<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?> <?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="/rss20.xsl" media="screen"?> <rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"> <channel> <title>PAKISTAN Special - true_face_of_indian_democracy</title> <description>We're all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars....</description> <link>http://pakistanspecial.blogspirit.com/true_face_of_indian_democracy/</link> <lastBuildDate>Mon,  7 Jul 2008 00:26:46 +0400</lastBuildDate> <generator>blogSpirit.com</generator> <copyright>All Rights Reserved</copyright>  <item> <guid isPermaLink="true">http://pakistanspecial.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/02/28/cry-the-beloved-country-reflections-on-the-gujarat-massacre.html</guid> <title>CRY, THE BELOVED COUNTRY: Reflections on the Gujarat massacre</title> <link>http://pakistanspecial.blogspirit.com/archive/2008/02/28/cry-the-beloved-country-reflections-on-the-gujarat-massacre.html</link> <author>noreply@blogspirit.com (PakistanSpecial)</author>   <category>True Face of Indian Democracy</category>   <pubDate>Fri, 29 Feb 2008 00:00:52 +0400</pubDate> <description> &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 9pt; font-family: Tahoma&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;BY: HARSH MANDER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Numbed with disgust and horror, I return from Gujarat ten days after the terror and massacre that convulsed the state. My heart is sickened, my soul wearied, my shoulders aching with the burdens of guilt and shame.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; As you walk through the camps of riot survivors in Ahmadabad , in which an estimated 53,000 women, men, and children are huddled in 29 temporary settlements, displays of overt grief are unusual. People clutch small bundles of relief materials, all that they now own in the world, with dry and glassy eyes. Some talk in low voices, others busy&lt;/span&gt;&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt; </description>  </item>  </channel> </rss> 