As much we celebrate Taruna Ashwani, we need to know the names and faces of the culprits. For it is not about the shamed but about the shamer, not about the victim but the abuser abuser. Not about the raped, but about the rapist. It is not enough to applaud Taruna, for the job is but half done as yet. We need to find out the Mr. Kevin John. The person, and the psyche. The psyche which is – perhaps – not as singular as the person himself. The psyche, that males share in numbers. By races. By generations. The psyche – of entitlement and ownership. The psyche – of audacity and threats. The psyche – of being able to buy females across the counter with the currency of fear and shame. The psyche!
And once we hunt down the psyche that he shares with so many more of his clan across geography and age, we need to trap that. We need to trap that, as we set the girls free. Free to choose, and free to free herself of shame nevertheless. Free to stand up, and give it back. Free to arise. The lights must refocus, the shame equation must reverse itself. The tables – after all – must turn!
Thank you Taruna! Together we will turn the tables, and that someday will hold your hand and come upon us soon.