Showing posts with label Brutal Crime. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brutal Crime. Show all posts

Friday, January 06, 2017

They want you to forget...

Just as we're digesting the copious quantities of grilled chicken (or whatever it is that vegetarians binge on) and booze, we have news of 'Rape Night' (aka New Year's eve) pouring in.

The media has done a superfragaliciously fantastic job of saying how Bangalore has become the 'Rape Night' capital of India. Politicians with the foot in mouth disease have been caught having their regular bouts of verbal diarrhea. 

Rape, sexual abuse, sodomy, molestation, outraging the modesty of a person. All words that used to shock our conscience and question the path of our society. Now, we barely twitch a nerve. 

This post isn't about my take on rape. This post, however, is about a pattern I've begun to notice.

  • Everytime something like this is reported (unreported crimes don't qualify for our fanciful outbursts), we have our frenzied mainstream media doing an awesome job spewing the usual rhetoric, shaping our opinions and branding our victims. The media instead of informing us, appoints itself as our collective conscience, jury, and executioner. 
  • Our law enforcement, which should have been the first on the scene, gets caught with its pants down (pun intended), fumbles, stumbles and launches a manhunt/investigation. Some of the more 'foot-in-mouth' diseased in the police brass will release a press statement objectifying women. 
  • Caught unawares, our politicians, for the intense need to remain relevant, will make a statement (insert random statement about 'short dresses/skirts/makeup/lifestyle) that will ruffle the manicured feathers of the Woman's Commission. 
  • The Woman's Commission will demand the resignation of the said police chief/politician. 
  • If the culprit is presumed influential, the cops will bungle up the investigation. Ditto if the victim is poor/not nicely connected/doesn't look like she will be a thorn in the butt in the future/won't make a movie out of the whole shebang. If none of the above, the cops will actually do some average cop-work and arrest the suspects. The media will serve you a hot juicy plate of the 'modus operandi' of the investigation. Down to the last chicken leg. 
  • Having read all of this, we - the 'shocked/dismayed yet concerned' citizens will sigh in relief and kick back on our cushioned recliners. All's well that ends well, eh? 

This is the way our media/politicians/law enforcement want. They are banking on our short-term memories about heinous crimes. When crimes like this are reported, it is but a speck in their eyes. An inconsequential bug in their windshields. Nearly all of the agencies involved will try to sneak a potshot at eachother. It's almost like some 40-year-old marriages. You know you hate eachother, but you still need eachother to survive. 
They will move heaven and earth to do just enough to satiate our thirst for salacious details but not enough to curb the crime. They want you to forget.

In an ideal world, the media must be gagged and prevented from whipping up mob justice. 
The media mustn't be allowed to spew opinions. 
Law enforcement should be motivated enough to do whatever it takes to solve crimes like this, and learn how from past crimes. They should let their work speak for themselves. 
Politicians should simply shut the fuck up. Period. 

India being India, we shouldn't expect cops to police (and not be corrupt). 

  • How many of you homeowners out here, will give a decent house to single women without setting a gazillion terms and conditions? 
  • How many of you parents know where your sons are, who they are with and what they are upto? 
  • How many of your parents have encouraged their daughters to learn self-defense courses like Krav Maaga? 
  • How many of you men out here will not give a second glance when you see a girl in skirt on the streets?
  • How many of you men out here will not download and watch scandalous MMS clips of girls being raped/filmed without their knowledge?
  • How many of you women out here know your rights and have reported crimes that happened to you/someone you know?
I have more questions that will make you squirm but you get the drift, right?

But then this is not endemic to India.
Barring the nordic region and a few countries in Europe, I doubt if women are any safer elsewhere. There are more unreported rapes in the West/Middle East/East than what they'd like us to believe. 
In Japan, young women are groped and raped in over-crowded trains on a daily basis. The crime is so popular that they even have a genre ('Rape Train Porn') for it.  
Underage rape is so popular in the US, that it is a billion dollar industry where young girls are dressed in bridal wear for their customers. Blacks and latinos aren't left out in the rape fantasy either. 
We wax eloquently about how strict rape laws are in the ME, but more women (with or without burqas) are raped every single day than in India. And if you have the gall to report, then you can be sure to be thrown in jail

Rape isn't an Indian thing. A lady isn't raped because she is wearing a particular outfit. Just because you don't hear it or see it, doesn't mean it isn't happening. 
In an earlier post, I'd written about how I think rapists must be punished - 
'I don't think hanging him/her will ever work. Death is too swift and too short for these monsters. I want a justice system that will put the guilty through the exact measure of trauma that the victims suffered. In the US, judges are allowed to decide the method and quorum of punishment, which has resulted in many curious verdicts that have both satisfied the victim and reformed the culprit, sometimes. I want rapists to suffer the shame, emotional and physical trauma and the untold agony of their victims. Why do we cover the faces of the guilty, when we love sharing the pictures (and names) of our victims? To rape is a horrible thing to do. And by sentencing them to the noose, aren't we letting them go easy? So this is what I propose - The guilty and his/her family must suffer the fullest extent of shame, their faces publicized, their financial credit ruined, their careers destroyed and be listed as a sex criminal and predator for the rest of their natural lives. Human rights? Unless you've been raped, you won't remotely understand why victims feel their predators don't deserve leniency.'
Men (and women) choose to rape only because they know the odds are stacked against the victim. They know they won't be caught and if they do, they know public memory of them will fade soon. Given the right representation in court, they will be walking free in a few weeks. 
They know they can change their names, move to a new city and start life all over again. 

Because they too want you to forget.

Recommended reading, if you'd like to
Raped by my man
While you were gone... 
No Honor among thieves
Acid Love
Good Job, folks!
3 Steps back
A New Low
Do Not Try This At Home
Chopping Block

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Never Again! [364/365]

I started this day with the shattering news of the death of Delhi gang-rape victim.

Yesterday, a friend posted a picture that had gone viral by now- the picture of Damini (aka Nirbhaya, Amaanat). An unfortunate victim of our lust and disregard.

It was a collage of a young woman with a bandaged head, bruised eyes, visibly battered with tubes coming out of her mouth. Some of the pictures had the face blurred out to conceal her identity.

Then I saw another picture that claimed to be the victim's real identity. And a third and a fourth. It was interesting to see how each of the picture had a caption to convince its reader of its authenticity.

I can understand how strong the urge is to see the face of a girl that the nation is crying about, but I cannot understand why we would want to spread stolen pictures of young women and add a heart-wrenching message to it.
There could be a few angles to it.

Either the perpetrators of this collage think we are gullible enough to believe this is the girl and we need to emote and share the image to a thousand others or this is the sick joke of a demented population of men (and women) who think it is okay to reveal the identity of the victim if that would get the government moving. These are the same bastards who also blur faces of their exes and upload their nude pictures online. The same ones who created panic and hysteria a few months ago.

Either way you look at it, the very act of doing this to extract every ounce of sympathy is fraught with danger. The smart alecs might have inadvertently destroyed the life of some random girl who may never have been raped. Will her (future) boyfriend/husband ever believe her anymore?

Have we not ruined enough women already?
As the nation says 'Never Again', I laugh at the irony of that phrase.

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Truth or Dare [353/365]

I've seen protests around the world, have been in the midst of an international conflict once upon a time and even participated in a protest march.

While it appears that our world has suddenly become very volatile, what amuses me the way we protest in India.

We hate to admit that we have double standards. When political parties announce a nation-wide bandh and cripple our economy, we complain. When liquor-fueled hooligans destroy public property we become furious arm-chair activists.
When politicians take out a march in a show of strength and solidarity, we sit in our cars and fume.

In the past couple of hours, I've received atleast two dozen messages that exhort me to protest against the inhuman and 'brutal' rape of the 23 year old paramedical student in Delhi. I am either supposed to assemble for a protest march or (for the lazy arm-chair activists) sign the petition letter that will be duly submitted to the Prime Minister and President of India.
At last count, ten thousands have signed the petition and an equal amount have been protesting against the crime.

And then what?

The problem is Us.
We are all very upset at that way she has been brutally raped.
What about the 1000's of other women who were raped just this year? No one wants to remember the victims of yesteryears anyway.
Why all this emotion?
Why did we have to wait until now?
Isn't every crime against women (sexual or otherwise) 'brutal'?

Our hypocrisy is what does us in.
We have such eloquent examples of love and adoration but we still hate our women. Right from the time the seeds are sown, she fights.

So today, as the national capital burns, our peaceful protesters are not so peaceful after all. Lathis and water canons have been used and tear gas dispersed.
The question here is:
If protesting is a constitutional right and the cause is just, why is the government so scared about a bunch of peaceful protesters?

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Gutless [351/365]

Source: DNA
Okay, so India is not the safest place for a woman and we've just proven that today. Last night, a 23 year old physiotherapy student who was visiting Delhi before she starts interning was gang-raped. By six men on a joy ride in an unlicensed bus. The six took turns raping her in the most horrific way possible, while driving around in the city. They assaulted her with an iron crowbar so severely that her intestines have suffered irreparable damage and when they had enough, threw her male friend's and her naked body out the bus and fled.

As news of this tragedy spread, India erupted.
Considering how our politicians have been politically impotent, the government fumbled. And how!

The faceless victim has lost most of her intestines due to infection and remains on ventilator. Her male friend is critical but stable and out of danger. She was alert and spoke to her family before she was wheeled in for surgery.
She might live to give a testimony but may not live long enough to see justice being served.

The bastards who raped her, had robbed another man just a few minutes before they picked her up. Had the policemen on duty accepted the man's complaint and acted, the young girl would have gone on to achieve her dreams. But the men saw the victim and her male friend at a bus stop and decided to lure them by offering to ferry them. Little did they know this could be the ride from hell. We don't know what happened within the bus but that hardly matters.

What the men did to the young girl was so brutal that Saddam would blush. But this is not uncommon. Like it or not, she is just a statistic. If numbers speak, Delhi has had more rapes reported this year than every other city in India put together. And we are not even counting the sexual innuendos and other harassment that women live with. Going by the low rate of rapes that get reported, this could be just the tip of the proverbial iceberg.
Why are Indian men so ravenous? Why is our national capital putting us to shame?
The answers could be simple.
Indian parents use different yardsticks to raise their sons. They are trained to compartmentalize and objectify women. Mothers ingrain the thought that women are mere maids and reproductive systems meant to satisfy their father's appetite.
Women are mere objects of a man's desire.

And in case a lady does work, the men at the workplace will ogle at her cleavage, discuss her body (in detail) during their nicotine breaks, and then fantasize about her when making love to his girlfriend/wife/concubine.
I've had male coworkers who would befriend women just so that they can bump and touch her and then discuss about it with their homies.

While much of India protests, I'm beginning to wonder about our double standards. It appears that we are suddenly aghast at how the faceless young girl was brutalized and is fighting for her life.
How many of us remember Aruna Shanbaug?
Why won't we fight for her rights? Or is she a lost cause because we don't see her pain anymore?

We are the real culprits.
Our women are the real victims.

Thursday, December 06, 2012

The Squeeze [341/365]

While it has been established without the shadow of a doubt that India is a ruthless place for a modern woman, it is a equally cruel place for men who try and protect women.

Three men including an Akali Dal activist murdered an Assistant Sub Inspector (ASI) of the Punjab Police when he tried to prevent them from molesting his daughter. Punjab, though, is no exception.

I have seen too many instances of men groping young women in their privates in broad day light. In many cases, the victims do confront the culprits who will pretend like nothing happened. The victims are disoriented and they just decide to get along with their life rather than confront them anymore.
The men will smirk, pass a knowing look to their accomplices and move on to their next target.
In many cases, this happens with the full knowledge of the local cops and politicians.

So what is it that compels a man to grope?
Is he checking for hidden artifacts? I don't think so.
Or maybe he is checking if the flesh is ripe? Possible.

Whatever it could be, he definitely does not want his victim to revolt against him. He wants his women subdued - physically and mentally.
What possible satisfaction could a man get from squeezing a girl's breast or pinching her butt?

I'll probably have to get inside the head of a 'squeezer' or a 'pincher' to even understand why he does this.
Watch this space for more information after my research.

Saturday, November 03, 2012

Acid Love [308/365]

Many many years ago, one of my girlfriend said something that I never forgot.
'If I can't have you, no one else should'

She may have said that in jest at the time but she meant every syllable of that statement later. When I wanted to break up with her, she did everything she could to cling on.

When was the last time someone tried to destroy you when they couldn't 'have' you all for themselves?
Chances are most of you will nod your heads in agreement.
Today, when I read about acid attacks and honor killings, a little shiver goes up my spine.
My ex knew all the right men and had all the right tact to have quietly taken care of me. I was living alone after all. But she didn't and for that I am thankful to God.

What does a parent achieve when they kill their son or daughter in the name of honor and pride?
I could see how they will react in a fit of anger and misplaced aggression, but do they really experience any remorse?
Where are they getting their ideas to kill from?
What are they gaining by snuffing out one of their own?
Are they trying to set an example for other parents and their children or are we witnessing a silent revolution of murder and revenge?

If you have seen the plight and agony that a burn victim goes through, you'll perhaps understand how life changes in just a few moments. Multiply that agony by a thousand and that is what a victim of an acid attack goes through.
Trapped in a body that does not make sense with a mind that can't fight anymore, most acid victims die a little every single moment until ...

An acid victim won't get much votes or publicity in a country as populous as ours. In the time that it has taken me to write this post, there has already been 1 honor killing, 1 acid attack and 4 rapes.

Time to stop?

Friday, October 12, 2012

Of rapes and candle-light vigils [287/365]

In a country where we don't like our women, it is strange that we love to rape them. 
It appears that we don't want them to live a dignified life but as mere instruments of our unbridled lust. We don't want them to work or earn the same jobs that we do, we hate their guts and love to 'share' news of how that girl in your office is sleeping around when she gets ahead in her career.
But the moment you get a lady under you (no pun intended) you begin to think of ways to exploit her trust in you. We want our women to be locked inside the four walls and balconies of our homes. We want them to cook, clean and care of us and our offspring. Oh yeah, we also want them to bear atleast 4 kids who must have your surname and her sweat and tears.

Our ministers are no better. While I won't blame the men since Indian politicians are all of the same sewer, one Haryana minister kicked up dust when she said "I have no hesitation to say that 90% of the girls go with consent. They find criminal-minded people later (who rape them). The girls don't realise that there are 5-10 boys (waiting for them),". Gee, so I guess this means she will be sending her consenting daughters to be raped too. 
This was in reaction to why Haryana has taken over the moniker of rape capital after having 19 reported rapes in 30 days and 8 in the last 4 days.

To be fair, I think the statistics would be barely a fraction of what is really happening. It could be just a case of more victims finding the courage to report than previously. Most states in the north have had the notorious reputation of men who rape and go scot-free. Many women that I've spoken to dread visiting States like Delhi, Mumbai and Kolkatta while women who migrate from the north find the south too demure for their taste.

Unfortunately, crimes against women will forever be one of our enduring legacy unless we learn to treat every single woman as preciously as we ought to treat our mothers and sisters.

Candle-light vigils won't do anymore.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

Old and Dying [224/365]

Myth: In your sunset years, you will die peacefully in your sleep.
Myth busted: Only if you are lucky.

In the latest of a series of gruesome homicides that will shock seniors, a senior couple who had no children was murdered in one of the more upscale residential part of Bangalore.

What went wrong?

As Indians, we are very cautious. It is something that we are taught from the moment we start framing our first sentences.
We are told not to trust strangers. We are taught to choose a degree that will give us and our future family security and comfort.
We then marry so that we are safe and taken care of when we grow old together.
We are taught to look for and live in a safe locality.We dodge the many bullets of a competitive society and if we are lucky, we get old and stay healthy.
And if you are really lucky, then you'll when your time is up.

Somethings amiss here. Their time was not up. 
A society that valued it's seniors in a city that was once known as the 'pensioner's paradise' is now sending shivers down our collective consciousness. Some say this is a copycat murder trying to imitate a recent movie while some are saying this was a murder for gain. Others might say these are the signs of a growing metro.

Whatever the reasoning, homicides this gruesome cannot be good for any of us.

Friday, April 20, 2012

Quirks of the day [110/365]

Headlining in the papers today;
And a day later, we are still basking under the glory of Agni 5. No shit.
South Korea tests missiles. In your face, Kim Jr
Mumbai gets its arteries back in action. (Interesting post!)
The Right to Education (RTE) becomes the best news that came out of India in a while.
Gansta chick Simran Sood (pictured) is convicted for her involvement in the murder of a upcoming Bollywood director. Atta girl.
The CBI continues it's raids on officials involved in the Tatra kickback. Sigh!
The cops have no clue who killed young Bangalorean, Monika Srivastava. Deja vu.
Datsun set to enter the Indian car market. Yay!
Across the Atlantic, the big O and Romney are set to give us a recap of 09.
Norwegian nutjob, Breivik testifies that he wanted to behead the exPM.
Chinese sportsmen/women stop eating meat, fearing they will accidentally ingest banned substances. Gee, that gives more meaning to the term 'Chinese food'.
IPL. 'nuff said.
The world prepares to race in restless Bahrain.  
Peace out!

Friday, March 23, 2012

From beyond the grave [82/365]

Two days ago, a Pune court sentenced to death two drivers who raped and murdered a BPO staffer many years ago.
While I sympathize with loss of any human life, the system erred too.

Six years ago, one of my friend's colleague boarded a cab to go to work.
That was the last time she was seen alive.
Her cab driver drove her to an isolated village, raped her and killed her. Her belongings were stolen and it took a full three days before the driver was nabbed.
This crime created ripples in the BPO and ITES industry. (The news here)
Wide-sweeping changes were introduced.
Female employees would be accompanied by escorts when they traveled at night.
The Drivers can no longer call the female employees themselves but the transport help desk of the company, who would conference the employee with the driver.
Employees, on their part, where cautioned to not get 'too' friendly with the drivers, who are mostly illiterate and migrate from villages to cities in search of jobs.
Companies spent many lakhs in revamping the transport department, streamlining and plugging loopholes.
In the meanwhile, the driver responsible for this was only recently sentenced to death.

There is no easy way to describe a crime so gruesome, but there are a lot of loose ends.
How do I know? Well, I worked in the same company with the same people who worked and traveled with her. The same people who were warned by the company to be silent about the crime.
The driver had a previous grudge against the lady since she had complained against him. He lost his job shortly after this. This had sparked vengeance in his mind. Whether the complaint was genuine or not will never be proven. But this is true- Most employees, mainly women are very mean towards drivers. They expect them to be their chauffeurs, at their beck and call. Many won't step out of their house unless the driver is at their doorstep. Most will not hesitate to sent out a complaint.

Companies have always treated their women with kid gloves. Many of them are petrified of possible sexual harassment from frivolous women. Proving innocence becomes the onus of the companies.
At the expense of making sure complaints raised by women are dealt with promptly, they rush to grab the calf when the bull gives birth. The driver may have broken a traffic rule or two, may have been rude or silent at the employee, but this certainly didn't have to lead to a termination.
The company erred on their part by not being sensitive towards the driver. He was after all an employee with all the aspirations that the lady would have had too.

But the crime has sparked debate on how a lone driver who weighed less than the victim could drag her out, rape her and slit her throat. Although he has denied the role of any accomplices, I doubt it. When it took two men to do the same deed on a lady in Pune, I wonder how a lone driver could manage to carry it off in Bangalore. Interestingly, the husband of the victim had taken up an insurance on his wife only a few months before the murder. And he stood to get a million rupees (Rs 1,813,693/- to be exact) in the event of an unfortunate or unnatural death. If the bells have not started ringing yet, here's more. He mourned the loss of his wife and love of his life, got the cheque for a million rupees and then moved to another city to marry again to start his life afresh with a pot-load of cash. The needle of suspicion also points to the husband since he didn't seem too inclined to fight for the truth.
The law erred on their part when they didn't dig deep enough at the right time.

Companies periodically sent out reminders of their transport policy which indicate that employees are not supposed to build a rapport or unnecessary conversation. They are cautioned against 'pissing' the drivers off or asking the driver to change the radio station of their choice. Some companies even portray them as people who would not know how to behave themselves with women and can be tempted easily.
The system erred, when companies started treating drivers like third rate citizens.

I've traveled with all kinds of drivers. Some rude, some impatient, some indifferent, some ignorant. I've also traveled with drivers who are graduates, owners of businesses and married men who have been doing their job for more than a decade. A common feeling is how a single driver has soiled their reputation and trade. But most of them have been good people, with aspirations just the same as mine. One driver even wanted to learn many languages and do a bachelors degree through IGNOU (Indira Gandhi National Open University).
It's easy for us to be irate at them when they pick us up a hour early or even if they don't. I know people who direct all their pent up rage and frustration towards drivers.
We erred too. By creating a bias in society, we've set ourselves up.

RIP. Let's hope we don't suffer more Prathiba's and Jyothikumari's.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

44 days

This is a true story that happened in Japan in 1988.

A 17 year old girl named Furuta Junko, was kidnapped and then tortured by 4 boys with very unimaginable way and finally death after 44 days.

For you who can`t stand read something that is so cruel, don’t read this. Please join the Facebook Group, that was made in her honor.

The crime:

In November of 1988, Boy A (18), Boy B (Jo Kamisaku, 17; Kamisaku was a new family name he took after being released from prison), Boy C (16) and Boy D (17) from Tokyo abducted Furuta, a second year high school (grade 11) student from Saitama Prefecture in Misato, for 44 days. They kept her captive in the house owned by the parents of Boy C.

To forestall a manhunt, Boy A coerced Furuta into calling her own parents and telling them that she had run away from home, but was with “a friend” and was not in danger. He also browbeat her into posing as one of the boys’ girlfriends when the parents of the house where she was held were around, but when it became clear that the parents would not call the police, he dropped this pretext.

Furuta tried to escape several times, begging the parents of Boy C more than once to help her, but they did nothing, apparently out of fear that Boy A would hurt them. Boy A was at the time a low-level yakuza leader and had bragged that he could use his connections to kill anyone who interfered.

According to their statements at their trial, the four of them raped her, beat her, introduced foreign objects including an iron rod into her vagina, made her drink her own urine and was fed cockroaches, inserted fireworks into her anus, and set them off, forced Furuta to masturbate, cut her nipple with pliers, dropped dumbbells onto her stomach, and burned her with cigarettes and lighters. (One of the burnings was punishment for attempting to call the police.)

At one point her injuries were so severe that according to one of the boys it took more than an hour for her to crawl downstairs to use the bathroom. They also related that “possibly a hundred different people” knew that Furuta had been imprisoned there, but it is not clear if this means they visited the house at different times while she was imprisoned there, or themselves either raped or abused her.

When the boys refused to let her leave, she begged them on several occasions to “kill (her) and get it over with“.

On January 4, 1989, using one of the boys’ loss at mah-jongg as a pretext, the four beat her with an iron barbell, poured lighter fluid on her legs, arms, face and stomach, and set her on fire. She died later that day of shock.

The four boys claimed that they were not aware of how badly injured she was, and that they believed she had been malingering.
The killers hid her corpse in an 55-gallon drum filled with cement; the perpetrators disposed the drum in a tract of reclaimed land in Koto, Tokyo.

Arrest and punishment

The boys were arrested and tried as adults; but, because of Japanese handling of crimes committed by juveniles, their identities were sealed by the court. However, a weekly magazine Shukan Bunshun reported their real names, claiming “Human rights aren’t needed for brutes.” Furuta’s real name and details about her personal life were reported exhaustively in the media. Kamisaku was judged as a sub leader, at least according to the official trial.

The four boys pled guilty to a reduced charge of “committing bodily injury that resulted in death“, rather than murder. Boy A’s parents sold their house for approximately 50 million yen and paid this as compensation to Furuta’s family.

For his participation in the crime, Kamisaku served eight years in a juvenile prison before he was released, in August 1999. In July 2004, he was arrested for assaulting an acquaintance, whom he believed to be luring a girlfriend away from him, and allegedly bragged about his earlier infamy. Kamisaku was sentenced to seven years in prison for the beating.

Junko’s parents were dismayed by the sentences received by their daughter’s killers, and enjoined a civil suit against the parents of the boy in whose home the crimes were committed. When some of the convictions were overturned on the basis of problematic physical evidence (the semen and pubic hair recovered from the body did not match those of the boys who were arrested), the lawyer handling the civil suit decided there was no case to be made and refused to represent them further. (There is speculation that the evidence may have been contaminated—for example, by unidentified persons who raped Furuta.)

One of the most disturbing parts of this true story is that her killers are now free. After putting Junko Furuta through all that suffering, they are free men!!! And only have 8 years in prison.


“A high-school girl was abducted by four teenaged hooligans while she was on her way to work. They took her to the house of a friend, held her in his bedroom, and for the next forty-five days enacted every imaginable form of abuse on her (and some you wouldn’t want to imagine). They gang-raped her—both with their own bodies and with an assortment of foreign objects—beat her, kicked her, doused her extremities with lighter fluid and set her on fire, and probably did many other things to her that went undocumented by either her tormentors or the police. They mocked her pain. They held her down and dropped barbells on her stomach. This last bit of torture was more than she could withstand, and after going into convulsions she apparently either strangled on her own vomit or simply died from her beatings. When the boys were questioned later about why they didn’t do anything during her seizure, they replied, “We assumed she was faking it.”

“She tried to escape, more than once. The first time, she was caught in the process of making a phone call. The second time, she ran into the parents of the boy who lived there; apparently they had known all along what was gong on. She begged them to help her, but they refused; his friend had criminal connections, and they didn’t want to get into trouble, too. After her death, they taped her arms and legs together, threw her into a 55-gallon drum, filled it with cement, and dumped it in an empty lot. The body wasn’t recovered until almost a year later. The ringleader of the whole incident served seven years in prison and is now a free man.”


What they did to her and the suffering

These horrifying things done to Junko Furuta had been collected through the Japanese court trial of the case, and blogs from 1989. They show the pain that Junko Furuta had to endure before she was finally dead. All this had happened to her while she was still alive. They are disturbing, but the truth.

All of this had happened.


DAY 1: November 22, 1988: Kidnapped
Kept captive in house, and posed as one of boy’s girlfriend
Raped (over 400 times in total)
Forced to call her parents and tell them she had run away
Starved and malnutritioned
Fed cockroaches to eat and urine to drink
Forced to masturbate
Forced to strip in front of others
Burned with cigarette lighters
Foreign objects inserted into her vagina/anus

DAY 11: December 1, 1988: Severely beat up countless times
Face held against concrete ground and jumped on
Hands tied to ceiling and body used as a punching bag
Nose filled with so much blood that she can only breath through her mouth
Dumbbells dropped onto her stomach
Vomited when tried to drink water (her stomach couldn’t accept it)
Tried to escape and punished by cigarette burning on arms
Flammable liquid poured on her feet and legs, then lit on fire
Bottle inserted into her anus, causing injury

DAY 20: December10, 1989: Unable to walk properly due to severe leg burns
Beat with bamboo sticks
Fireworks inserted into anus and lit
Hands smashed by weights and fingernails kracked
Beaten with golf club
Cigarettes inserted into vagina
Beaten with iron rods repeatedly
Winter; forced outside to sleep in balcony
Skewers of grilled chicken inserted into her vagina and anus, causing bleeding

DAY 30: Hot wax dripped onto face
Eyelids burned by cigarette lighter
Stabbed with sewing needles in chest area
Left nipple cut and destroyed with pliers
Hot light bulb inserted into her vagina
Heavy bleeding from vagina due to scissors insertion
Unable to urinate properly
Injuries were so severe that it took over an hour for her to crawl downstairs and use the bathroom
Eardrums severely damaged
Extreme reduced brain size

DAY 40: Begged her torturers to “kill her and get it over with”

January 1, 1989: Junko greets the New Years Day alone
Body mutilated
Unable to move from the ground

DAY 44: January 4, 1989: The four boys beat her mutilated body with an iron barbell, using a loss at the game of Mah-jongg as a pretext. She is profusely bleeding from her mouth and nose. They put a candle’s flame to her face and eyes.

Then, lighter fluid was poured onto her legs, arms, face and stomach, and then lit on fire. This final torture lasted for a time of two hours.

Junko Furuta died later that day, in pain and alone. Nothing could compare 44 days of suffering she had to go through.

When her mother heard the news and details of what had happened to her daughter, she fainted. She had to undergo a psychiatric outpatient treatment . Imagine her endless pain.

This story from 1989 is true. Please spread her story around. Everyone should know about the existence of Junko Furuta’s unimaginable and incomprehensible suffering, and this is why this group has been made.

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