Recently, CNN reported that a 2-year old girl child was brought into a New Delhi hospital with life-threatening injuries, and the subsequent investigation unearthed evidence of a human trafficking ring involving girls and women being “sold into marriage”, “forced into prostitution”, “exploited”, “treated poorly”, and every creative euphemism one might reasonably (or unreasonably) imagine for the act of men raping girls and women, and men profiting from other men raping girls and women. Apparently, CNN is aware that the rape-word exists, because it says it once. One time.
One wonders whether their using the word at all has more to do with Google and keyword searches, than anything else, just in case the entire population hasn’t fully come around to Orwellian Newspeak yet and still Googles old-school style. Because as invested as CNN obviously is in propagandizing and normalizing rape, and not offending their male readership who both enjoy and benefit from it when rape is normalized, instead of called what it actually is, there’s also something to be gained (for CNN) from maximizing page hits. CNN knows on which side its bread is buttered, and in this case, its buttered on both sides.
“Sex-racket involving minors and child prostitution and sale of women for marriage” it is, then! That very exhausting euphemism brought to you by one Raaj Mangal Prasad, head of India’s Child Welfare Committee. CNN must’ve just loved printing that one. They couldn’t have downplayed the horror, and erased the human-trafficking and slavery aspects while sexing it up for its porn-tastic reader base any better themselves.
From the article:
Indians came to know of Baby Falak after a distraught teenage girl, only 14, brought the baby to the hospital, claiming to be her mother.
On the night of January 17, the baby just kept crying and crying, the teenager told the Child Welfare Committee in New Delhi. Angered by the tantrum, the girl slapped the baby three or four times — and bit her.
A while later, she said, the baby slipped on a wet bathroom floor and fell on her face. The girl tied a bandage around the baby’s head but the wound began to swell. The next day, when the baby did not wake up, the girl took her to the hospital.
The doctors said Baby Falak was bruised the color of eggplant and beets. She was in a coma. They did not believe the girl’s story. Nor that she was Falak’s biological mother.
“My personal opinion would be that it doesn’t look like a simple case of falling down,” said Dr. Deepak Agarwal, a neurosurgeon at the hospital.
She was referred to a juvenile center for counseling and police launched an investigation.
South Delhi deputy Police Commissioner Chhaya Sharma formed five teams to fan out across India to track down Falak’s real family.
What police learned in the subsequent weeks was shocking.
Shocking? Shocking to whom? Girls and women know what goes on in this world, and what men do. And boys and men know it too, because they are the ones perpetrating these atrocities and human-rights violations on girls and women. So who’s left to be shocked? I mean really. Everyone, and I mean everyone already knows about this stuff, so who are they trying to kid? This is a serious question.
In reality, it seems as if CNN is writing for the future. Or, you know, for aliens, the ones that are watching us right now and have reason to believe that dogs really own their masters, because who picks up whose shit, ay?
In true Orwellian Ministry of Truth style, CNN appears to be fudging history, in real time, for the benefit of their own archives, so that subsequent generations might be properly mislead about what has always happened, and what boys and men have always done to girls and women. So that these future-people will be completely without context within which to evaluate their own reality, where boys and men rape girls and women all the time, everywhere, and everyone is trying really hard to pretend that it’s just a matter of educating boys and men and cracking down on crime, and then everything will be better. Because they have no reliable history to show them how and why those strategies are so horribly, horribly wrong, and unlikely to fix anything, and history bears this out, that the only real solution is to keep boys and men as far away from girls and women as possible, because that’s just what boys and men do to girls and women and they will never stop.
What we are witnessing here, is the Ministry of Truth being expedient, and not making the mistake of printing the truth the first time around, so it needn’t be corrected later. It’s Orwell’s totalitarian propaganda machine, but on a budget. Of course, thanks to the internet, any “corrections” that need to be made can be done so very easily, and without killing any trees, which is nice.
And now, a bit from Orwell’s 1984:
“People in the Records Department did not readily talk about their jobs. In the long, windowless hall, with its double row of cubicles and its endless rustle of papers and hum of voices murmuring into speakwrites, there were quite a dozen people whom Winston did not even know by name, though he daily saw them hurrying to and fro in the corridors or gesticulating in the Two Minutes Hate. He knew that in the cubicle next to him the little woman with sandy hair toiled day in day out, simply at tracking down and deleting from the Press the names of people who had been vaporized and were therefore considered never to have existed. There was a certain fitness in this, since her own husband had been vaporized a couple of years earlier. And a few cubicles away a mild, ineffectual, dreamy creature named Ampleforth, with very hairy ears and a surprising talent for juggling with rhymes and metres, was engaged in producing garbled versions — definitive texts, they were called — of poems which had become ideologically offensive, but which for one reason or another were to be retained in the anthologies. And this hall, with its fifty workers or thereabouts, was only one sub-section, a single cell, as it were, in the huge complexity of the Records Department. Beyond, above, below, were other swarms of workers engaged in an unimaginable multitude of jobs. There were the huge printing-shops with their sub-editors, their typography experts, and their elaborately equipped studios for the faking of photographs. There was the tele-programmes section with its engineers, its producers, and its teams of actors specially chosen for their skill in imitating voices. There were the armies of reference clerks whose job was simply to draw up lists of books and periodicals which were due for recall. There were the vast repositories where the corrected documents were stored, and the hidden furnaces where the original copies were destroyed. And somewhere or other, quite anonymous, there were the directing brains who co-ordinated the whole effort and laid down the lines of policy which made it necessary that this fragment of the past should be preserved, that one falsified, and the other rubbed out of existence.
And the Records Department, after all, was itself only a single branch of the Ministry of Truth, whose primary job was not to reconstruct the past but to supply the citizens of Oceania with newspapers, films, textbooks, telescreen programmes, plays, novels — with every conceivable kind of information, instruction, or entertainment, from a statue to a slogan, from a lyric poem to a biological treatise, and from a child’s spelling-book to a Newspeak dictionary. And the Ministry had not only to supply the multifarious needs of the party, but also to repeat the whole operation at a lower level for the benefit of the proletariat. There was a whole chain of separate departments dealing with proletarian literature, music, drama, and entertainment generally. Here were produced rubbishy newspapers containing almost nothing except sport, crime and astrology, sensational five-cent novelettes, films oozing with sex, and sentimental songs which were composed entirely by mechanical means on a special kind of kaleidoscope known as a versificator.”
CNN, what you are doing is wrong. Please stop. And no, you don’t get points for starting up your “Freedom Project to end Modern Day Slavery,” not really, not when you constantly, constantly use the words “sex” and “rape” interchangeably. That is just completely unforgivable. If and when you succeed in making it completely obvious to the discerning reader whether they’ve wandered into an online porn-shop or real, actual human-rights advocacy for girls and women, we’ll talk.