can all see the look of remorse – oh that final feeling of defeat! Of despair!
You say it’s an eye for an eye? We should try to educate them, humanize them? Please take your educated rant elsewhere. I don’t care if you think that this is the very sort of animal behaviour that the rapists indulge in. If that is the case, I am more than happy to indulge in this animal behaviour. For when one of the country’s women is raped, she too is subjected to an animal behaviour. And you are not at the receiving end of it. You do not have a dick being thrust six to eight inches inside your body; you don’t have to undergo the terrible shame of gritting your teeth, locking your jaw and bearing the pain. You don’t have those millions of thoughts running through your mind, analysing each and every action of yours that day, trying to figure out where you went wrong.
You don’t have those apologies on your lips even though you know it was not your fault.
Should I really care about the socioeconomic background of the rapist? If he was socially discriminated, did that mean that raping someone would have instantly endeared him to the society? If he was poor, did he think that raping someone would be his big ticket to prosperity? Are you seriously advocating for the people in whose whole thought process, heinous crimes directed against the opposite sex offer the light at the end of the tunnel?
Throw your degrees if that is the case. Burn them. Borrow the kerosene from me if need be. Tear them into a thousand pieces and feed the remains to the open sewer of the locality. Crumple that bit of paper in your fist because its high mindedness has robbed you of your humanity and has instead reduced such crimes as topics of philosophy for you.
I don’t care if you call this mob justice. I don’t care if you call this immoral. Years of waiting for your sense of moral justice have now rendered me inhumane and I won’t wait anymore. Every second that I rely upon you, there is a woman out there who loses her faith in me and my country.
Let’s get the scalpels out.
[box bg=”#fdf78c” color=”#000″]About the author:Â Anshul Kumar Pandey is studying Political Science in University of Delhi. He blogs atÂ http://anshulkumarpandey.