----- 3 stars ----- How to Get Away With Murder in Small-Town India / New York Times A simple story with surprising depth: "After a while, the constable indicated that he had no more time to discuss the case. As he left, he turned back to me. 'This is the trick that foreign countries like yours are playing,' he said. 'You will write something. People will read what you write, and say, "This country will progress only after 100 years." ' [...] For the next 45 minutes, I asked him the same question in many different ways. As she translated, Suhasini tried to make my questions seem less angry, but this was not easy, since I was sitting three feet away from him, leaning forward and staring into his eyes. If you had asked me at that moment, I would have had difficulty explaining why the truth mattered, since no one I had spoken to seemed interested in reopening the case. But I kept asking him and he kept lying until we were both exhausted. [...] So I found myself back in Jahiruddin’s yard, now armed with a file folder full of evidence that he had broken the law. This was a change in the dynamic of our relationship. I put my phone on the table right in front of him, so he could see that I was recording. At one point, listening to us talk, his son tried to warn him that he was incriminating himself, but Jahiruddin didn’t care at all. He told us he was proud of burying the case. This was not because he believed that Geeta deserved to die or that her husband deserved to escape punishment. It was something more practical."
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----- 3 stars ----- How to Get Away With Murder in Small-Town India / New York Times A simple story with surprising depth: "After a while, the constable indicated that he had no more time to discuss the case. As he left, he turned back to me. 'This is the trick that foreign countries like yours are playing,' he said. 'You will write something. People will read what you write, and say, "This country will progress only after 100 years." ' [...] For the next 45 minutes, I asked him the same question in many different ways. As she translated, Suhasini tried to make my questions seem less angry, but this was not easy, since I was sitting three feet away from him, leaning forward and staring into his eyes. If you had asked me at that moment, I would have had difficulty explaining why the truth mattered, since no one I had spoken to seemed interested in reopening the case. But I kept asking him and he kept lying until we were both exhausted. [...] So I found myself back in Jahiruddin’s yard, now armed with a file folder full of evidence that he had broken the law. This was a change in the dynamic of our relationship. I put my phone on the table right in front of him, so he could see that I was recording. At one point, listening to us talk, his son tried to warn him that he was incriminating himself, but Jahiruddin didn’t care at all. He told us he was proud of burying the case. This was not because he believed that Geeta deserved to die or that her husband deserved to escape punishment. It was something more practical."
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