I wrote this piece in December, in a first rush of inchoate anger; in the time between writing it and its acceptance for publication events marched on rather, and I’ve made some changes to reflect that, but I’ve changed nothing else. It’s not a nice piece of writing, it’s neither kind nor optimistic. It’s nothing like, well, what I write. But I stand by it now, every word.
Written for Ultra Violet, an Indian feminist collective: The Creation of a Narrative Frame: The Delhi Gang Rape and the Mainstream Media (TW for rape and violence)