Greenpeace and the battle in India

The anti NGO stand of the Govt of India, egged on by a rabid TV media has revealed more about the Govt than about the motives of the NGO in question, or those like them.

1- It has revealed that the Govt will do anything, including pulverising citizens rights, if the interests of corporates seem in danger. The Greenpeace activism had the potential to harm the Adani like entities.

2- It has revealed that the Govt has such shoddy relations with its counterparts in the developed world that an NGO activists foriegn visit seems like a threat. Wasted foreign trips by Modi.

3- It has revealed that the Govt will hide behind the argument of energy security of India to support the energy giants and mining giants. All this, while the poor who are purportedly the beneficiaries of this future 'energy security' may be annihilated in the process.

4- It has revealed that while the Govt finds it laudable to beg the developed countries for FDI , foreign funding for NGOs is 'slavery'.

http://www.countercurrents.org/ahrc060515.htm

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