Your support to any movement and general questions/reactions

1. How do you know the students/women/rape survivor/villagers/displaced people were right in their manner of protest? Why were they using sanitary pads to write their messages?
2. How do you know they are not wrong in raising the issue?
3. Why are they raising it NOW? Why are you supporting them NOW?
4. How do you know this is not political in nature? (I know it is. So? You lose your case. )
5. Have you heard the other side of the story?
6. Have you protested against all the bad things that are happening in all the other parts of the world? (I am sure you did not against the afforestation in Central Africa which is causing the current Ebola epidemic! What! you did not hear about that causing it? See. I told you!)
7. Did you stand up for that particular incident 10 or 20 years ago that happened in your college campus in the 1990s? You did not? You have no right to feel bad about anything that happened thereafter.
8. In such and such part of such and such country if women/students/sex-workers behaved like that (read, blocked roads, gheraoed officials) they would have been behind bars within few hours! (and that of course justifies your government's reaction too)
9. You support them! Do you know in such and such year in such and such event they behaved in such obnoxious manner? (the groups compared might be ISIS and Palestine children, students anywhere in India or the planet in any century)
10. It might be personal.

THE END!

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