On 23-Dec-2016 In People & Politics
If you trust someone, it means you share a special bond with him or her. But this bond is fragile. Once that faith is lost, it cannot be brought back. And that's where the downfall of a human being begins.Of late, faith in humanity has dwindled. So much so that the first thing being taught to a toddler is to stay away from strangers. And rightly so, as the monsters make our world unsafe. This story is of a woman who fell victim to one such monster. Sara Roebuck, a 25-year-old woman, living in Paris, was sexually assaulted by a man in a nightclub.Let's have a look at the complete story!
Sara was locked in a room and was attacked. The guy used a fire extinguisher to block the door and forced himself on her and attempted to rape her in the small sink of the bathroom. After almost a year, she pens down a letter to her attacker.
Dear individual,"I write to you on this cold December evening, almost one year after you tried to rape me because it’s the first time that I’ve felt strong enough to put pen to paper.I write to you because this afternoon we met again, only the surroundings were not quite the same.Your hands were cuffed behind your back, not sweatily gripped around my body. Your eyes were on the floor, not greedily inches away from my face.We were in the same room, only this time it was my choice and not yours."
"This time, you didn’t succeed in blocking the door with a fire extinguisher and keeping me against my will.This time, the door was closed behind you, by an armed police officer, and within, you found yourself looking at three judges in front of you, and my lawyer to the left of me.I write you this letter knowing you will never read it, because you are about to spend a significant duration of your adult life, as you already have done for the last ten months, in prison."
"But, I must write it nonetheless, for men like you, for women like me, but above all, for my own emancipation.I write to you in order to put onto paper the gravity of what you did, to materialise the story that unfolds, the choices you put down to 'youthful stupidity'. I write this to you, so others and I can look at the words take its ugly form on this page. I write this because I am tired; I am exhausted of stories like this. I want myself and others to understand how and why we as a society still continue to struggle with the poisonous and violent reality of rape, the gravity of sexual assault, the complexity of misogyny, and the patriarchal weight that continues to minimize the role of the rapist and blame the women whose body was snatched from within her own skin."
"I want every man to read this and feel just as sick as the women who have lived through things like this do. I want things to change. I insist that things change."
"You had many psychoanalytical terms and labels thrown at you this afternoon from the belly of the law. Infantile, sickly, deranged, narcissist. Your lack of a father and suffocating mother, the absence of a stable job or decent education, your tendency to lie, to undermine, and furthermore your absolute inability to comprehend the severity of what you did, to understand the clear difference between 'I consent' from 'I do not'."
She is writing a letter to all the victims of rape and sexual assault. She emphasises the need for change in attitudes of the society towards all these.