The strike took place following months of protest from Indian farmers, a response to three farm acts passed by the Parliament of India in September 2020. According to protesters, the farm acts would leave small farmers, the vast majority, at the mercy of large corporations. Poor farmers were already desperate before the laws were passed - in 2019 alone, 10,281 agricultural workers committed suicide.
Dozens of farm unions began organizing protests demanding the repeal of these laws. After failing to get the support of their respective state governments, the farmers decided to pressure the Central Government by marching to Delhi en masse.
The farmers arrived at Delhi on November 25th, 2020 and were met by police, who employed the use of tear gas and water cannons, dug up roads, and used layers of barricades and sand barriers to try and stop their march.
On November 26th, 250 million workers from all over the country initiated a general strike in solidarity with the farmer’s struggle. According to Tricontinental: Institute for Social Research, trade unions issued a twelve-point charter of demands which included “the reversal of the anti-worker, anti-farmer laws pushed by the government in September, the reversal of the privatisation of major government enterprises, and immediate [Covid] relief for the population”.
Farmer protests continued for more than a year, featuring mass marches, clashes with police, and many failed negotiations between farmers’ unions and the government. Rakesh Tikait, a leader with Bharatiya Kisan Union (English: Indian Farmers’ Union) stated in October 2021 that approximately 750 participants have died in the protest.
Among the dead was a Senior Superintendent of Police in the city of Sonepat, who committed suicide, saying he could not bear the pain of the farmers. His suicide note read “Bullets fired from the guns kill only those whom they strike. The bullet of injustice, however, kills many with a single stroke… It is humiliating to suffer injustice.”
In a televised address on November 19th, 2021, Indian Prime Minister Narendra Modi stated that his government would repeal the three acts in the upcoming winter parliamentary session in December. The national spokesperson of the Bharatiya Kisan Union, Rakesh Tikait, stated the protests would only cease once the laws were repealed.
The film actor Deep Sidhu also joined the protests, and was quoted as having told a police officer the following: “Ye inquilab hai. This is a revolution. If you take away farmers’ land, then what do they have left? Only debt.”
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Fixing my sleep schedule like castro is fixing pineapples
I got arrested driving home from Thanksgiving an hours drive from my house. I was passing 2 cars on a long straightaway passing zone on a regular 2 lane road. I floored it since that’s the safest way to pass in an area like that, but a cop was sitting in the dark on the side of the road and clocked me at 98 in a 55. Got charged with reckless driving.
I’m paying extra for not having any social circle where I live, I literally didn’t have a single phone number of someone to come get my car. My partner was with me, but she never learned to drive so they towed my car and she had to get cuffed to ride with me. Then I got processed and released but we were now stuck at the state police barracks even further from my home. Called every cab company and tried Uber and Lyft but couldn’t get anyone to get us home.
Eventually they were getting ready to kick us out of the state police barracks at midnight when it was below freezing outside(and I didn’t have a jacket). So I tried to find a hotel that was open and finally found a weird roadside place with cabins that answered. We started walking and a cop leaving the barracks offered us a ride, but then told us we had to be in handcuffs to ride in the car. So we get to the hotel and the owner sees us getting uncuffed in his driveway and I had to tell him the whole story so he didn’t think he was letting freshly released murderers stay on his property.
We didn’t have anything we needed, no phone chargers, medications, warm clothes, etc. I didn’t sleep at all without my meds and started feeling really janky the next day.
Then I still had to get my car back the next day, but it was towed to a different town 30 miles away, and they weren’t answering the phone. So we had to take a cab home, which cost $250 because the nearest cab company was 40 miles away in the wrong direction.
Now I still have to get my car back on Monday, which is 25 miles from my house. I thought about walking it, but I’m afraid I’ll get there and not be able to take my car for some reason and I don’t think I can walk 50 miles in a day. I found someone on Facebook that is going to drive me, but they’re in a completely different town, so that’s going to cost me another $150.
I wanna say fuck the police(and I do), but this is sort of on me. I still think the cop could have just wrote me a big ticket instead, but I did go 98 mph. Police tows are just punishment though, since if I was broke down they would leave the car there for 5 days before towing it. It’s also bullshit that the tow company gets to charge a much higher rate to tow and store the car than they would get from AAA or someone who calls them directly.
It’s frankly embarrassing that I have nobody to call in an emergency, I’m seriously thinking of joining the episcopal church just to get a little bit of community. I’m not at all religious, but I met the pastor a while back and she’s a really kind lesbian who moonlights as a social worker.
I’m not sure why I just posted all this, I guess I’m just stress dumping. I also don’t really have anyone else to tell about it I guess.
I wish I could be part of an actual community. I don’t know if they really exist anymore. It feels like everyone is just playacting most of the time.
I feel this literally constantly, comrade. Social atomization, the loneliness epidemic, and the death of third places are all huge sources of psychic pain for more people than are probably willing to admit it or who can even recognize it. Wish I had better answers, but know that this is a pretty ubiquitous need and hole in people’s lives.
I totally agree with you. But at the same time, whenever I tell myself this, there’s another voice in my head that tells me “this is cope, I’m just a loser”.
The system around us wants us to individualize all of the shortcomings of our lives - be they social or economic - and that gnawing, self-defeating voice can be hard to deprogram and turn off. But I’m sure there are many, many people out there who would love you and connect with you and would see all your good qualities if they had the opportunity to do so. The world around us just isn’t built for us to discover each other in that way.
The best I’ve figured is to just try and take risks and attempt to connect with those I encounter within the compromised structures we have to navigate day-to-day (colleagues, neighbors, etc.). You’ll inevitably get burned sometimes, but you may also find friendship and community in places you otherwise wouldn’t expect.
being euthanized by grandma next saturday
Something strange has been happening to me lately I’ve just spontaneously been in a good mood
Is the depression finally waning?
