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“Justice will not be served until those who are unaffected are as outraged as those who are,” said Benjamin Franklin.  The release of the 20 year-old man who had perpetrated the most diabolic deeds on a woman against whom he had no reason to have any grudge highlights the helplessness of justice. 

Asha Devi, mother of Jyoti Singh, being consoled
by Shabana Azmi instead of by Justice
The law is helpless since it is bound to follow the written codes.  The criminal was a juvenile when he attacked a 23 year-old paramedical student three years ago in a cold winter night in Delhi.  The juvenile satiated his lust.  Not contented with that, he went on to gratify the monster within him by inflicting the most inhuman atrocities on the hapless victim.   And tomorrow he will walk free.  Because the law is helpless!  The law has to follow the written code that a juvenile cannot be retained in the correction home more than three years.  

What is the helplessness of the law doing to the society?  Letting lose a hardcore criminal on the society just because he had not sprouted enough moustache before he turned a devil?

The Juvenile Justice Amendment Act requires immediate attention.  Here is one attempt to get the law amended so that justice won’t be so helpless as it is now.  Your support by signing this petition will be appreciated.  Please follow this link to sign the petition.


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  1. HemaDecember 19, 2015 at 10:28 AM

    I signed. I'm hoping against hope that this animal doesn't get away.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 19, 2015 at 1:23 PM

      Thank you. Let him first become worthy of the human society.

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  2. Dipanwita ChakrabortyDecember 19, 2015 at 12:44 PM

    I have signed. Hope our collective push makes some difference

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 19, 2015 at 1:24 PM

      No power can ignore a reasonable collective demand.

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  3. Amit AgarwalDecember 19, 2015 at 1:03 PM

    I signed!
    I feel annoyed like her parents..
    Okay spare his moustache if it wasn't there, but punish his other things which made him do it..he needs to be castrated!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 19, 2015 at 1:27 PM

      If reports are true he has become worse in the last three years.

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  4. Arun MuthusamyDecember 19, 2015 at 4:11 PM

    Its done.

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  5. Alok singhalDecember 19, 2015 at 10:32 PM

    I have no words to express how I am feeling!

    Our judicial system is corrupt and defunct. Hope somebody takes a note of it seriously and does something about it sometime!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 19, 2015 at 10:46 PM

      Our legislators are very prompt to revise their pay structure and give themselves all kinds of allowances and bonuses. But when it comes to bringing justice to people, they need years !

      Delete
  6. Purba chakrabortyDecember 20, 2015 at 12:50 AM

    Thanks for sharing. I have signed it. Let's hope for the best.

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  7. UnknownDecember 20, 2015 at 1:49 PM

    I had received this change.org petition. Have signed it. Not sure about the effectiveness though.

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  8. Deepa GopalDecember 20, 2015 at 3:40 PM

    Signed.
    Hope something changes for the better...it's high time!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 20, 2015 at 7:03 PM

      He has been released. But placed under supervision of an NGO.

      Delete

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