On Wednesday night, tens of thousands of people marched in the American city of Kolkata to rally the assault and the murder of a apprentice doctor next week.
The protest, generally led by women, demanded justice for the 31-year-old survivor who worked at the RG Kar Medical College. On Friday, she was cruelly attacked, causing rallies and outcry in the entire nation.
Devalina Bose, 27, a medical volunteer, claimed she was hurt and angry because of what transpired between her and her coworker.
Devalina is described in her own words below.
What happened to the sufferer has left me traumatized. I challenge to sleep at night.
I keep thinking about how only three weeks prior, I had snagged for a short while in a place that was only a few feet from the location of the rape and murder.
After being on my foot for days, I was exhausted that evening and wanted to take a nap. But the room did n’t have a lock and so I could n’t bolt the door shut.
I was alone in the chamber and, for a minute, I worried about my health.
But finally I got the idea out of my mind because I told myself that my coworkers were close by and that little unintended may possibly occur to me in a hospital.
But now, I do n’t feel this way anymore.
Every time I’m on shift, I catch myself looking over my shoulder, scanning the room for unsafe faces, voices … I do n’t know what I’m looking for but I’m always on the edge.
What happened to her is simply unbelievable. How may a doctor who was on duty be subjected to such horrifying conditions? But horrible?
Physicians save person’s life. They give folks a second lease on life, maybe even a third.
But last night, I joined all my colleagues on the street. Because they were concerned about my safety, my parents did n’t want me to march.
But I told them to inspire me rather because women have the right to be out in the streets at night and feel secure.
People have the freedom to travel wherever they choose, do whatever they want, and not be concerned about their health. We have the same straight to the day as everyone else.
That’s why I joined the rally. To promote this concept and make people believe it, know it, and accept it.
I saw so many individuals, of all ages, join in the protest.
There were several generations of women out in the streets- mothers, parents, sons- holding placards, candles, shouting slogans for fairness and shift. Some were silently moving on, apparently trying to soak it all in.
My medical personnel and women professors were likewise protesting.
People from the apartment I reside in likewise took part in a march that our world had organized.
I always imagined people would take part in a protest in the night for the first time.
I thought it was but specific and so strong.
Even though I only attended one opposition march, I felt connected to the thousands of rallies taking place together across the state as I walked along with my feminine friends.
Other people’s friends showed me films of their rallies. I shared my photos and videos.
In those few occasions, we all felt related- united in our frustration and desire for change.
I believe that this affair has caused a lot of rage and affected so many people.
Usually in our society, some people tend to blame the target. Why was she out with a man, they ask? or ‘ why was she wearing that costume?’ or ‘ why was she out at that minute in the evening?’
In any case, it is repulsive to hold a lady responsible for the boy’s actions. Many of us are presently pondering who may bear the blame.
It’s time we as a nation took a step back and asked ourselves this question: whose sin is murder, really?
As told to Cherylann Mollan
Devalina objected to the use of her picture in this article.