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Justice....

Recently, I read an article written by Jaya Menon in Indian Express. It was about a nun-turned-activist fighting on behalf of rape victims to secure justice. The stories were horrifying.
However, at the least, the victims were able to get some justice. I believe just by reporting such developments, the national media could contribute enormously to build and sustain public opinion against such crimes.
Don't know how vernacular dailies are covering such news. But, recently, a leading Tamil newspaper ran a lead story of woman partying along with men in a private party. The story, apparently, questioned whether it is right for such things (like woman drinking along with men and partying) to happen in the state. In another instance, a Tamil magazine run by Sun group ran a story criticising a Tamil actress who apparently spoke approvingly of pre-marital sex. It may be noted that this actress is a presenter in Sun TV's competitor.

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