This text references rape, torture, and homicide.
We begin the week in Kenya, the place on Monday, Dickson Ndiema reportedly purchased a can of petrol, poured it over his girlfriend, Olympic long-distance runner Rebecca Cheptegei, after which set her alight.
Later that day, a trial begins in France. Dominique Pélicot has pleaded responsible to drugging his spouse, Gisèle Pélicot, and alluring greater than 80 males to rape her over the course of a decade. Gisèle, who waived her proper to anonymity to make sure that “no woman suffers this” sooner or later, has been described by one newspaper as taking “public revenge” on her husband and the boys who attacked her.
Whereas one other media outlet refers to her as a “gang-raped wife”, Gisèle has been reminded by the choose to make use of the phrases “sex scene” moderately than rape when describing one of many males who attacked her whereas she slept, to guard the accused’s presumption of innocence. When describing one other man who allegedly attacked her, she stated, “One who was HIV-positive came six times. Not once did my husband express any concern about my health.” After studying of the assaults, Gisèle found she had 4 sexually transmitted ailments.
On Thursday, we discovered that Rebecca Cheptegei’s organs failed – and that she died in agony.
I wish to look away, however I am unable to.
I scroll via X, shamefully determined not to consider Rebecca or Gisèle. I see a video of a lady being lashed in public by a Taliban official in Afghanistan. I see that Christiana Idowu, a 21-year-old scholar, has reportedly been kidnapped and killed in Nigeria. I see stay updates of the ‘Kolkata rape case’ in India, the place attorneys are inspecting the circumstances surrounding the rape and homicide of a 32-year-old trainee physician on the hospital the place she labored. I keep in mind that within the rapid aftermath of her homicide, searches for movies of the crime reportedly spiked on pornography websites.
I wish to see these tales as remoted incidents, however I am unable to.
I get up fascinated by Bebe King, Elsie Dot Stancombe, and Alice Dasilva Aguiar, three little ladies who had been stabbed and killed by a person at a Taylor Swift-themed yoga and dance workshop in Southport. Or about Carol Hunt and two of her daughters, Louise and Hannah, who had been shot with a crossbow by a person of their house in Hertfordshire. As I write these phrases, I get a information alert {that a} man has been arrested on suspicion of killing Khasha Smith, a younger girl who hasn’t been seen since October 2023.
The burden of the previous couple of years of reporting on male violence towards ladies hangs over me – and I really feel responsible that I am not capable of bear it. My ideas usually return to the male violence I’ve skilled, specifically, the way in which one man’s curiosity turned to ecstasy as he attacked me. I am unable to get the picture out of my head.
After which I really feel responsible for making different ladies’s ache and demise all about me.
