Some thoughts to chew on...

Here are some more thought from Arundhati Roy. They’re from an essay called, “The ladies have feelings so…Shall we leave it to the expert?”

“It's as though the people of India have been rounded up and loaded onto two convoys of trucks (a huge big one and a tiny little one) that have set off resolutely in opposite directions. The tiny convoy is on its way to a glittering destination somewhere near the top of the world. The other convoy just melts into the darkness and disappears…For some of us, life in India is like being suspended between two of the trucks, one in each convoy, and being neatly dismembered as they move apart, not bodily, but emotionally and intellectually.
Of course India is a microcosm of the world. Of course versions of what happens here happen everywhere. Of course, if you’re willing to look the parallels are easy to find. The difference in India is only in the scale, the magnitude, and the sheer proximity of the disparity. In India, your face is slammed right up against it. To address it, to deal with it, to not deal with it, to try and understand it, to insist on not understanding it, to simply survive – on a daily, hourly basis – is a fine art in itself. Either an art or a form of insular, inward-looking insanity. Or both.”

“The trouble is that once you see it, you can’t unsee it. And once you’ve seen I, keeping quite, saying nothing, becomes as political an act as speaking out. There’s no innocence. Either way, you’re accountable.”