This is what Patriarchal Indian state makes even well known author, activist and now an actor Meena Kandasamy go through... Think about the plight of women not having this sort of access... Stand in solidarity with the Braveheart. Happy New Year to everyone on my timeline. I write this to you with sadness, and in agitation, but hoping that sharing this with the world will in some way make things easier for me and let me realize that I am not alone in this. Dharmaraja Gunasekaran was the man I was married to (between September 2011 until I walked out on January 10, 2012 owing to domestic violence, abuse and marital rape). For those who are not already aware of the background of that story, the link below is my first person testimony. Please read it to get an idea of the man he is. Dharmaraja has now gone ahead and managed to get FIR No. 822/2014 dated 30 December 2014 under Sections 147, 323 and 506 of the Indian Penal Code filed against my father Dr. Kandasamy. This FIR was filed in the Rajapalayam police station based on a complaint from Dharmaraja that my father along with 5 people beat him up on the 29th of December at 8.30 pm in Rajapalayam. Now, to revisit the history of this last week. My partner/boyfriend Cédric Gégé arrived in India on the early morning hours of 28 December. Me, my dad and my sis picked him up from the airport. After GeGe caught up with his jet lag, the family spent the day together, hanging out having fun and so on. The next day, 29 December. as Madras was under the maddest rainfall ever, we stayed indoors the entire day until a friend of the family, came to visit us. We spent time together, and afterwards in the afternoon, I and GeGe went and visited Comrade Nallakannu along with our friend. We returned home at about 6 in the evening and we all had a family dinner: me, GeGe, my sis, my dad, my mom. We stayed up together, talking, catching up and so on. We ate the leftovers of a fish curry, my mothers special delicacy and called it a night. The next day I and GeGe had to catch the 6.20 Indigo flight to Kochi. So we had to get up super early and my dad called a driver for his car and he came with us and dropped us off at the airport in the wee hours, about 4 a.m. or so. He then went back home, and once we reached Kochi, I called my dad at 7.30 or so on the landline and told him that we were safely in Kochi and headed towards Fort Kochi where we are staying at present. There is NO WAY in the world, unless someone was using a magic carpet, or had cloned himself, that my father could have been in Rajapalayam on the night of this completely imaginary incident. He has worked out and influenced the police to file an entirely fabricated case against my father and the motivation is clearly to hit back at me, victimize me further. I do not believe that the role of the state machinery in filing an FIR without even bothering about the whereabouts of my father is totally innocent either. I do not know where this will end. This is not something that I imagined even in the worst of my dreams. Now, I wake up to the reality that the nightmare of an abusive marriage never ends. Now, I realize that if you are a political dissident, it becomes easy for psychopaths to utilize the corrupt state machinery to repress you in ways that you cannot even contemplate. This is happening even as my case of domestic violence still lies pending in Chennai, a good two years after it was filed, with no recourse to justice for me. A few months ago, Dharmaraja even stopped attending court hearings and the case bundle mysteriously disappeared. On the other hand, he is able to pull the strings so cleverly that a case has been conjured out of thin air. This is the state of police in India. This is the extent to which a wife-beater can get away without any consequences even as he continues to wreak havoc to a woman he has already traumatized beyond repair. I need your support.
Posted on: Sat, 03 Jan 2015 21:18:06 +0000
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