I am so sad – I just watched Foreign Correspondent and I am lost for words. These beautiful women and tiny little children whose relatives have poured acid on them – for as little crime as being a girl, or because they wanted to frame their enemy over a land dispute. I sat with Jennifer asleep on my lap, her golden curls in my fingers and I looked at footage of a six month old girl who had done nothing but be born, and a boy, now 3 I think whose aunty had poured acid down his throat when he was one month old because she wanted a son and was jealous. What is it that makes a person think that action is justifiable, and what society accepts it save for a few good people who try to assist. It is such a common crime in Bangladesh that they run TV commercials to teach people how to treat a fresh acid burn.
What can we do? How can we help those poor victims and the future victims? We are not helpless here – although it feels like we are when confronted with those images – and of course they are tv images – so distant and removed from our reality. It is really so sad.
I kissed Jennifer over and over – I didn’t know what else to do.