Is there any rationale behind r*pe?

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The more I shun myself from thinking about the distressing events happening around me, the more I become guilty. This write up (outpour) is a reflection of the clashing questions, thoughts that linger in my mind.

 

Is there any rationale behind r*pe?

Of course not, no crime is just.

I have always thought r*pe is due to uncontrollable lust, an exploitation of helpless people.  More than exhibiting power and displaying violence it feels there is more misogyny and desire to control. 

why will a man r*pe? What eggs him for such an act of violence? Is he aware of the repercussions? Or does he even know it is violence and unacceptable?

  The following are my propositions:

1.                     😓 Because he/they is/are able to do it and get away?

2.                      😓  People in power and position exploiting the vulnerable?

3.                       😓Patriarchal mindset. Hostility towards women?

4.                      😓The claim that men cannot control/resist the urge?

5.                      😓Irrespective the victim will be blamed and perpetrator will be applauded?

        😓It’s a man’s world?

7.            😓Some men aren’t educated/taught how to conceal animal instinct?

8.                      😓Perpetrator believes the victim deserves it. Or that is the little success he/they can have in life?

9.                       😓Given the circumstances, when s*x is unavailable, r*pe is chosen? Do they/he think the victim enjoys it?

                       😓In India unlike other countries, it is not treated as heinous crime?

 

 But why?

How in the universe this can possibly happen?  I don’t see why?

All the above written ones aren’t convincing me enough to understand why such a spine chilling and horrendous things happen to some one like me?

Rape is one thing, murder is another. Both are gruesome and unimaginable. Women are believed to be easy, available targets (including children). However aware, vigilant the society and law becomes, unless there is a seed of civic, moral thought embedded in  the minds of potential perpetrators,  there will be no end card to this.

 

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