The right that makes us human is the right to love

Section 377 is wrong not because it conforms to outdated notions of family or religion or what is ‘natural’. It is wrong because it is the most blatant violation of human rights.

Students from Delhi University , the AUD Queer Collective and Jawahar Lal Nehru University at a protest against campus violence against LGBTQ.(Hindustan Times)Students from Delhi University , the AUD Queer Collective and Jawahar Lal Nehru University at a protest against campus violence against LGBTQ.(Hindustan Times)

When Padma Iyer’s son, Harish, told her he was gay in the early 2000s, LGBTQ was a jumble of letters that meant nothing to the conservative Tamil mom. But she remembers telling him, “Don’t tell your father, and don’t let the relatives know.”

She says: “My instinct was to protect him. I could accept him but was afraid my family would not.”

Today, Padma Iyer is on TV and on YouTube explaining Evening Shadows, a crowd-funded film by Sridhar Rangayan about a mother from a small town whose gay son comes out to her.

“So many parents ask me for advice,” says Iyer. It was for these parents that Rangayan launched Sweekar, a support group, in December 2016.

But the sad truth is that many LGBTQ face violence from their own families. “The parental family most often perpetrates domestic violence faced by lesbians,” finds a 2003 report, The Nature of Violence Faced by Lesbian Women in India, by Bina Fernandez and Gomathy NB of the Tata Institute of Social Sciences (TISS). This violence includes verbal and physical abuse, confinement and coercion into marriage.

Family support, if it comes, is often conditional. “At family gatherings, I’m asked the usual questions about when I’m getting married because to this day heterosexuality is the norm,” says one woman.

Stigma and discrimination are an everyday reality. For instance, even if your immediate family accepts you, does your extended family? What about your workplace?

Sometimes it’s not homophobia but plain ignorance. In 2014, the Indian Psychiatric Society clarified: Homosexuality is not a mental illness or disease. Yet, ads for “guaranteed cures” continue.

For men, there is the additional burden of knowing that their sexual orientation is criminalised and makes them vulnerable to arrest.

Section 377 is wrong not because it conforms to outdated notions of family or religion or what is alluded to as natural.

It is wrong because it is the most blatant violation of human rights.

It is wrong because it allows the state into the bedrooms of consenting adults and criminalises the most natural emotion in the world, love.

It is wrong because it signals that the privacy of citizens is subservient to the larger interests of a status quoist society (by that argument, sati might never have been abolished).

The late Justice Leila Seth spoke not just with a jurist’s passion for justice but with a mother’s heartbreak because her eldest son being gay made him a criminal in the eyes of the law.

“The right that makes us human is the right to love,” she wrote in 2014, soon after the Supreme Court in December 2013 reversed a landmark High Court decision to decriminalise homosexuality.

Four years later, on January 8 this year, the apex court said it will revisit its decision. If it is to listen to justice and protect the dignity of all citizens, scrapping a law that is well past its use-by date will be a good start.

@NamitaBhandare writes on social issues

The views expressed are personal

The bigot in my drawing room

Atul Kochhar is the symbol of a far more widespread problem – the normalization of prejudice against Muslims.

People offer namaz out side the Bandra ststion on the occasion of Eid – al – Fitr in Mumbai on June 16.(HT Photo)

I run into my college friend after a gap of some years. Post the usual small-talk, she wants to know my views on the tolerance/intolerance debate. I tell her I am worried about the erosion of this country’s social fabric in recent years.

Elaborate, she says.

Muslims, I tell her, at least the ones I speak to, are scared of living in this new India. They worry that they are being watched all the time. They worry that the mutton they cook at home could at any minute turn into beef and this would have deadly consequences for them. They worry about their children. They are just scared.

Good, she says. They should be scared.

A young entrepreneur I meet impresses me with his business vision. Then he wants to know why we aren’t a Hindu nation, why Muslims have so many kids and why ‘they’ live in segregated mohallas?

I’ve lost count of the number of such conversations over the years. They come not from amorphous lynch mobs in Jharkhand or Twitter eggheads chanting unimaginatively Go-to-Pakistan. They come from people I know, some of whom I call my friends, others are members of my extended family. They come at me as Whatsapp forwards from school groups and family groups. Beware of Muslim peeping toms filming women (Hindu women?) in toilets was this week’s Whatsapp forward.

When did bigotry become so easy, and when did that bigot enter my drawing room?

For me here’s the dilemma: Which way do you go? Cut ties or engage in dialogue? Alas, with each side cloaked in its absolute righteousness, talk often descends into a shouting match.

But, burdened by the belief that I must speak up for the India in which I grew up where we knew our classmates by their names, not religion, I tend to engage, although it’s hard to keep the shrill edge out of my voice.

It’s exhausting. And I can only admire the tenacity of women like Nazia Erum, author of Mothering a Muslim (please read it if you haven’t already) who has for two years now been part of a growing group that organizes interfaith iftars in the belief that if people get to know each other, the prejudice and stereotypes will dissolve. The first interfaith iftar, she says, was prompted by an April 2017 survey by the Centre for the Study of Developing Societies that found that only 33% of Hindus said they had a close friend who was Muslim. “Maybe that’s why it is so easy to buy into the rumours,” says Erum.

“When I was researching my book I found that children as young as five are telling their friends that, yes, they are Muslim but, no, they don’t eat beef,” she says. It is heart-breaking.

This business of innuendo and suspicion casts a pall over the ‘best’ homes and schools. “When leaders propagate hate, prejudices get normalized,” says Erum.

NRI chef Atul Kochhar’s tweet claiming that Hindus have been terrorized by Islam for 2,000 years is not an isolated tweet but part of this larger pattern. That there was a backlash against him at all, is to do with the fact that his clients are based in countries out of India, including in Dubai. Within India, it’s all in a day’s work and people have said, and continue to say, far worse.

Those who seek to defend Kochhar’s tweets on the ground of freedom of express miss one vital point. Surely, if Kochhar has the freedom to express his personal views on a public platform, then organizations that associate with him have the right to sever their ties with him, particularly if those views go against their own core values. Ultimately, James Damore was given the boot by Google for going public with an opinion that was at direct variance with the company’s policies on diversity, including gender inclusion.

The 24-hour news outrage cycle over Chef Kochhar will run its course, leaving only a bitter after-taste.

Yet, hate rarely exists in a bubble. When bigotry piles up and rumour goes unchallenged, we make monsters out of our own citizens, divide the nation into ‘us’ and ‘them’ and weaken our core foundational beliefs. Left unchallenged, it makes hate an ordinary emotion, something that we may actually get used to. It robs minds of the capacity to think. Allowed to flourish, it leads to riots and genocide.

Ultimately, we weaken ourselves, but in the meanwhile I’m still wondering what to do about the bigot in my drawing room.

@NamitaBhandare writes on social issues

The views expressed are personal

The bigot in my drawing room

In Hindustan Times: Atul Kochhar is the symbol of a far more widespread problem – the normalization of prejudice against Muslims.

I run into my college friend after a gap of some years. Post the usual small-talk, she wants to know my views on the tolerance/intolerance debate. I tell her I am worried about the erosion of this country’s social fabric in recent years.

Elaborate, she says.

Muslims, I tell her, at least the ones I speak to, are scared of living in this new India. They worry that they are being watched all the time. They worry that the mutton they cook at home could at any minute turn into beef and this would have deadly consequences for them. They worry about their children. They are just scared.

Good, she says. They should be scared. Continue reading “The bigot in my drawing room”