This was the thought that I had today as I trudged through rice paddies ankle-deep in mud and ended up in an impromptu interview on the front porch of a 75-year-old Adivasi man who had only two teeth that I could see (and they weren’t the two front). Later I found myself in the living room of a former president of the grama panjayat, or village government. We sat discussing the injustices to the Adivasi, the prejudices against “these people”, and the failure of the government to put action to their promises. You know, the usual.
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