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Time now to attack!

Let’s give this a crack!

Time to take the streets back!

Time now to attack!

Take a lesson, learn that knack!

You were hacked, now hack back!

Claim your life, take it back!

Time now to attack!

Let’s give this a crack!

Face the wounds
deep in your soul!

In the new Mahabharata

On your feet, let's roll!

Let's join hands,
let's fire up brands!

Name me!

Shame me!

Defame me!

But I’ll play this game, me!

They can lock your bodies up!

What can they do
to your tongues?

Reach out, eclipse the sun!

Bring night down on everyone!

Time now to attack!

Let's give this a crack!

Our babies waste away
The police look away

We just can’t get away!
The media has its day!

Who built these bars?

Vultures who chewed our hearts

Don’t wait for a messiah

Let your words carry fire

Get close to the vulture

Borrow tools from his culture

Learn from the humble ant

Who can fell the elephant

My legs walk on their own

The road urges me on, on!

They threw away the key

Now how come I’m free?

Take chili powder, grab it, dare

Ignore their shaming stare

Keep your eye on the goal

Step away from the common fold

Ask the question, wild and bold

That will uproot the macho world

Eye on the goal, focus your soul

Come now fight fire with fire

Get in our way? You risk our ire

I've been sliced
and diced and fried

I'm the walking dead,
I'm burnt inside

I've kept the lava tamed inside

It's bursting now, step aside

All my head, entire all

My head was consumed
by sorrow's fire

The drum-drum-drumming in my head
Scream all you want, now you're dead

Rise up now and cast him down
Sharpen your nails and blast him down

Listen, listen, as we go!

Hear our cry, hear our roar! Beat
those plowshares into swords!

We’re done with
words, words, words!

Tab him Grab him

Nab him Stab him

Now your life is on the line
Grab it, claim it, mine, mine

Watch out, we're nemesis!

Time now to attack!

Time to take our lives back!

Not one tear will be lost.

We'll make them count the cost.

With our rage, break this cage.

In such an hour,

we ourselves will shame us.

Time now to attack.

That which happened.
That which was seen.

That which was heard.
That which was said.

All of it wrong. All correct.

A mob of about 50 people stormed
into Nagpur District Court

and attacked criminal Akku Yadav
who was brought there for trial.

The mob broke this
door, barged in,

entered Court Room 7
and beat him to death.

This broken door

is a mute witness to the killing
inside Nagpur's main court.

Where Bharat alias Akku
Yadav, a local criminal,

was stabbed and
stoned to death today,

minutes before he was to be produced
in front of a public magistrate.

A mob of 40 to 50 people
armed with deadly weapons,

attacked and murdered
him on the spot.

The turn of events
is as unprecedented

as the crime itself.

All this happened so quickly

that police and court officials
became hapless bystanders.

This has put security arrangements
under the scanner once again.

Surprisingly, the police
haven't made any arrests yet

as the crowd vanished
almost immediately.

Today, the 13th of August…

- English, Hindi? Hindi.
- Hindi.

We are looking for the killers.

They fled in an auto-rickshaw.

The police were told the
number of the vehicle.

We have brought the driver
in and are questioning him.

The driver told them that about four
to five women got in at the court…

they got off at Kasturba
Nagar, and they were saying

they had murdered
someone in the court.

Then the police came scurrying

to Kasturba Nagar.

At least five to six
police vehicles rolled up.

Our area went dead silent.

The police came to arrest
me at my workplace.

They grabbed my hand
while taking me out.

I said, "Let go of my
hand. I’m coming with you."

They sneered, "You think
you’re Indira Gandhi?"

"You’re a murderer!"

I said, "As you say but why grab
my hand, I’ll come quietly."

The women came, calling
me "Bhagan! Bhagan!"

I said, "Shut up, cowards!
Don’t waste my time."

They insisted, "Please
listen, listen…

We killed Akku Yadav."

They swore on me.

I exclaimed, "What nonsense!"

"No, we really killed him."

I said, "Four women are in the
lockup. What happens to them?"

I said, "Let's go."

From Bhim Chowk, we
took an auto-rickshaw

and went straight to
Sadar Police Station.

It was full of people.

It was swarming with women.

All the women said,
"All of us killed him.

Why arrest only those five?"

- All the women were ready to surrender.
- All the women were ready to surrender.

We told them to arrest
all of us at one go.

Why didn’t they do that?

They tried bargaining with us.

The police made us an offer.

"Give us any five women."

"Any five old women."

The police tried to
save their skin saying,

"Give us someone,
anyone to arrest."

What did they think?
We were running a shop?

That you can randomly demand
two to three women to arrest?

We weren’t running a shop!

But many mothers felt,

"We should be arrested
instead of our daughters.

Our lives don't
matter that much."

This exchange actually happened!

As the saying goes,

"Thus far and no further."

Then comes a moment,

when the victims
stop fearing death.

Kasturba Nagar’s residents
formed a kangaroo court

and sealed Akku’s
fate in minutes.

Yes, Akku will never return.

I enjoyed a good mutton
feast over his death.

When my mother-in-law told me…

When we learned about
it, we were very happy.

- Everyone was happy!
- Very happy!

- We had a party!
- We were delighted!

Good, he died!

My husband didn't have any
money, so he came walking

all the way home to tell us,

"It’s great. We are
free. No tension now."

That day, I bought
two kilos of mutton.

How I cooked it!

I shared it with my mother,

we ate our fill, and sent
some to my landlord as well.

People mourn with curd-rice
at a death, I ate mutton!

Akku Yadav… He was my friend.

We chant, "God’s name is truth."

And death is the ultimate truth.

That’s why we say it.

He was buried because
he was unmarried.

Unmarried men are buried.

Akku's real name was Bharat…

Bharat Kalicharan Yadav.

When Akku was young, there
was a milkman, Babban.

He worked at their
house, milking cows.

Babban would tease him,
calling him, "Aaku-Aaku."

Aaku-Aaku became Akku.

When he was young,

he would take his
cattle to the river.

Every morning at nine,

he would take his
cattle to graze.

We were friends, he was
from a well-off family.

As in, he got to eat
regularly. I didn’t.

He played with my kids
when they were all young.

Tipcat, marbles.

Each finger was so thick.

Our fingers are
thin, his were thick.

Milking cows had made
his hands strong.

His forearms and thighs
were equally broad.

- He was fair-skinned.
- And nice and tall.

- With a sharp nose.
- Straight as a blade.

- He had sunken eyes.
- His voice…

- He had a deep voice.
- Powerful voice.

- He was full of bravado.
- He would stand up and say,

"Hey, what’re you up to?"

- He would eagerly dance to film songs.
- That's how he behaved.

Even as teenagers,

we would steal and gamble,

and horse around.

That was our daily routine.

Akku was an excellent swimmer.

He taught me to swim.

Jumping in was fine.
But coming out?

My arms wouldn't reach.

You had to find hand-holds.

Then, Akku would give me a hand.

When I think back to those days,

I feel none of this
should have happened.

STABBED 73 TIMES

KASTURBA NAGAR SEALED OFF

WITNESS BOX BECOMES THE WITNESS

ONE PREGNANT AMONG
THE ARRESTED WOMEN

After the news broke,

people scrambled to
contact Kasturba Nagar.

There were social workers and
some do-gooders from nearby.

They began to ask questions

and the news spread
like wildfire.

People from the metros
landed in Nagpur

and the cameras began to roll.

Women and children snatched
justice at Nagpur District Court.

Bypassing legitimate ways,

why did women take the
law into their own hands?

The killers apparently are women
from the surrounding areas.

Women here are openly confessing
to the crimes, saying,

"Akku had abducted and raped
women in this locality."

He had terrorized
everyone for ten years.

He would not only beat
men but also rape women.

All the news channels
came to interview me.

And the reporters kept asking,
"How do you feel?" I said, "Great!"

As we walk into Nagpur's Kasturba Nagar
signs of the locality's newfound fame,

a foreign media crew is here to
record the testimonies of its women.

The women of the slum,
who lived in fear of Yadav

are Dalits, the poorest of the poor,
formerly known as Untouchables.

Many earn less than 50 cents
a day working as servants.

The media fueled the fire.

Chasing ratings and readership.

They roared, "Give us Akku
Yadav. We'll kill him!"

And so saying, they
attacked and lynched him.

The name of the deceased was
Bharat Kalicharan aka Akku Yadav.

Why did the women of Nagpur

feel the need to kill?

The law was doing
nothing so we had to act.

We had no faith
in the judiciary.

All the women together
have killed him

because he…

If you think the
women were right,

pick up your mobile
phone and SMS YES.

If you think they
were wrong, SMS NO.

Who creates Akku Yadav?

You have to ask this question.
That's the fundamental thing.

He lived and was a part of
that particular locality.

His social, economic…

and other characteristics
were similar.

I was so sorry to hear about
Bharat Kalicharan Yadav’s death.

His conduct in school was good.

He was regular in school
and good at academics.

But after the 7th
grade, he dropped out.

After that, what became of him,
where he went, we have no idea.

It was a family of six
brothers and six sisters.

All his brothers were goons.

Hardcore criminals.

His eldest brother, Lallu,
was in the railways.

Lallu was also a criminal.

You may wonder, a government
employee and a criminal?

But he was!

Things were fine when
his father was alive.

When their father died,

they lost all their cattle
and they were ruined.

After that, they even
struggled for food.

They sold off their cattle
to get the sisters married.

No one in their
family was working.

No one would earn.

Akku was the youngest
and unmarried.

He had no food and no future.

So what could he do?

So, he started to follow

in his elder
brother's footsteps.

Akku and his friend
burst into our house.

They came in and hunkered
down next to my husband.

They signaled us to be quiet.

I teased him, "Police
looking for you?"

They must have been
gambling somewhere.

He asked me to check if the
police were still there.

I checked and they were gone.

But what was also
gone was a watch.

It was on the TV and at
some point he pocketed it.

Won't I ask if my
things go missing?

So I asked, "Brother,

when you two visited that day,

a watch was lying on the TV and
has been missing ever since."

He roared, "Are you
accusing me of stealing?"

My husband was outside and
Akku gave him one tight slap.

I was fuming. I ached
to do something.

So humiliating to see
one's own husband beaten.

My husband is such a gentle soul

and for him to be
beaten so badly?

I couldn’t bear it.

I didn’t know what to
do to that bastard.

"How dare you?

How dare you accuse
me of stealing?"

He slammed a glass jar
down. It pierced his hand.

A huge gash.

His hand started bleeding.

I couldn't bear it.

He was wiping his
blood on the walls.

I pleaded, "Please, don't
stain the walls of my shop."

I dressed his
wound with a cloth.

I bandaged his wound.

It was terrifying.

My father had stepped
out to buy kerosene

- and Akku snatched the money.
- He snatched it.

We had to go hungry.

No kerosene, no cooking.

We went hungry thanks to him.

He swallowed our fuel money.

He collected a whole lot of
loose change and small coins

and gave them to me
in a plastic bag.

He said, "Manish, I
want to have a drink."

So he made me count the coins

and asked me to buy alcohol. I
refused to go with those coins.

He would say,

"You’re earning, right?
Give me 10,000 rupees."

That was his demand.

He would say, "Ask your
rich employers for money."

The goods for my shop
were stacked outside.

In broad daylight,
he picked them up

and sold them off.

He robbed me of my livelihood.

He crippled me.

I was stunned.

For a few hours, I sat
dazed under a tree.

I was lost.

I couldn't fathom… what was I?

Nothing? Or a
fraction of nothing?

Back then, the WCL colony
was under construction.

We went there to steal.

We chanced upon a couple there.

Everyone had different motives.

I just wanted to
snatch their money.

But at that moment
Akku went rogue.

Lust took over.

He tried to find some privacy.

Right at that moment,
the boy broke free.

He ran off to Koradi
Police Station.

The case was filed under
Section 354 - molestation.

Up to that point,
we were together

but after that destiny sent
us down different paths.

CENTRAL JAIL, NAGPUR

Jail can either reform you

or ruin you.

One meets lots of people,
lots of criminals.

Under their influence, Akku
decided to become a criminal

and indeed, he became one.

He went to jail for theft…

and hooliganism.

There he met many
hardcore criminals

and they started
visiting our area.

Akku knew how to treat a guest.

A full-service offering.

You know how people offer
a guest, tea, cold drinks?

In our line of work,

we offer cannabis,
alcohol, mutton…

He would demand meat.

Nobody could refuse him.

Then they would have a feast, get
drunk, and crash at the host’s house.

Akku would tell the
police what was going on,

who was doing what, and where.

He was an informant.

He would get others
drunk but stay alert.

He was sharp, observant.

He could read
people at a glance.

You saw him and you
started shivering.

You know how we’d
signal each other?

"Hey! He’s coming, hide!"

- "Go!"
- We would inform each other.

We would never utter his name.

Our code name for
him was "Madam."

"Motherfucker! How dare
you call me Madam?"

"Sisterfucker! Come
here." Such was his tone.

He would cuss out our
mothers and sisters.

All women were bastards
and motherfuckers for him.

Only our husbands have the
right to abuse us like that

But we had to take it from him

because we feared for our lives.

We would pee in a pot at
home rather than go out.

We couldn't step
out for fear of him.

He wanted the whole
area to be silent.

No cooking, no stepping out.

He would bang on
and break our doors.

He would barge into our houses.

These were daily ordeals.

My daughter-in-law
came running, panting.

She said, "He’s ransacking
someone's house.

My heart is pounding."

She was so terrified of him
that she lost her unborn child.

A poor old man from
our area had died.

There was a narrow lane nearby

The funeral had to
pass through that lane

but Akku and his gang
were gambling there.

The body was ready for its last journey
but they had to wait for over an hour

till Akku and company
finished their game.

Only then could
the funeral pass.

During that period,

there were no celebrations
and no weddings.

No vendors, no sellers, no
auto drivers would come here.

It was like a lockdown.

As if a curfew had been imposed.

- The clock strikes six…
- At 6 p.m.!

He unzipped his jacket.

It had many pockets inside.

They were loaded with pistols,
knives, and other weapons.

He flaunted them at me,
"Mother, have a look!"

I said, "Son, I have
been dead a long time."

I came from a
village to this city.

This atmosphere, this dance of death, I
saw it all and still, I fought through.

But slowly, my heart
turned to stone.

Now I have become tough as rock.

I was passing Indora
Chowki with a friend

and I spotted a moped
near the police station.

Akku had one foot
resting on the scooter

looking towards Jaswant Talkies.

I told my friend,

"Come, I'll introduce
you to another friend."

I said, "Munnabhai, this
is Akku Yadav, a gangster."

Akku nodded and reached
into his pocket,

pulled out a knife,
and opened it.

With Indora Police
Station behind us,

Akku had the guts
to flash a knife

and jab it into
the scooter's seat.

He said, "Yes, I am
Akku Yadav, a gangster."

My friend said,
"You have a knife?"

He retorted, "What else
should I have? A pen?

I'm a gangster.

Obviously, I’ll carry a knife."

Knives, glass pieces and stones
were used to brutally kill him.

As many as 50 women attacked
him using knives and stones.

Five women, recognized by
eyewitnesses, are behind bars.

But more and more women
are coming forward

claiming they too
were part of the mob.

"WOMEN'S COMMISSION DEMANDS
RELEASE ON GROUNDS OF SELF-DEFENSE"

AKKU YADAV LYNCHING CASE:
SPARKS INDEFINITE PROTESTS

This is a different
kind of struggle.

Either we are all in or all out.

We won’t back down until
the five women are released.

The police were clueless.

They kept asking,

"Do you have
permission to protest?"

In return, I asked the police,

"Had Akku Yadav taken
permission when he raped?"

We held a silent protest,
black cloth over our mouths,

condemning the police
and the administration.

We said, "You
failed to protect us

and when we did it ourselves

you’re harassing us."

I had also declared that
on the 15th of August

we would not hoist
the national flag.

Our people want to live
simple, secure lives.

Come, let us work together

to revive the values of
our freedom struggle.

15th of August is
India’s Independence Day.

We too wanted freedom.

So we decided to revolt
against this rapist.

And so one fine morning, 13th
of August, in court, this!

This was historic
because women did it.

The Maharashtra government,
the police, the judiciary,

the women of Kasturba
Nagar had no faith in them.

- We had no one on our side.
- No one helped us.

Not even the police.

Only one person would
help, Asha Bhagat.

She would support us.

- She would help us.
- She would feed the poor.

She wasn't a bystander,
she'd actually help.

She was like a deer.

She was short but
swift like a deer.

She would rush to the rescue

and order Akku, "Stop
it! Let them go!"

Akku was wary of her

because she would
often threaten him,

"Motherfucker, better
stop harassing the poor.

Or I’ll teach you a lesson."

She fought for the poor.

She was no less than a
guardian angel for us.

Asha Bhagat sold alcohol.

Her usual customers
were criminals.

Hardcore criminals.

Akku saw her as a competitor.

Slowly, the rivalry between
Akku and Asha intensified.

Asha teamed up with
other Marathi people

and planned Akku’s murder…

finish him off!

Akku had become very
powerful by then.

No one dared to challenge him.

So they gained his
trust, got him drunk,

and in that kerfuffle,
they ambushed him.

Akku was terrified of dying.

They hit him on the head.

He tried to save himself and
somehow managed to escape.

And then he just vanished.

They searched all night.

Then, Akku felt the Marathi
people were a threat.

So he turned to the
Hindi-speaking people.

One of whom was Avinash Tiwari.

Tiwari’s star was on the
rise so Akku befriended him.

When Akku was attacked,

Avinash donated his blood
and saved his friend's life.

Avinash was a nice guy.

He would talk to everyone.

Akku didn't like him being
friendly with others.

Akku was possessive
about Avinash.

"It’s either me or
others," he would say.

But Avinash would visit
Asha’s house as well.

Akku asked, "Why do
you go to her house?"

Avinash said, "You’re
a friend and so is she.

I’m friends with everyone."

They argued over this.

It was still only words…

Akku headed straight home

and came back with…

I was standing on the road

opposite Asha’s house.

Akku opened the knife with
his teeth and stabbed Avinash.

One stab was all it took.

Asha was screaming
from the other side.

"Bastard! You killed
such a gem of a person!

He donated blood for you, he was
your friend and you killed him!"

He was screaming back,
"Shut your face."

"Go home. You’re next."

It began as a friendly quarrel.

Akku didn't think
he would kill him.

He was sorry about it later.

He repented

because he killed
an upper-caste man.

That was a no-no.

First, tea in the early morning.

Then, a glass of milk.

Soon after, breakfast was
served followed by lunch.

People were always
around to have fun.

Cards, games, always
something to do.

Jail was like a hostel for us.

We would take snacks for him.

If he wanted to drink,

we would sneak in alcohol

by mixing it in his curry.

He’d have it and get high.

It was fun for him.

If a womb can't confine
us, how can prison?

We got out, we always do.

If not today, then
soon enough. For sure!

He murdered Avinash
Tiwari in broad daylight

but he was released
in ten months.

Out so soon?

We were stunned.

Then for a couple of years,

he warned people
not to talk to Asha.

He kept an eye on her.

The war between them got worse.

It was a hot summer night.

The coolers were on.

Ashok’s house is next
to Baban’s paan shop.

Akku and company were drinking
at Baban’s from 11 p.m. to 2 a.m.

He bought cigarettes and
tobacco plugs from my shop.

That day, he even paid for them!

He never paid otherwise but
that day he chose to pay.

Yes, he paid 100 rupees.

I had no idea what was
going to happen to her

or I would have warned her.

Her door was shut.

Her daughter was
painting her hands…

She offered to do
her mother’s hands.

When…

He asked for water saying
he was her son’s friend.

She believed him.

They were hiding near the
door, armed with weapons.

And then…

She begged them to
let her mother go

but they didn't listen.

After the murder,

I asked them,

"How did you do it?"

He beheaded her
and left her there.

They chopped off
her ears, her nose.

They mutilated her breasts.

It was savage.

He murdered Asha,
that poor soul!

We felt so bad.

He had completely
disfigured her.

One day after the murder,

we were having snacks
at a roadside stall

and a police van arrived.

Akku was in the van
sitting at his ease.

The police took a
whole lot of samosas.

Policemen never pay.

And we watched Akku
relish those samosas.

He was in jail for 16 months

for Asha Bhagat’s murder.

I met Akku in jail.

He had a distinctive style.

He would stroll with
his hands behind him.

He greeted me,
"Rajubhai, how are you?"

I asked, "You’re still here?"

He replied, "Won’t a lion
stroll in his own jungle?"

In court cases against Akku,

all the witnesses
would accompany him

and we knew the
verdict in advance.

That was because the
witnesses would turn hostile.

So these cases were a cakewalk.

CENTRAL JAIL, NAGPUR

After he came out, he wreaked
havoc in Kasturba Nagar.

He thought he'd done a big
thing, killing a woman.

After that, it began…

It got too much.

All night a ruckus.

Nobody spared. A
house of horror.

He terrorized all
the women there.

Their souls were in torment,

their rage uncontrollable.

In court, that fury
finally burst out.

My sister has been arrested.

Her child keeps asking,
"Where is my mother?"

But we can't tell her
that she is in jail.

I want my sister to come home.

Now the immediate worry is to
secure the release of the five women

who have been arrested.

We will go on the
18th to surrender

and we will try to
get them released.

We will be around 400 women.

The strength of unity will
be on full display tomorrow

when these women surrender
to the court en masse.

Nobody can deny the fact

that women participated
in that crime.

But the question still remains.

Was it women who killed
Akku in that courtroom?

Would these poor women,
domestic workers carry weapons?

Was Akku never alone?

Did he never go to pee or poop?

Did he take a dump
with his gang?

They could’ve killed
him in his house.

Why in court?

Those who wanted
to shame the system

made use of this incident
to create rifts in society.

Those people manipulated
the women to achieve this.

We dared them to
arrest all 200 women.

But they failed to prove
that women did not do it.

People write pulp
fiction, don’t they?

It’s easy to write such tales.

But this is a different story.

Are women capable of killing?

Can the hands that cut
vegetables, kill people?

I don't think so.

The post-mortem report
cited horrible injuries.

Even his intestines
had been ripped out.

Can women kill so brutally?

Some say men dressed as women

murdered Akku and escaped.

"We killed Akku!"

"We killed Akku!"

"We really killed him!"

"What are you blabbering?
I don’t believe you!"

Nobody wants to believe that
the oppressed, the Dalits,

or women could do this.

Those ladies didn't kill Akku.

Men could never have done this.

Truly, only women
could have done this.

I call it a perfect murder

because the killers are
right there before you.

Somebody killed him, right?

Seventy-five stab wounds, right
in the middle of a courtroom,

and yet nobody knows who
killed him and for what reason.

Subtitle translation
by: Bharath VH