India, April 6 -- With Good Friday gone, and Easter upon us, there's one picture that doesn't leave the mind: Three crosses on a hill. One in the centre. Two on either side. And in the middle, a man who had done nothing wrong, placed between two who had.

Now pause there.

Because that picture is not just history. It is happening every single day.

Not with crosses perhaps, but with labels.

We have perfected a strange art. We do not need proof. We only need proximity. Place a good person next to the wrong people, and we have already decided what he must be. No investigation required. No questions asked. Just a neat little conclusion tied up with a ribbon of assumption.

Stand with the wrong crowd, and you become the crowd.

Sit next to a...