Behind the Beautiful Forevers: Katherine Boo
PART ONE: undercitizens
2. Asha
âAsha grasped many of her own contradictions, among them that you could be proud of having spared your offspring hardship while also resenting them for having been spared.
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âMy parents adored me. If they did have a favorite child, it would have been me. I kept going back to that feeling of being adored by the two most important people in my life when later it seemed the rest of the world thought I was some kind of monster.
âMy story is different from these womenâs stories for many reasons. I was lucky in that I had a newly democratic country that wrapped its arms around me, I had the protection of the university system, a great legal team, and a supportive loving family. I will forever be grateful for Greg and Benedictâs incredible efforts on my behalf during this time, even if I didnât truly understand the scope of the process. These people saw an injustice and stepped in to help a young village girl, free of charge. They fought like warriors.
This was one decision about her life she got to make. It wasnât a choice easily shared with a best friend.
16. Black and White
âTriumphant, Asha felt confirmed in a suspicion sheâd developed in her years of multi-directional, marginally profitable enterprise. Becoming a success in the great,
rigged market of the overcity required less effort and intelligence than getting by, day to day, in the slums. The crucial things were luck and the ability to sustain two convictions: that what you were doing wasnât all that wrong, in the scheme of things, and that you werenât all that likely to get caught.
âOf course itâs corrupt,â Asha told the deferential new secretary of the nonprofit.
âBut is it my corruption? How can anyone say I am doing the wrong when the big people did all the papers â when the big people say that itâs right?
The forces of justice had finally come to Annawadi. That the beneficiaries were horses was a source of bemusement to Sunil and the road boys.
They werenât thinking about the uninvestigated deaths of Kalu and Sanjay. Annawadi boys broadly accepted the basic truths: that in a modernizing, increasingly prosperous city, their lives were embarrassments best confined to small spaces, and their deaths would matter not at all. The boys were simply puzzled by the fuss, since they considered Robertâs horses the luckiest and most lovingly tended creatures in the slum.