Last week, a film producer named Kamal Kishore Mishra, ran over his wife’s legs at 3 am. He was in his Mercedes with a woman, presumably an amorous relationship. His wife, finding him thus, banged on the car window. He moved the car a little, enough to dislodge her, so she fell, then continued to drive over her legs. He did stop for a minute (so nice) but he did not get out of the car or even roll down the window. Once someone came to help his wife, he sped away.

The incident sounds uncommon—but the only uncommon thing about it is that it was captured on CCTV. Otherwise domestic violence happens behind closed doors. Not that doors block out the sounds of violence, or the tone in which men denigrate their wives, or that they don’t do it when you too are in their home, jokingly or nastily humiliate their wives for being homebodies or limited in some way, when that’s the precise gendered expectation they had when marrying.