These past fifty pages are just about as jam packed with action and plot movement as the movie Crash, and are just as much of an emotional roller-coaster. So naturally I hated them, as anything that puts me through all that heartache should be hated. Even more somber is that I cannot take up my anger with Katherine Boo, since this is a work of non-fiction. That being said, it was still written beautifully, and Boo has once again proven her talent with words and story telling.
I found it interesting how at the start of the passage Abdul finally starts to see the hardships others face. The fact that he finds himself sympathizing with a doctor and a cop, two of the professions which have brought up the most angst within the reader, just goes to show you the actual economic and political state that India is in currently. Up until this point, the reader would probably be most likely to think that as long as you don't live in the slums, you were living a decent life and earning a good and steady wage.
Something else that I thought a lot about is how you are starting to see the endless cycles true nature. All of these deaths of the scavengers are more or less pushed to the wayside and documented improperly, so anyone on the outside, or even some people on the inside, wouldn't be able to see the problem that needs fixing. The fact that multiple people passed by the first man who was dying, even if they were able to empathize with him, is an even heavier indictor of the culture that has come about in modern India.
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