The Times of India had reported from Bangalore a few years ago that the Indian wife of a French diplomat had filed a case against him with the police for abusing her daughter. The lady had explained that she was heavily pregnant and when her daughter of less than two years had complained to her that 'Daddy hurts' she had ignored the child. Later her maid reported that 'Sir' used to take his daughter and lock the door for long periods. Then she became aware, scared and started noticing. Her husband took cover under diplomatic immunity and fled the country as soon as he got wind of the police complaint.
Feminist groups have always maintained that women are not always safe at home. There was a big jump in cases of domestic abuse during the recent two Covid lockdowns in India. The right glorifies home and hearth for women but reality is otherwise.
Two days ago I was watching a French movie on TV Monde Asie channel on TV. It is a free channel and I like French movies and their whole approach. The movie was already on when I started watching it. A young woman is admitted to a mental hospital and is not allowed to visit her two young daughters. Her charge that her husband is abusing them is not accepted even when she had managed to get a video of one such act. Her parents in law decide to look after their granddaughters. One day, when accidentally the grandfather goes to the bathroom when the elder granddaughter is in the bath, she cries out. The grandfather immediately understands although the grandmother keeps denying and pressurizes him to consider the consequences. The grandfather was aware of his son's tendencies in the past and had always known but thought that the son was now reformed. He is disturbed and he calls the daughter in law.
Again I do not now what happened in the end but probably the outcome was positive. What has stayed with me is the aggression and duplicity of the son. Others must also be like him.
The more I think of what children, especially girls, go through in life, I shudder.
The French movies are bold. They portray life in all its aspects, warts and all. With us, when Ghashiram Kotwal was to be staged in the then east Germany, a dominant opposing voice was that blemishes in our history should not be advertised. But then how will progress be possible?