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“She always imagined that evil played out on a large canvas- wars, concentration camps, gas chambers, the partitioning of nations. Now she realized that evil had a domestic side, and its very banality protected it from exposure.”

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Thrity Umrigar
Thrity Umrigar

Thrity Umrigar is an Indian-American journalist and author. Born in India in 1961, she later moved to the United States. Umrigar is known for her profound insights into multiculturalism and her focus on social issues, often addressing topics such as immigration, race, and gender in her work. more

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