What threatens fascism the most is the idea of a free-thinking human being and an educational space that nurtures a critical outlook. From JNU to Punjab University to Lucknow and across campuses, we are witnessing a renewed wave of repression orchestrated by the Sangh-BJP ecosystem in collusion with the state apparatus.

Across campuses, students are rising for equity, dignity, campus democracy, and affordable education. In response, the BJP-ABVP machinery is working to turn universities into battlegrounds of hate, pushing communal, Manuvadi, and patriarchal politics while crushing every voice of dissent.

In JNU, students were thrown into jail for demanding action against casteist discrimination and a casteist Vice Chancellor. In Punjab, students resisting the poison of RSS hatred were detained. In Bangalore, those who spoke out against militarised violence and sexual assault faced organised right-wing attacks. In Lucknow, even the basic right of Muslim students to offer namaz became a target, with solidarity actions met by state repression.

In the first part of a series on campuses as spaces of critical education and struggle, Comrade Smriti examines JNU, the New Education Policy, and the broader ideological assault that seeks to hollow out education, strip it of its critical edge, and reduce it to an instrument of control under fascism. Comrade Nitish, former JNUSU President who was arrested and jailed in Tihar, reflects on prisons as extensions of this system, where casteist and communal hierarchies structure everyday violence.

It was 20th August 2025 when I started receiving phone calls and messages about the installation of some machine at the gate of B.R. Ambedkar Central Library, JNU. I was the President of the JNU Students’ Union at that time. I reached the gate and asked the workers to stop the work until we could speak to the Acting Librarian. She did not meet us that day. After a protest, the work was stopped for the day.

Immediately, we sent some queries to the Acting Librarian regarding the Facial Recognition Technology System; at that time we did not even know that it was FRT. We asked about the decision-making procedure, the minutes of the AC/EC meetings, the cost of the machine, and the rationale behind it. Instead of having a dialogue, she chose to deploy Delhi Police on the campus and forcefully install the system.

After a protest and the announcement of an indefinite sit-in, the JNU administration issued a notice under the signature of the Registrar stating that they would form a committee which would talk and deliberate with all stakeholders, and that the status quo regarding the installation would be maintained. However, the JNU administration betrayed this assurance and, without even forming a committee, again tried to install it during the JNUSU elections, when the Model Code of Conduct was applicable.

When the new union came with Aditi as its President, they again protested. The FRT was uninstalled by the union and the administration rusticated all four office bearers, including me. But this rustication came a day before the union had announced a march for the Rohith Act on 3rd February.

The campus rises from 3rd February against the rustication, the CPO Manual, and for the Rohith Act. Multiple strikes, dharna, marches, juloos happened but the Admin did not say anything. However, Madam VC Shantishree D. Pandit said shamelessly in a podcast that Dalits are drugged with permanent victimhood just like Blacks. This was intolerable. She disrespected hundreds of years of struggle and movements for our dignity.

When she failed to apologise and resign even after multiple protests and marches on campus, JNUSU announced the Long March to the Ministry of Education for her resignation and the enactment of UGC Regulations along with the Rohith Act. However, a peaceful march that started from Sabarmati T-Point was met with violence. The Delhi Police locked the university’s North Gate and carried out heavy barricading. A large police force, including the RAF, tear gas units, rifles, and a riot control vehicle, was deployed. We came to know through one police officer that forces from 12 police stations had been deployed that day.

Why such heavy force? The simple answer is that we were demanding accountability from the Vice-Chancellor of a university known worldwide for its public education model. Delhi Police has beaten many of our friends. The Police dragged President Aditi, Joint Secretary Danish, Vice President Gopika and dozens of students from the University gate and sent to Kapasera. One Police man, seen everywhere in video, came closely to a person who was holding the portrait of Baba Saheb Ambedkar, and snatched the portrait and break it. The Government of India later asked all social media handles to struck down this video from everywhere. 

I came out of the gate to ensure medical assistance for one of the detainees, who was a PwD student, but the Delhi Police also detained me and took me to Jafarpur Kalan Police Station. They shifted us at midnight to Kapashera Police Station, and after bureaucratic torture throughout the night, they told us in the morning that they would arrest 14 students and produce us before the magistrate.

It was a major crackdown on the nationwide movement that erupted after the stay on the UGC Equity Regulations by the Honourable Supreme Court.

When we first entered Prison No. 4 of Tihar, a police officer asked us to sit down and said, “niche baith ja.” He was sitting on a very high chair and we were told to sit on the floor on our legs. This was shocking and humiliating. I was reminded of the movie Maamannan by Mari Selvaraj, where a Dalit man was asked to sit on the floor when he went to meet an upper-caste feudal landlord in his area. The prison is not a democratic set up but a replica of feudal orders in modern city. One of our friends tried to sit on a stool that was there, but one of the police officers shouted “Aeeeeee” in a very high pitch.

Later, when we were waiting in the lobby for verification, I was sitting with one leg over the other, the way I usually sit. Again, someone shouted in a high pitch, “pair ko niche rakh, jail aaya hai tu.”  We were not even allowed to put our hands in our pockets or on our waist, or to stand upright with both our hands folded.

The first thing we heard inside the jail was the sheer normalisation of abuses and slurs by both police officials and inmates. These slurs were always directed at our mothers and sisters and their body parts. It was shameful and disturbing that even police officials spoke like this.

I am not referring to slurs directed specifically at me or any individual. But if we stood anywhere in the prison for even two minutes, we would hear dozens of abuses and slurs in that time frame. Violence does not always come in physical form. Listening to abuses and slurs directed at anyone is an insult to our mothers and sisters.

The ecosystem of the prison has institutionalised this. One might say it is not institutionalised if it is only said by inmates, but when the very people responsible for reform use such language as if it were their official language, it becomes institutionalised.

I was allotted Barrack No. 1 of Ward No. 1. Except for one, all eight male persons from JNU-14 were sent to different wards. Only Comrade Varki was in Ward 1, but in Barrack No. 5.

When I first entered the ward, the inmates who were on duty asked us, after learning that we were from JNU, “kyon karte ho ye sab protest?” They had just beaten and abused one inmate who had been released for breaking the queue.

The prison had mixed reactions when people heard about JNU. Some praised what we do and cursed the government for suppressing dissent and protest, while others sympathised with our cause but advised us not to indulge in all this. During a scanning process when they came to know that we are from JNU, we were treated like criminals, as if there was no need for enquiry, trial, or a chargesheet. The officers did not say anything personally to me about JNU, but our friends were questioned with remarks such as: “desh ke khilaf narebaazi kiye ho?” “anti-national ho kya tum log?”

When I was leaving the prison, someone asked me again why I had come. I said we had protested against the casteist remarks of the VC and demanded her resignation. He asked, “Did you find the jail good? Do you want to come again?”

I replied that we only protest for our rights; who would want to come to jail? We protest, and the government puts us in jail. He said in affirmation, “Yes, you are right.”

I asked him if he needed any help or if he wanted to send any message outside to his family. He replied, “No, no.”

Along with other inmates who were on their first day, I was called at 3 pm for cleaning duty. I picked up a broom and started cleaning the ground. I also cleaned the dustbin by picking it up and placing it in a wheel cart.

Personally, I do not have any objection to doing such work, but the question is about health and safety. Prison inmates are treated as if they can be pushed into these jobs without any safety mechanisms such as gloves and masks. None of us was provided with gloves or masks while doing this work.

I do not know who was responsible for cleaning the toilets, but I am quite sure they were not provided gloves either.

The barrack where I was staying, had around 150 people. This ward is also known as Mulaiza, which means first-timers. Most of the people in our barrack and ward were those who had come to prison for the first time.

Even inside the prison, older inmates had better space, while newer ones got the “highway” - the middle area where there was space to sleep only on one side. You could not lie on your back.

On the second night, which was Saturday, there were 165 prisoners in our cell. Even though the state claims that Tihar is the world’s largest prison complex, the Central Jail website of the Government of Delhi itself acknowledges that around 9,000 people are staying beyond the sanctioned capacity. If you try to find a place to sit and study, you will definitely not get one.

Our jails are filled with Muslims, Dalits, Adivasis, and Bahujans. In every announcement they make, it is almost guaranteed that one out of five names is a Muslim man. The true representation of the majority communities of Indian society - Dalit-Adivasi-Bahujan Muslims - does not get adequate representation anywhere except in prisons. One person I met had been picked up by the police and directly sent to Tihar from the court. His phone was confiscated and he did not even get the opportunity to call anyone. He got bail, but there was no one to fill his surety bonds. He had to wait five days in Tihar for his one-time call service through the PID number.

When we appeared before the court, the honourable judge said that we had been granted bail but the police would first verify our addresses. After that, we were sent to Tihar.

Each of us was assigned one police officer to hold our hand so that we could not run away. When we entered Tihar, we thought we would come out in a day or the next. However, we stayed there for two nights and were preparing for a third.  While in jail, whenever the pain became unbearable, I would remind myself of the struggles of Umar Khalid, Sharjeel Imam, Khalid Saifi, Gulfisha, Hem, and Saibaba. Some of them have spent years and years in prison. Inside the jail, I would recall the diary written by Umar. Their struggles were certainly a source of inspiration, but when I think about the extremely long time they have spent in prison, my body shudders. No words and no form of solidarity can truly compensate for their courage and resolve.

On the night of third day, I was shifted from inside the barrack to the verandah. Before sleeping, I took mustard oil from one of the inmates. We were sure we would not be released on Sunday. I started talking to a person who had come in a drug case. He asked, “kya modi sarkar achha kar rahi hai?” I realised he does not like Modi but he was fearful while asking this question of anticipating a backlash if I would have Modi supporter. I said, “Main yahan hun kyonki maine Modi ke dwara chuni hui Vice Chancellor ka virodh kiya tha” He got relaxed. We had just started talking when I heard the announcement: “Ek ki ek se Nitish Kumar.” I quickly got up and stood near the gate. The older inmates called me, asked about my experience in prison, and some asked me to send messages outside.

While leaving the prison, I took some soil from Tihar with me. When I returned to JNU after my release, I placed that soil there and said to the corrupt and casteist VC in a solidarity gathering - “Madam Vice-Chancellor, we will remember that you sent us to jail because we were demanding your resignation over your casteist statement. You sent us to jail because we were demanding that the UGC regulations be implemented along the lines of the Rohith Act. You sent us to jail because we were fighting against the rustication of our union. You sent us to jail because we were fighting against the surveillance system on the library. But remember one thing, now JNU has the soil of Tihar, you may break our heads, break our legs, or send us to jail; we were not afraid, and we will not be afraid. We will seize our rights and claim them.