There are times when the bite of anger is so real and so piercing, that my only response is to rant and write.
On December 16th in New Delhi, India a 23-year-old female physiotherapy student was gang raped.
Today she died of the injuries sustained during that rape.
And I am in a blind rage. I rage at the men – the perpetrators of this act. I rage at the police, the collaborators by making the woman feel as though she was in the wrong, I rage at a world that allows this to happen. I grow sick as I think of the event, nauseated as I hear her screams in my mind.
More than anything I weep. I’ve been following the story, desperately hoping for a good outcome, desperately praying for a miracle.
But early morning in a hospital in Singapore where she was flown to receive treatment this woman, this young woman student with her life ahead of her, died, surrounded by her family.
I am caught once again between two worlds – the world I see around me shouts of evil, sin, broken systems, political oppression, power, rape, horror; the other world whispers that we are made for something so much better, created for so much more, made in the image of God to glorify Him.
My Christmas tree twinkles bright lights, Oxford carols are playing on a near broken CD player, I try and shield myself from the horror I feel.
And my blind rage is because I feel caught between these two, knowing I am not innocent myself, longing for wrong to be made right, wishing that this woman was home safe eating a curry with her family. And I wonder did the love of God reach down to her particular Hell?
They say she died “peacefully”.
- Indian Rape Victim Dies in Hospital (world.time.com)