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  1. PINKI VIRANI
  2. Bitter Chocolate
  3. Contents
  4. Author’s Note
  5. Notebook One
  6. Notebook Two
  7. Notebook Three
  8. Helpbooks
  9. Helplines
  10. Afterword
  11. Acknowledgement
  12. THE BEGINNING

And why an entire book on Child Sexual Abuse in India when it is perpetrated only by the lower classes upon their unfortunate children?

Because there is this misconception among several in the so-called upper classes that what happens among People Like Them, specially People Like That (Plat), does not touch, and therefore should not concern, People Like Us (Plus). Those people do not come in contact with our children and us? Really? Where do you suppose—if you incorrectly insist that Child Sexual Abusers come only from People Like Them and That—drivers hired for cars and other vehicles, bus conductors, cooks, peons in schools and offices, mailmen, delivery boys, watchmen, come from?

Because you need to know, especially if you are a concerned parent, that the People Like Them are not as much the People Like That as they are the People Like Us. The former do not have constant physical access to our children as the latter do.

Because right now in Varanasi, there is a mother on the run; she is being hounded by her husband and his family for confronting him with sexually abusing his school going, thirteen-year-old daughter for over a year. She is a middle-class housewife.

Because in Mumbaii a young mother is moving every single court so that she can keep her little girl away from the grandfather; he has stuck his finger into her so often, and with so much affection, that the baby’s hymen has been torn. The mother is upper class and several judges will not believe her for this reason. Her husband believed her until his father reminded him that he was part of the family business. The husband chose his own survival over that of his wife and daughter. The husband’s mother, the child’s grandmother that is, knew what her elderly husband had been doing to their granddaughter, she did nothing to stop it.

Because in a Delhi court a child has been cross-questioned by an army of lawyers hired by her bureaucrat-father. ‘Which finger did your papa put into you? This one, or this one?’ Papa took his little girl to a hotel room where he was joined by female and male colleagues. They switched on blue films, they had orgies. Papa made his little girl drink alcohol and they all, aunties and uncles, did things together. But papa was particular, nobody could touch his little girl whom he loved so much except him. So while the aunties and uncles watched, only papa did things to her. The lawyer asks her in court, ‘What colour drink did your papa give you? White or brown?’ The child says white. ‘Yesterday you said brown, today you are saying white? Papa did not give you anything to drink, did he? You little liar!’

Because a woman had to run all the way from America to India to physically separate her daughter from her non-resident Indian father who had been systematically abusing the girl all these years. She, and her parents, approached a court in India for both divorce and custody over the daughter. The court said it found her accusations against her husband ‘eerie’, therefore unbelievable.