Find your voice against gender violence

This talk begins with a personal story of sexual violence that may be difficult to listen to. But that’s the point, says citizen journalist Meera Vijayann: Speaking out on tough, taboo topics is the spark for change. Vijayann uses digital media to speak honestly about her experience of gender violence in her home country of India — and calls on others to speak out too.

Talking about empowerment is odd,

because when we talk about empowerment,

what affects us most are the stories.

So I want to begin with an everyday story.

What is it really like to be a young woman in India?

Now, I've spent the last 27 years of my life

in India, lived in three small towns,

two major cities,

and I've had several experiences.

When I was seven,

a private tutor who used to come home

to teach me mathematics molested me.

He would put his hand up my skirt.

He put his hand up my skirt and told me

he knew how to make me feel good.

At 17, a boy from my high school

circulated an email

detailing all the sexually aggressive things

he could do to me

because I didn't pay attention to him.

At 19, I helped a friend

whose parents had forcefully
married her to an older man

escape an abusive marriage.

At 21, when my friend and I were walking

down the road one afternoon,

a man pulled down his pants

and masturbated in front of us.

We called people for help, and nobody came.

At 25, when I was walking home one evening,

two men on a motorcycle attacked me.

I spent two nights in the hospital

recovering from trauma and injuries.

So throughout my life, I've seen women —

family, friends, colleagues —

live through these experiences,

and they seldom talk about it.

So in simple words, life in India is not easy.

But today I'm not going to talk to you about this fear.

I'm going to talk to you about an interesting path

of learning that this fear took me on.

So, what happened one night in December 2012

changed my life.

So a young girl, a 23-year-old student,

boarded a bus in Delhi with her male friend.

There were six men on the bus, young men

who you might encounter every day in India,

and the chilling account of what followed

was played over and over again

in the Indian and international media.

This girl was raped repeatedly,

forcefully penetrated with a blunt rod,

beaten, bitten, and left to die.

Her friend was gagged, attacked,

and knocked unconscious.

She died on the 29th of December.

And at a time when most of us here

were preparing to welcome the new year,

India plunged into darkness.

For the first time in our history,

men and women in Indian cities

woke up to the horrific truth

about the true state of women in the country.

Now, like many other young women,

I was absolutely terrified.

I couldn't believe that something like this

could happen in a national capital.

I was angry and I was frustrated,

but most of all, I felt utterly, completely helpless.

But really, what do you do, right?

Some write blogs, some ignore it,

some join protests.

I did all of it. In fact, that was what everyone was doing

two years ago.

So the media was filled with stories about

all the horrific deeds

that Indian men are capable of.

They were compared to animals,

sexually repressed beasts.

In fact, so alien and unthinkable was this event

in an Indian mind

that the response from the Indian media,

public and politicians proved one point:

No one knew what to do.

And no one wanted to be responsible for it.

In fact, these were a few insensitive comments

which were made in the media

by prominent people

in response to sexual violence
against women in general.

So the first one is made by a member of parliament,

the second one is made by a spiritual leader,

and the third one was actually
the defendants' lawyer

when the girl was fighting for her life

and she passed away.

Now, as a woman watching this day after day,

I was tired.

So as a writer and gender activist,

I have written extensively on women,

but this time, I realized it was different,

because a part of me realized

I was a part of that young woman too,

and I decided I wanted to change this.

So I did something spontaneous, hasty.

I logged on to a citizen journalism platform

called iReport,

and I recorded a video talking about

what the scene was like in Bangalore.

I talked about how I felt,

I talked about the ground realities,

and I talked about the frustrations of living in India.

In a few hours, the blog was shared widely,

and comments and thoughts poured in

from across the world.

In that moment, a few things occurred to me.

One, technology was always at hand

for many young women like me.

Two, like me, most young women

hardly use it to express their views.

Three, I realized for the first time

that my voice mattered.

So in the months that followed,

I covered a trail of events in Bangalore

which had no space in the mainstream news.

In Cubbon Park, which is a big park in Bangalore,

I gathered with over 100 others

when groups of young men came forward

to wear skirts to prove that clothing

does not invite rape.

When I reported about these events,

I felt I had charge, I felt like I had a channel

to release all the emotions I had inside me.

I attended the town hall march

when students held up signs saying

"Kill them, hang them."

"You wouldn't do this to your mothers or sisters."

I went to a candlelight vigil

where citizens gathered together

to talk about the issue of sexual violence openly,

and I recorded a lot of blogs

in response to how worrying the situation was

in India at that point.

["I am born with sisters and cousin who now live in cities and abroad but they never talk to me or complain about their daily difficulties like you say"]

Now, the reactions confused me.

While supportive comments poured
in from across the world,

as did vicious ones.

So some called me a hypocrite.

Some called me a victim, a rape apologist.

Some even said I had a political motive.

But this one comment kind of describes

what we are discussing here today.

But I was soon to learn that this was not all.

As empowered as I felt

with the new liberty that this

citizen journalism channel gave me,

I found myself in an unfamiliar situation.

So sometime last August, I logged onto Facebook

and I was looking through my news feed,

and I noticed there was a link

that was being shared by my friends.

I clicked on the link; it led me back

to a report uploaded by an American girl

called Michaela Cross.

The report was titled,

"India: The story you never wanted to hear."

And in this report, she recounted her firsthand

account of facing sexual harassment in India.

She wrote, "There is no way to prepare for the eyes,

the eyes that every day stared

with such entitlement at my body,

with no change of expression

whether I met their gaze or not.

Walking to the fruit seller's or the tailor's,

I got stares so sharp

that they sliced away bits of me piece by piece."

She called India a traveler's
heaven and a woman's hell.

She said she was stalked, groped,

and masturbated at.

Now, late that evening, the report went viral.

It was on news channels across the world.

Everyone was discussing it.

It had over a million views,

a thousand comments and shares,

and I found myself witnessing

a very similar thing.

The media was caught in this vicious cycle

of opinion and outburst

and no outcome whatsoever.

So that night, as I sat wondering

how I should respond,

I found myself filled with doubt.

You see, as a writer, I approached this issue

as an observer,

as an Indian, I felt embarrassment and disbelief,

and as an activist, I looked
at it as a defender of rights,

but as a citizen journalist,

I suddenly felt very vulnerable.

I mean, here she was, a young woman

who was using a channel to talk about

her experience just as I was,

and yet I felt unsettled.

You see, no one ever tells you

that true empowerment comes from giving yourself

the permission to think and act.

Empowerment is often made to sound as if

it's an ideal, it's a wonderful outcome.

When we talk about empowerment, we often

talk about giving people access to materials,

giving them access to tools.

But the thing is, empowerment is an emotion.

It's a feeling.

The first step to empowerment

is to give yourself the authority,

the key to independent will,

and for women everywhere,

no matter who we are or where we come from,

that is the most difficult step.

We fear the sound of our own voice,

for it means admission, but it is this that gives us

the power to change our environment.

Now in this situation where I was faced

with so many different kinds of realities,

I was unsure how to judge,

because I didn't know what it would mean for me.

I feared to judge because I
didn't know what it would be

if I didn't support the same view as this girl.

I didn't know what it would mean for me

if I was challenging someone else's truth.

But yet, it was simple.

I had to make a decision:

Should I speak up or should I stay quiet?

So after a lot of thought,

I recorded a video blog in response,

and I told Michaela, well,

there are different sides to India,

and I also tried to explain

that things would be okay

and I expressed my regret for what she had faced.

And a few days later, I was invited to talk

on air with her,

and for the first time, I reached out to this girl

who I had never met, who was so far away,

but yet I felt so close to.

Since this report came to light,

more young people than ever

were discussing sexual harassment on the campus,

and the university that Michaela belonged to

gave her the assistance she needed.

The university even took measures

to train its students to equip them

with the skills that they need

to confront challenges such as harassment,

and for the first the time, I felt I wasn't alone.

You see, if there's anything that I've learned

as an active citizen journalist

over the past few years,

it is our dire lack as a society to actively find

avenues where our voices can be heard.

We don't realize that when we are standing up,

we are not just standing up as individuals,

we are standing up for our communities,

our friends, our peers.

Most of us say that women are denied their rights,

but the truth is, oftentimes,

women deny themselves these rights.

In a recent survey in India,

95 percent of the women who work in I.T.,

aviation, hospitality and call centers,

said they didn't feel safe returning home alone

after work in the late hours or in the evening.

In Bangalore, where I come from,

this number is 85 percent.

In rural areas in India,

if anything is to go by the recent

gang rapes in Badaun and acid attacks in Odisha

and Aligarh are supposed to go by,

we need to act really soon.

Don't get me wrong,

the challenges that women will face

in telling their stories is real,

but we need to start pursuing

and trying to identify mediums

to participate in our system

and not just pursue the media blindly.

Today, more women than ever

are standing up and questioning

the government in India,

and this is a result of that courage.

There is a sixfold increase in women

reporting harassment,

and the government passed

the Criminal Law (Amendment) Act in 2013

to protect women against sexual assault.

As I end this talk,

I just want to say

that I know a lot of us in this room have our secrets,

but let us speak up.

Let us fight the shame and talk about it.

It could be a platform, a community,

your loved one, whoever or whatever you choose,

but let us speak up.

The truth is, the end to this problem

begins with us.

Thank you.

(Applause)