Open Letter to Gurpatwant Singh Pannun and the SFJ Circus
This open letter is for Gurpatwant Singh Pannun and his farcical outfit, Sikhs For Justice.
Let’s stop dressing this up as ideology or resistance. It isn’t. What you do is noise. Cheap, calculated noise, delivered from a safe distance because distance is the only thing giving you a voice. You are loud not because you are strong, but because you are unreachable.
From the comfort of “Kaneda,” you spew garbage about stopping the National Anthem in schools, intimidating institutions, and carving up a country you don’t live in, don’t answer to, and don’t face. You abuse free speech the way a heckler abuses a stage, shouting because no one can drag you down and switch off the mic.
If you had even a shred of conviction, you would come to India and say the same filth standing in Punjab. No green screens. No pre-recorded monologues. No foreign police and asylum laws insulating you from consequences. You won’t, because reality does not tolerate the rubbish you sell online.
Here is the truth you are terrified of.
You would not last a minute, because the very Sardars of Punjab you try to appropriate would tear apart your pretence in full public view, making it brutally clear what India means to them and how your Khalistan rubbish has no roots, no respect, and no demand on Punjabi soil.
Your so-called movement does not exist on the ground. No crowds. No elections. No mass mobilisation. No legitimacy. Just a man yelling into a camera, hoping outrage will substitute for relevance. Khalistan, as you sell it, survives only on diaspora WhatsApp groups, YouTube thumbnails, and foreign servers. In India, it is politically dead.
Punjab today is fighting unemployment, drugs, collapsing systems, and forced migration. Real problems. And here you are, an overseas resident with nothing at stake, lecturing Punjabis about sacrifice while risking absolutely nothing yourself. That isn’t leadership. That is freeloading off borrowed anger.
And since you are obsessed with breaking nations, here is a simple challenge. Demand Khalistan in Canada. That is where you live. That is where you vote. That is where you enjoy rights, protection, and free speech. March there. Threaten their schools. Insult their anthem. Test your “principles” where they might actually cost you something instead of poking India from a safe distance.
India’s sovereignty is not your content strategy.
Punjab is not your playground.
Indian children are not props for your online tantrums.
You are not feared. You are tolerated, and barely. The only reason your voice exists is because geography shields you. Strip that away and all that remains is an empty loudmouth with no constituency and no courage to stand by his own words.
So here is the final message.
Come to India and speak your filth openly, or accept what you really are: an overseas nuisance mistaking distance for bravery and noise for relevance.
India does not negotiate with keyboard separatists.
India does not flinch at overseas theatrics.
And India does not owe you a country to break.
