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Punished For Speaking The Truth?




Since childhood, I was taught that if you lie, God will punish you! Why is then Snowden being expelled for exposing the true facts? I fail to understand. In today's times, if a person tries to go against the wind, his opponents change the direction of the wind.
But here, US authorities are indirectly admitting their crime by naming him a traitor. The man who has saved the mankind is being accused as a traitor!! The chain of events is clear and the reaction of the US government is making the grey patches clearer. Through a top-secret program called PRISM, authorized by federal judges working under the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act (FISA), the U.S. intelligence community had gained access to the servers of nine Internet companies for a wide range of digital data.  They were undertaking warrantless wiretapping of U.S. domestic telephone communications in 2005. 
 NSA (national Security Agency) had been extracting details of people illegally under the PRISM programme. They were spying on those very people who they were supposed to guard. This is when we need to pause and think – Shouldn't NSA be blamed as traitors instead of the man who has put his life on risk for the safety of his brethren? It is sad that the Obama administration is flagrantly violating the fundamental right to privacy of his people and now refusing to admit his mistake.

The US government has put thousands of officials on work to hunt Snowden physically and electronically as if he is a criminal. Snowden before getting the NSA documents leaked had left for Hong Kong. Knowing that the US government would surely trap him there, he left for Moscow en route Ecuador where he had applied as an applicant of the asylum. And guess what US did in the meantime? They cancelled Snowden's passport. Due to this, he is unable to leave Moscow or stay in Moscow. He is stranded in the international transit section of the Moscow airport. This way, US is indirectly pressurizing Russia to extradite Snowden. I was delighted to hear Russian President, Vladimir Putin when he said that they would neither detain nor extradite the whistleblower. His outright support for Snowden was seen with suspicion to which he clarified that Snowden was of no intelligence value to Russia. He further mentioned boldly that Russia had no formal extradition treaty with US and thus were not bound to obey the orders given by US.

But while penning my thoughts, I was wondering what Snowden must be thinking. He has left his wife, his home, his comforts so as to uncover the deep dark secrets of the intelligence community. He has prepared himself for the worst because he is well aware of the consequences of going against the world superpower. He can only pray that his act leads to the change he wanted to see. He can feel that the whole world's eyes are on him- while some look up with admiration, some staring for vengeance and some in guilt for not having chosen the righteous path. But in the end, having utmost belief, I know that power of truth is indomitable and invincible. Most philosophical sermons start with an aphorism that "If you have chosen the right direction, means are sure to follow!" I am confident that like Julian Assange, his friend will also see his dream coming true. Edward Snowden will be remembered as a agent of change for many generations to follow.  

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