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The founder of the gulabis is the fearless Sampat Pal Devi, 40, who was married off at the age of 12 to an ice-cream vendor and had the first of her five children at 15. The gulabis, whose members say they are a “gang for justice,” started in 2006 as a sisterhood of sorts that looked out for victims of domestic abuse, a problem the United Nations estimates affects two in three married Indian women. Named after their hot-pink sari uniforms, the gang paid visits to abusive husbands and demanded they stop the beatings. When obstinate men refused to listen, the gulabis would return with large bamboo sticks called laathis and “persuade” them to change their ways. “When I go around with a stick, it’s to make men fear me. I don’t always use it, but it helps change the mind of men who think they are more powerful than me” says Pal. She has assumed the rank of commander in chief and has appointed district commanders across seven districts in Bundelkhand to help coordinate the gang’s efforts.
Pal’s group now has more than 20,000 members, and the number is growing.
Spotted: 20,000+ oppressed brown women kicking phenomenal ass. Fucks were not given.
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oh wow these women are AMAZING, I aspire to be like them when I grow up!
“On August 28, at least five months pregnant by a man who she said continued to rape her, Nevin Yildirim said she decided she had had enough. Gider was climbing up the back wall of her house. ‘I knew he was going to rape me again,’ she said at her preliminary hearing August 30.
She said she grabbed her father-in-law’s rifle that was hanging on the wall and she shot him. He tried to draw his gun and she fired again.
‘I chased him,’ she said. ‘He fell on the ground. He started cussing. I shot his sexual organ this time. He became quiet. I knew he was dead. I then cut his head off.’
Witnesses described Yildirim walking into the village square, carrying the man’s head by his hair, blood dripping on the ground.
‘Don’t talk behind my back, don’t play with my honor,’ Yildirim said to the men sitting in the coffee house on the square. ‘Here is the head of the man who played with my honor.’
She then threw Gider’s head to the ground.”
(tw: self injury/harm)
I dyed the underside of my hair red a while ago. It originality was the color of a red velvet cupcake, but now it’s more orange.
I’ve been trying to find a way to communicate to people that I don’t give a fuck about whether they think my hair “is a really weird/ugly color”. I’ve discovered “I don’t give a fuck” works pretty well.
I’ve also learned to love the look on peoples faces when I reply to their question of “Why do you wear so many bracelets?” with “I’m covering up my self harm scars. Not that it’s any of your business.”
I also love modding teeshirts. This one says Arizona on the front, which is ironic because I’m Mexican and I would probably be arrested in Arizona.
This has been a long post by… ThatQueerLatina