A NYT columnist tells a story of vengeance (paid link) that’s become all too familiar (thanks, Turbanhead). It’s got overtones of Mirch Masala, Krantiveer and Bandit Queen:

… in the central Indian city of Nagpur… [f]or more than 15 years, the mud alleys of the slum were ruled by a local thug named Akku Yadav. A higher-caste man, he killed, raped and robbed in this community of Dalits… One woman, according to people here, went to the police station to report that she had been gang-raped by Akku Yadav and his goons, and the police raped her.

Neighbors tell how Akku Yadav forced a man to dance naked in front of his teenage daughter. They say that he chopped one woman into pieces in front of her daughter, and that another woman burned herself to death after he and his men gang-raped her…

Usha turned on the gas, grabbed a match and threatened to blow up everyoneWe have the bad guy, now we need the heroine. Usha Narayane, one of the few to leave the slum and get an education, was back home visiting relatives when the gang attacked. What Narayane managed to pull was like walking into a biker war with a hand grenade:

Akku Yadav returned with 40 men and surrounded the Narayane shack. He waved a bottle of acid and threatened to disfigure Usha’s face, and to rape and kill her… Usha turned on the gas, grabbed a match and threatened to blow up everyone if the gang broke into the house…

And finally, the Mirch Masala ending:

Soon a mob burned down Akku Yadav’s house… Hundreds of women marched from the slum to the courthouse. When Akku Yadav showed up, he spotted a woman he had raped and shouted that he would rape her again. She began beating him with her slipper.Women threw chili powder in the faces of Akku Yadav and the police, pulled out knives and took turns stabbing Yadav

Other women pulled out chili powder from their clothes and threw it in the faces of Akku Yadav and the police. As the police fled, scores of women pulled out knives and apparently took turns stabbing Akku Yadav and cutting off his penis. He ended up as mincemeat, and the courtroom walls are still spattered with blood.

The police arrested a handful of women, including Usha, for the murder, but she conveniently could prove that she was not at the courtroom that day. And then the hundreds of women in the slum jointly declared that they had all joined in the killing…

It’s sick that patriarchy and caste discrimination leads to this even today, and it’s even sicker that those who serve and protect are themselves the villains. Of course, the story has an ambivalent ending:

… the police harass her and her career as a hotel manager seems over. She is sure that other members of Akku Yadav’s gang will try to seek revenge by raping and killing her. But, undaunted, she is beginning a new life as a social activist…

If this is what education conveys, the fundamental idea that you have a right and a duty to fight back, then let’s spread a whole lotta edumacation around the subcontinent.

Oh we’re not gonna take it
no, we ain’t gonna take it
oh we’re not gonna take it anymore

Twisted Sister

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