Yeah, it is that time of year. It is that time of year where
singers spend endless hours in the frigid cold caroling for senior citizens. It
is that time of year where the average Joe donates a couple dollars to the
Salvation Army. It is that time of year
where children are warmly wrapped in an abundance of clothing. It is that time
of year where whole families can join together and give thanks for their peace,
tranquility, and safety. Well, at least this is what this time of year is
supposed to be out. But this time of year has not been that typical winter
season we all imagine. I wish I could maintain that romantic ideal of winter
and sing “It’s the season to be jolly, falalalala”. But how can I do so when it
is simply not true?
A couple days ago my mother and I were
blissfully shopping for a New Year’s party dress when we came across a close
family friend. We engaged in small talk until he asked “Hey, did u hear about
that news story? You know, the gang rape case?” Of course, I was too engrossed
in my own little world to realize what was happening in the world. At once I
wanted to know what had happened. Our family friend described that a gang
raping had happened to a girl. After the rape had occurred, the woman was
beaten and left to die on the street. On December 29th, she passed
away at a Singapore hospital.
After
listening to this terrible occurrence, I went back to my state-of-mind that I
had a couple of weeks ago. After the elementary school shooting, I somewhat
lost faith in society. But then I got over those brutalities, and looked at
that period as a bad time. Then, this murder occurred. Despite comparing our
status to the treatment of people in history and claiming that we have improved
lives, nothing has really changed. Sure, maybe we have more technology and more
ease in certain daily tasks. Maybe we have longer life expectancies. Maybe we have several literate persons in this
world. But if these brutalities do not seize, we have not advanced.
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| Damini |
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