image from My Modern Met
On December 16th, a 23-year-old Indian paramedic student was beaten up, tortured and raped on a bus by six men in Delhi, India. The torture included the insertion of an iron rod into her body as the bus drove around Delhi. She was then stripped of her clothing and thrown out of the bus along with her male friend, who was also badly beaten up. She had boarded the bus with her friend after returning from a movie, thinking it was a city transit bus. The bus apparently was a private bus that had been taken for a joyride by the six men. "Damini" as the victim came to be known, was admitted to Delhi's Safdarjung Hospital along with her friend, the same night. After a valiant struggle, she was transferred to Mount Elizabeth Hospital in Singapore where she died on December 29th, unable to overcome the massive internal injuries she sustained. She is in the arms of the angel, and is no longer suffering, but she leaves behind a nation angered to the core and outraged at the brutal viciousness of this crime, a nation that is rallying for justice and also for the much needed social change that has historically been ignored by its patriarchal society and its government. May her death not have been in vain.
This is for you, Damini, and for every other female who has been victimized by violence. Our hearts weep for you, and we will never forget the ordeal you have suffered. Rest in peace.
In the Arms of The Angel (Sarah MacLachlan)
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance
For the break that will make it ok
There's always some reason to feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction oh beautiful release
Memories seep from my veins
They may be empty and weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of an Angel fly away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference, escaping one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness
That brings me to my knees
In the arms of the Angel far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie
In the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here
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