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One pretty cool granny

Parkaso Tomar would be inspiring anywhere (as younger people follow one of my favorite mantras, "If she can do it, I can do it"), but this woman lives in an Indian village in an area where, as the article states, honor killings and female abortions are common. She picked up a gun when she was sixty, keeping her young sister-in-law company at an all-make shooting range, and discovered that shooting is a gift for her. And at 75, she's still shooting.

When she beats a man in a competition, she wins a victory for women everywhere. And she's a role model for younger Indian girls.

Peace be on you, Parkaso Tomar. Women like you are pearls of great price.


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Jul. 8th, 2011 05:44 pm (UTC)
This is fabulous. Thanks for sharing.
Jul. 9th, 2011 08:15 pm (UTC)
I love this type of report.
Jul. 10th, 2011 01:26 pm (UTC)
That's just awesome, thanks for sharing. As someone of Indian origin, having grown up in one of the most accepting and free countries to live in (the Netherlands), it frequently really pains and frustrates me to hear of the way these women are still living and raised and missing out on all the freedom I have (because I can't help but compare even though I know it's not comparable), and often not even wanting it (because that's how they are raised).
So stories like this, about them actually stepping up and fighting the status quo, really make me happy.
Aug. 10th, 2011 12:58 am (UTC)
This article left me literally breathless, I got so choked up; and then I figured, I might as well comment and explain, since this doesn't seem to have gotten much attention here from most people.
I was an exchange student in Uttar Pradesh in 2003-2004, not far from the area Parkaso Tomar grew up. I was a 16-year-old American girl, blonde and fair-skinned, and marked by everyone who saw me as a potentially valuable hostage; I was unable to travel to many areas, never allowed to leave the grounds unchaperoned, not even allowed to wander in our own walled garden without permission. For all the beautiful things I found in India, I retain a visceral sense of what it was like to live as a young woman in that area of the world, with real violence lurking just outside. I also retain a vivid memory of how frustrated I felt by it: to be denied so many freedoms I was accustomed to, to be judged on my sex and never my skill or intelligence first. (Looking back, I wonder how my parents survived letting me go there at all.)
Sometimes the biggest difference we can make comes just from being unshakably ourselves, no matter who we're told to be instead. Thank you for using your voice and your influence to share so much inspiration.
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