Rape has always been used as a tactic of war. In 1993, the International Criminal Tribunal for the former Yugoslavia issued arrest warrants based on the Geneva Conventions. Muslim women had been gang-raped, tortured and deliberately impregnated by Bosnian Serb soldiers and paramilitaries. The Rome Statute (1997)made rape a ‘crime against humanity’.
Women have been systematically raped in Ukraine, Haiti, Rwanda, the Congo and Myanmar and many other places . Jihadis from Boko Haram to Isis aim to break their enemies through rape and sexual slavery. There is still a dreadful denial about the rapes committed by Hamas on Oct 7th. Organised sexual violence is both the worst and most neglected of all war crimes.
It is hard to think about. And there is a reason for that.
It forces us to confront questions about male sexuality? What is it like to rape a woman in front of her children? What is it like to force a son to rape a mother? What is it like to rape a body that is bleeding out, after so many other men have abused that body?
For me one of the unforgettable details of the late Edna O’Brien’s novel ,Girl which is a book based on her own research into Boko Haram in Nigeria, is when the abducted girls know they are about to be raped. A table is placed in the middle of the room. The men are giddy. A white plastic bucket is placed under the table.
They know what they are about to do. The white plastic bucket somehow destroys me. I don’t know why. Or perhaps I do. Perhaps all women do.
This case of Dominique Pélicot is having the same effect on me and many others I know who are reading about it.
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