I was moved to tears yesterday upon learning of the murder of a beautiful University of Virginia (UVA) senior, female lacrosse player. A greatly accomplished athlete and academic, she seemed to have nothing but a bright future ahead of her. Instead, she met her untimely death at the hands of a violent and angry ex-boyfriend. Also a UVA athlete and student, he is currently the leading suspect in her murder case and he has been charged with first degree murder. Perhaps this news emotionally moved me because it struck so close to home. Her murder took place in the building across the street where I lived as a 3rd year student at the University of Virginia.
Perhaps I was also emotionally drawn into this story given my most recent post, Valuing Life and Death, in which some of the very same questions I explored in that post seemed to resurface upon reading this tragic story. If he did in fact "murder" her, even if "accidentally," as claimed by his defense attorney, how could he have been so passionately caught up in the moment to essentially be delivering death blows to a girl he was once intimately involved with? How could his sense of right and wrong be so easily forsaken in the face of anger? Did he realize she was dead when he left the scene of the crime? Or did his conscious take over at a certain point and he got scared and fled the scene while she was still alive and she could have potentially been saved? What point was he trying to make anyway? How is this fair? Why did a bright young girl with a bright future ahead of her have to die so young? Likely most of the questions I pose here will never be answered. And even if "answered" in the courtroom, we will never know how far from the truth the story will grow to become.
My heart goes out to the family of this girl who now must grapple with some of these existential questions while grieving her loss. There is something wholly unnatural about a mother having to bury a child. But also, my heart goes out to this young boy and his family. His life will forever be changed. One passionate moment gone wrong (or right, depending on his motives) will be riddled with consequences that will chase him for the rest of his life, regardless of the outcome in the courtroom.
In cases like this, I think we tend to look for patterns, in part to create sense in this sometimes senseless world and to convince ourselves of our immunity to such tragedy. The media painted him as a young man with a temper, paying great attention to one alcohol-fueled episode of threats of violence against an arresting female police officer. In 2008, he is said to have verbally threatened this officer with a litany of racial, sexual, and other vulgar terms, saying among other things, "I'll kill you. I'll kill all of y'all. I'm not going to jail." Perhaps that act demonstrated a propensity towards violence, perhaps not. Attempts to create a telling pattern of this young man's inclination towards such untold violence (as surely the criminal prosecuters in this case will do) provide the security necessary to cope with this sometimes senseless world, but more importantly allow us to defend our own sense of judgement of character. I would certainly never fall victim to an angry, violent prone partner. Right? Hindsight is 20-20.
At the end of the day, perhaps it is not so clear what distinguishes those who are able to stay on the "right" side of the fine line between checked and unchecked anger or demonstrations of "machismo". We all know what it feels like to be angry and to feel an inclination towards violence, but what is it that keeps our emotions and anger in check? In her book, It's Our Turn to Eat, Michela Wrong, provocatively suggests that perhaps deep down there is no distinction, we are all capable of such violence, "Evil lies dormant, like a smouldering ember, in the human soul, and it can be fanned into flame by the most ordinary human passions – the passion for power, for wealth, for a good life for myself and my family.”
In either case, I think that perhaps what is most surprising about this episode is that the victim here was an educated, empowered young woman, who presumably knew her rights, had a strong support network, and knew that she did not deserve to be threatened or beaten by her partner, while the suspect is an upwardly mobile, accomplished young boy with seemingly everything going for him. That is to say -- in the words of the Washington Post -- both were children of privilege from the lacrosse fields of affluent suburbia, on the verge of graduating from the public Ivy in Charlottesville. We may expect this of others, you know "those types", but certainly not of those hailing from a suburban white picket fence world about to be conferred degrees from one of America's most prestigious public universities.
Here in Tanzania, gender-based violence is a huge issue, one that takes many forms, including physical, sexual, psychological, and economic violence. Here, this problem disproportionately affects women over men, to the point that the term “gender-based violence” is often used interchangeably with the term “violence against women.” Gender norms and social and economic inequities that give privilege to men over women are the main causes for blame. Women have little influence over household decisions, in fact, women and girls often need permission from their husbands to even leave the home and to conduct work outside of domestic responsibilities. Also, educational and economic opportunities for women here pale in comparison to those of their male counterparts. For example, families in rural areas of very limited means often prioritize the education of sons over daughters, and daughters become work hands on the family farm or around the home. This leaves women with few financial resources to leave abusive situations and still provide for their families, heightening their vulnerability to forms of gender-based violence and domestic abuse.
However, despite its prevalence, gender-based violence continues to be a grotesquely underreported reality for women and girls in Tanzania. Because these practices are not openly talked about, treatment or support from authorities is rarely sought. Instead, violence is seen as an acceptable means of resolving family conflicts, or in other words, “punishing” or “educating” women for behaviors considered unacceptable. Many in Tanzania view rape as acceptable behavior for men and boys, including forced sex within marriage, which is not criminalized by the law and is not considered as rape by males. Rather wives are expected to provide sex to husbands, and both men and women here acknowledge that wives who refuse sex can expect to be beaten and/or raped.
Despite being a world away, in a wholly different cultural, economic, and empowered state, this UVA girl found herself subjected to the same violence many women here in Tanzania accept as their reality and fate. This is truly tragic.
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References:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/05/04/AR2010050402215.html
Betron, Myra. Gender-Based Violence in Tanzania: An Assessment of Policies, Services, and Promising Interventions. USAID: Health Policy Initiative. November 2008.
Showing posts with label justice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label justice. Show all posts
May 7, 2010
May 5, 2010
Valuing Life and Death.
The other day Andrei and I were headed back into Dar following a careless afternoon lounging on our favorite beach just south of the city. This spot has won our favor with its totally chill atmosphere, including good music, good people, good food, and an all around good vibe. En route home, we saw a huge pack of people shouting and carrying about approximately 10 yards ahead of our car. As we passed, we quickly realized this was not simply a shouting match, but rather an angry and violent mob lynching against a young man. I was embarrassingly naive enough to think this was a mere egotistical demonstration of might amongst some immature village kids who were none the wiser, a fight that may result in a few bruises and bumps but certainly nothing worse. I was wrong. We witnessed someone being killed before our very eyes, worse yet, we even saw someone running into the mob with a lead pipe, and we were completely powerless to stop it or do anything about it.
We quickly learned his transgression was a cell phone theft. The reactions, as we tried to get to the bottom of this story, were very nonchalant, "meh, it happens all the time here," "people are fed up with crime and theft." But where are the police in all of this, I probed. "They will come later to collect the body" was the apathetic response. Trying to make sense of this all, I ran this story by a few wazungus at a dinner party one night, one person quickly shamed my sense of surprise about the whole incident, "In my few years here," he said, "I have seen at least 10 village lynchings, one time over stealing a chicken from someone's yard."
Andrei and I both experienced very visceral reactions to this incident, but in markedly different ways. Andrei was stunned by the fleeting nature of life and how arbitrary the rules of life and death seem to be. I was stunned by the rules of mob justice, or rather, the lack thereof. I still cannot wrap my mind around being so passionately caught up in something to actually be delivering deadly blows to another person, especially with respect to something as minor as the theft of a cell phone. At what point does the human consciousness get overtaken by the rules of mob justice? How can a sense of right and wrong, the difference between life and death, be so easily eclisped?
Interestingly, in the Tropic of Cancer, Henry Miller pondered some of these very same questions,
"There's something more involved--not just manhood perhaps, but will. It's like a man in the trenches again: he doesn't know any more why he should go on living, because if he escapes now he'll only be caught later, but he goes on just the same, and even though he has the soul of a cockroach and has admitted as much to himself, give him a gun or a knife or even just his bare nails, and he'll go on slaughtering and slaughtering, he'd slaughter a million men rather than stop and ask himself why."
A recent headline in the BBC world news page caught my attention, "Barbaric killing of murder suspect by Lebanese mob." The story went on to describe an investigation by Lebanese officials into a lynching by angry villagers of an Egyptian man accused of killing a local couple and their two grandsons. The "facts" of this case as reported by BBC were indeed gruesome. Following his alleged confession, the Egyptian man, eventually to be murdered by this mob of angry villagers, was apparently leading police officers through the events preceding his crime when dozens of villagers dragged him away from police custody and began beating him with sticks and knives. The police managed to rescue him and usher him to safety at a nearby hospital, thwarting this mob reaction, only for the crowd to later break in to the hospital's intensive care unit, drag him out and continue to beat him. After the crowd killed him, they stripped him down to his underpants, drove his body through the village streets on the hood of a car, and then hung his lifeless body from a pole in the village center while onlookers chanted "God is Great!" Following his gruesome and public death, the army was finally able to intervene and take his body away.
The words sprinkled throughout this BBC article were telling of some reactionary differences between here and there. "Officials condemned the action by villagers as 'barbaric'," "vigilante action was 'extremely dangerous',""nothing can justify this type of reaction,""horrible crime," and "No state of law can condone what happened."
I do not include this story to make light of the situation in Lebanon, nor to compare the gravity of the alleged killing of four people, including two children, to the theft of the cell phone, but the reactions to each case bring up some compelling questions. Why in one circumstance does the lynching case warrant investigation, where in the other not? What is the value of life, and death for that matter? And why does a death by a lynch mob in one part of the world merit a grabbing headline in a world renown media outlet while in the other blithe and tired indifference?
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References:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/8654604.stm
Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer
We quickly learned his transgression was a cell phone theft. The reactions, as we tried to get to the bottom of this story, were very nonchalant, "meh, it happens all the time here," "people are fed up with crime and theft." But where are the police in all of this, I probed. "They will come later to collect the body" was the apathetic response. Trying to make sense of this all, I ran this story by a few wazungus at a dinner party one night, one person quickly shamed my sense of surprise about the whole incident, "In my few years here," he said, "I have seen at least 10 village lynchings, one time over stealing a chicken from someone's yard."
Andrei and I both experienced very visceral reactions to this incident, but in markedly different ways. Andrei was stunned by the fleeting nature of life and how arbitrary the rules of life and death seem to be. I was stunned by the rules of mob justice, or rather, the lack thereof. I still cannot wrap my mind around being so passionately caught up in something to actually be delivering deadly blows to another person, especially with respect to something as minor as the theft of a cell phone. At what point does the human consciousness get overtaken by the rules of mob justice? How can a sense of right and wrong, the difference between life and death, be so easily eclisped?
Interestingly, in the Tropic of Cancer, Henry Miller pondered some of these very same questions,
"There's something more involved--not just manhood perhaps, but will. It's like a man in the trenches again: he doesn't know any more why he should go on living, because if he escapes now he'll only be caught later, but he goes on just the same, and even though he has the soul of a cockroach and has admitted as much to himself, give him a gun or a knife or even just his bare nails, and he'll go on slaughtering and slaughtering, he'd slaughter a million men rather than stop and ask himself why."
A recent headline in the BBC world news page caught my attention, "Barbaric killing of murder suspect by Lebanese mob." The story went on to describe an investigation by Lebanese officials into a lynching by angry villagers of an Egyptian man accused of killing a local couple and their two grandsons. The "facts" of this case as reported by BBC were indeed gruesome. Following his alleged confession, the Egyptian man, eventually to be murdered by this mob of angry villagers, was apparently leading police officers through the events preceding his crime when dozens of villagers dragged him away from police custody and began beating him with sticks and knives. The police managed to rescue him and usher him to safety at a nearby hospital, thwarting this mob reaction, only for the crowd to later break in to the hospital's intensive care unit, drag him out and continue to beat him. After the crowd killed him, they stripped him down to his underpants, drove his body through the village streets on the hood of a car, and then hung his lifeless body from a pole in the village center while onlookers chanted "God is Great!" Following his gruesome and public death, the army was finally able to intervene and take his body away.
The words sprinkled throughout this BBC article were telling of some reactionary differences between here and there. "Officials condemned the action by villagers as 'barbaric'," "vigilante action was 'extremely dangerous',""nothing can justify this type of reaction,""horrible crime," and "No state of law can condone what happened."
I do not include this story to make light of the situation in Lebanon, nor to compare the gravity of the alleged killing of four people, including two children, to the theft of the cell phone, but the reactions to each case bring up some compelling questions. Why in one circumstance does the lynching case warrant investigation, where in the other not? What is the value of life, and death for that matter? And why does a death by a lynch mob in one part of the world merit a grabbing headline in a world renown media outlet while in the other blithe and tired indifference?
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References:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/8654604.stm
Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer
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