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Mother Mary Comes to Me

Book by Arundhati Roy · 2 quotes · Feminism, Money, Booker

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“I knew that if I wrote what I wanted to write, it would be the end of our next flm with Channel 4. But I found it impossible to keep quiet. ‘The Great Indian Rape- Trick’, Parts I and II, were published in Sunday . The second essay ended with these words: Bandit Queen the flm seriously jeopardizes Phoolan Devi’s life. It passes judgments that ought to be passed in Courts of Law. Not in Cinema Halls. The threads that connect Truth to Half- Truths to Lies could very quickly tighten into a noose around Phoolan Devi’s neck. Or put a bullet through her head. Or a knife in her back. While We- the- Audience peep saucer- eyed out of our little lives. Not remotely aware of the fact that our superf-cial sympathy, our ignorance of the facts and our intellectual sloth could grease her way to the gallows. We makes me sick. With that, obviously, I made myself a whole lot of enemies. Phoolan Devi went to court to try to stop the film.”

“The ‘Rape- Trick’ essays did indeed mark the end of Pradip’s and my relationship with our commissioning editor at Channel 4. He reacted like a master whose servant had suddenly jumped up and bitten him. (Which, in a way, was true.) He denounced me publicly with a barrage of invective that made me laugh. He said I wrote like an ‘incontinent drunk trying to piss in a small pot ’. It didn’t strike him that it wasn’t a problem that women tend to have, even if they’re drunk. I had to submit the script he had commissioned me to write or return the advance I had been paid. I wrote it up as a comedy based on the Bandit Queen debate. I wish I still had a copy. One of the characters was an ex- nun who wore a polka- dot habit and ran a sewing centre for raped Christian women. She was the prototype for the character who would come to be called Baby Kochamma in The God of Small Things. I myself appeared in the script as a bitter, twisted feminist of the kind my ex- friend the commissioning editor had made me out to be. He was in it, too, as part of the Holy Feminist Trinity, who were all men. There was also a minor character who had reveries of a motorcyclist who did a circus act inside her spit- bubble.”