There are no words today.
Heart and head clouded, numbed in grief and shock.
It is hard to focus on the daily activities, the everyday habitual motions of school drop offs, the laundry, when news from home fills all my waking space.
Heart and head clouded, numbed in grief and shock.
It is hard to focus on the daily activities, the everyday habitual motions of school drop offs, the laundry, when news from home fills all my waking space.
Yesterday's news though was gutting.
May 4th.
A day that will forever be etched in stone.
I was away from home in another continent.
A beautiful day, on a breathtaking hike.
Hell’s Kitchen.
An apt name now that I think of it.
Looking back now at that day, whilst we walked,
the valley and canyon forged through rain and the heat, I am reminded of the
legend behind the name.
The fury of the gods unleashed on an opulent, arrogant family leading to death and destruction.
It is hard to imagine that on that day, even as we
navigated our way through the barrenness and steep inclines, at that very same
moment, a mob of rabid men were parading, mocking, groping, and then committing
horrific, unspeakable acts while those in uniform, who are supposed to serve
and protect, did nothing.
Nothing.
It has taken 77 days and then some, of a video, released
by the perpetrators themselves, for a deaf, mute, and silent governance to finally
wake itself from its self-imposed slumber.
So now, inane banalities, the so-called
expressions of shock and oh yes, let us not forget the whataboutery and the 'but they asked for it', that is the
flavour of the day.
To those who keep harping on about only ‘one
side’, let it be known that nothing, nothing justifies what has happened
and has been happening.
May 5, 2023
Two women (names withheld) in their 20s gangraped and killed, Porompat, Imphal
Their bodies remain in a morgue till date in Imphal.
June 7, 2023
Tonsing Hangshing, suffered a gun shot wound to the head, then burnt alive in the ambulance that he was being carried in, age 7
Meera, his mother (Meitei), burnt alive in the ambulance, age 45
Lydia, his aunt (Meitei), burnt alive in the ambulance, age 37
June 9, 2023
Ms Domkhokhoi, shot inside a church, age 70+
A day that will forever be etched in stone.
A beautiful day, on a breathtaking hike.
Hell’s Kitchen.
An apt name now that I think of it.
The fury of the gods unleashed on an opulent, arrogant family leading to death and destruction.
Nothing.
Two women (names withheld) in their 20s gangraped and killed, Porompat, Imphal
Their bodies remain in a morgue till date in Imphal.
Tonsing Hangshing, suffered a gun shot wound to the head, then burnt alive in the ambulance that he was being carried in, age 7
Meera, his mother (Meitei), burnt alive in the ambulance, age 45
Lydia, his aunt (Meitei), burnt alive in the ambulance, age 37
Ms Domkhokhoi, shot inside a church, age 70+
July 2, 2023
David Thiek, beheaded, the mutilated head stuck on a post, remaining body parts burnt, age 17
Ms. Dongngaihching Hangzo, shot dead outside a school, Imphal, age 63
Anything and everything that was allowed beyond the first 24-48 hours was simply nothing but sheer political non-will, the conscious, deliberate decision to not intervene.
Everything since then has been a direct fall out of that.
Too little and too late.
https://www.telegraphindia.com/north-east/manipur-after-stand-off-with-mob-security-forces-hand-over-12-militants-to-local-leader/cid/1947626
https://youtu.be/VDJnPewUhmU
https://www.telegraphindia.com/north-east/manipur-violence-videos-capture-deliberate-not-heat-of-the-moment-vandalism-of-church/cid/1938614
https://www.thequint.com/news/india/manipur-violence-tapta-meitei-singer-genocide-song-kukis
Time will tell, as it has in these past 77 days.
#speakup #actnow
#SaveManipur
#enough
For Thou art with me,
Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me..
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of my enemies,
Thou anointest my head with oil,
My cup runneth over,
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me,
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever…"
~ Psalm 23
Know you are in eternal rest, where there is no more hate.
DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP
Do not stand
at my grave and weep
I am not
there. I do not sleep.
I am a
thousand winds that blow.
I am the
diamond glints on snow.
I am the
sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the
gentle autumn rain.
When you
awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the
swift uplifting rush
Of quiet
birds in circled flight.
I am the soft
stars that shine at night.
Do not stand
at my grave and cry;
I am not
there. I did not die.
~ Mary Elizabeth Frye
May 4, 2023
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