Feminism, I am often told, is not some internet spinster aunt tapping away at a keyboard in rural Texas. It is a gang of vigilantes in poverty-ridden northern India, women who wear pink saris and kick actual ass. With sticks.
I allude to the Gulabi Gang, a marauding justice league that uses shame and the threat of violence to combat misogyny in their hellish corner of the world.
Two years after they gave themselves a name and an attire, the women in pink have thrashed men who have abandoned or beaten their wives and unearthed corruption in the distribution of grain to the poor.
They have also stormed a police station and attacked a policeman after they took in an untouchable man and refused to register a case.
Unfortunately, this BBC report describes the leader of the Gulabi (pink) Gang as “feisty.” At least it refrained from “plucky.” It also makes the point, approvingly, that the group is “not exactly a gang of male-bashing feminists” since “they claim they have returned 11 girls who were thrown out of their homes to their spouses because “women need men to live with”.
Which is undoubtedly true in a society where men have all the cash and all the power, and where women are literally chattel, married off as children in exchange for money, abused, and living in abject poverty. It is not un-feminist to survive any way you can under intolerable circumstances, you dumb BBC writer.
Before you complain that the Gulabi Gang is obviously just another arm of some Western pinkinfantile marketing scheme: they wear pink because all the other colors were already taken by political parties with which they have no desire to align themselves. They are totally non-partisan.
Why not take the support offered by political groups?
Because politicians always want kickbacks, duh.