In which I ask: What can you write that will make anyone reading you give a dying man a drink of water? More
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We, the Mistaken People
My piece for the New Yorker on the attacks on Indians living in America. On a September evening in 1987, Navroze Mody, a thirty-year-old Indian man living in Jersey City, went for drinks at the Gold Coast Café, in Hoboken. Later that night, after he left the bar, he was accosted on the street by… Read more »