SIDDHARTH DHANVANT SHANGHVI writes about being young, restless and Indian in NYT
Back in 2003, when I lived in a small, liberal California town near Berkeley, the prospect of George W. Bush’s re-election filled my neighbors and me with palpable dread. At our annual block party some of us facetiously repeated things he’d said, Bushisms like “I know the human being and fish can coexist peacefully.” What we really meant was that we could not coexist with Bush, peacefully or otherwise.
