This sickened me…
A boy of 13 who overpowered a woman then raped her in front of his two friends will spend just three years locked away for his crimes.
Balal Khan – thought to be one of the youngest convicted rapists in Britain – targeted the 20-year-old as she walked home.
He subjected her to a severe beating then screamed at her ‘Do what I say or I’ll kill you’, before putting her through the ordeal of a terrifying sex attack.
Then he stole her bag and phone and even took a call from his victim’s boyfriend to whom he bragged about what he had done.
And it’s that final little detail that really does it for me. I’ve been wondering why? I guess it’s that these sort of stories are so commonplace that I naturally focus on the particulars. And that particular is grotesque.
But after pleading guilty to charges of rape and robbery the teenager was sentenced to just three years because of his age – and because he said ‘sorry’.
His age should not come into it. If you are old enough to rape you are old enough to know not to. And “sorry”. Sorry is something you say when you forget to water a neighbour’s cactus. It don’t quite cut the mustard for forcing someone to the ground, kicking them in the head (which could potentially be conceived as attempted murder), raping and then robbing them. Personally I think the sentence was too long. I would have given him a mere five minutes in a locked room with the lady’s boyfriend, two spoons and a rusty agricultural implement. But that’s just me imagining what I’d want to do in the place of that lady’s boyfriend.
He later sold the phone and iPod, but not before making a call to his parents’ home. The mobile’s call records led police straight to Khan’s address.
Not the sharpest tool in the box is he?
In a police interview he told officers he had tripped the victim and stolen her bag.
The court heard scientists later found Khan’s DNA on swabs taken from the victim.
Naomi Perry, mitigating, said he had shown remorse for what he had done.
He apologised after finally admitting his offence to police and also when he entered his plea at court.
‘We are dealing with a very immature young man,’ Miss Perry said.
‘He has been having anger management classes and he feels these have helped him.’
So how sincere was this apology? I mean he was banged to rights wasn’t he? And “anger management classes”! Oh, give me strength! Rather than three years in borstal l think it still ought to be shake-out the cutlery drawer and fetch something semi-oxidised from the shed time for the miserable little scrote.
I shall skate blithely over Khan’s assumed religion (and it’s assumptions about women) for that would be mere idle speculation. Instead I shall turn to this story that shows that even in the above case where we didn’t punish a rapist approriately at least we at least didn’t punish the raped…
A 16-year-old girl who was raped in Bangladesh has been given 101 lashes for conceiving during the assault.
The girl’s father was also fined and warned the family would be branded outcasts from their village if he did not pay.
According to human rights activists, the girl, who was quickly married after the attack, was divorced weeks later after medical tests revealed she was pregnant.
By what through the looking glass logic did that transpire?
The girl was raped by a 20-year-old villager in Brahmanbaria district in April last year.
Bangladesh’s Daily Star newspaper reported that she was so ashamed following the attack that she did not lodge a complaint.
Her rape emerged after her pregnancy test and Muslim elders in the village issued a fatwa insisting that the girl be kept in isolation until her family agreed to corporal punishment.
Her rapist was pardoned by the elders. She told the newspaper the rapist had “spoiled” her life.
“I want justice,” she said.
Given the propensity for floods in Bangladesh I assume an even rustier farming tool could be easily obtained (and spoons can be found anywhere). To answer my own question, note the use of the word “fatwa”. Yes, it’s your friend and mine the Religion of Peace yet again! It happens all over the Islamosphere. Stories like this leak out of Shoddy Absurdia and Yemen all the time. They turn up from Somalia and Sudan to Iran and Indonesia and, alas, also in my own dear England*. This is not due to cultural or tribal stuff because the only cultural connection between all these places is Islam and its deranged attitude to sex. You can’t shake hands with a woman unless it’s your right hand and you possess her and then you can do whatever you want with her for she is yours. You know in the same sense that this here keyboard is mine and I can triperight whatever I want on it. For it is mine.
Am I alone in thinking of Islam as resembling not so much the ideas of a middle-aged man but of a spotty teen who can’t get a date? I guess that maybe brings us back full-circle. Of course most hormonally challenged teens don’t act as Master Khan did and just retire to their rooms for a quiet wank whilst thinking of… I’m not down with the kids so I wouldn’t know these days. And if I push the question as to who adolescent boys now think about whilst masturbating then I shall be facing longer in chokey than Khan. So we can spike that one, OK?
I do though wonder how things might have turned out if Muhammed had attended “anger management classes”? Moreover I wonder what would have transpired if he’d copped an unfortunate one courtesy of some spoonage and an item from Job’s tool-shed.
But of course we can’t say that because Muhammed founded one of the Great Religions**. You know the ones (apart from Christianity – obviously) that we have to respect by force of the law.
Well the hell with that! I know right from wrong which is more than that C7th kiddie-fiddling, bacon-dodging, vagabond warlord did. Or the weird beards of C21st Bangladesh.
I also have a canteen of cutlery (Oneida no less!) and after the recent meterological inclemency access to some extremely rusty gardening equipment…
H/T for the first story to Julia of Ambush Predator. I shall stop nicking your stories when you stop blogging good ones. Deal?
*1993, Derby, England. It was reported on East Midlands Tonight (BBC) that vigilante gangs of “Asians” were beating-up female students at the university (sort of) there coming back from night-clubs. They “excused” their behaviour on the grounds that they thought the University of Derby students in their clubbing gear were prostitutes as if that were OK. I seem to recall that Peter Sutcliffe used a similar “just cleaning-up the streets” attempt at mitigation. But then Sutcliffe was thoroughly round the bend…
**”Great, meaning ‘large’ or ‘immense’; We used it in the pejorative sense!” – Simpsons