…ten that this life we lead is temporary, and life can change in an instant, and we have no control. I had forgotten that we needed to find joy in our every day life because life is indeed fleeting. We must find joy and humanity whenever possible. That finding joy in hardship is a form of radical resistance and that is a form of worship.
We saw the rapists. We fed them. We tied a raakhi on their wrists. We voted for them, we made them godmen, we made them policemen, we made them judges and journalists, we went to see the movies and art they made in which we were raped and burned alive for the visual splendor, we were angry as a nation when the occasional one was finally punished for a crime, we married them and protected them and stayed silent when they broke our bones. We loved them.
…tion of a system that refuses to change is bringing awareness to the system’s faults and flaws. So, I set out to collect narratives of experiences of bullying in medicine to try to bring a face to this otherwise ambiguous plague.