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Don't let peddlers of hate turn you into a tool

JNU students are not stealing money from public banks. The powerful but immoral business men and their cronies in the nation's bureaucracy are.
Beef eaters are not stealing your food; subsidizing for the politicians and driving farmers to kill themselves. The culprit are the flawed policies of the apathetic government shaped in no small measure by lobbying corporate and business-politician nexus.
The 'Muslims'/ 'Hindus'/ 'Flying Spaghetti Monster worshippers' are not attacking your dignity as a human being. It is the capitalist power centers who would not let you organise and rise as equals. It perpetuates inequality and dreams of 'making it big', a lottery rigged from the start.
The 'Anti-nationals' are only really anti-stupor. They are not endangering your survival. Your existence is being endangered by blind corporates and corrupt bureaucrats who subvert moral responsibilities, and who prioritise profit over human life.
Jats/ Dalits/ OBCs are not stealing your livelihood. The culprit is the government which prioritizes vote bank politics over building a decent educational infrastructure and access to skill developmental platforms.

When you see any politician, media personality blaming a people, blaming each other, blaming you, blaming weak scapegoats for state failure, you should know you are being sold hatred. you are being fooled. you are being turned into a tool. an expendable vote giving tool.

Don't be a tool. Be better than that. Recognise the merchants of hate and banish them from your life.  Recognise your interests and fight for them.

The only true struggle is that of the powerless against the unjust powerful. Any other struggle is merely a smokescreen where you are a 'bali ka bakra'. Don't be. Fight with eyes wide open. 

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