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The Lesser Path
nytimes.com/2010/03/06/opinion/06iht-edrutherfurd.html
UDAIPUR, INDIA — It’s not every day that you get to meet a real blood and dust tribal missionary — a man who’s heard Mother Theresa’s confession, been knighted by the Queen for “services to the poor in India,” written dozens of books, and marched alone with a crucifix into the hinterlands. I thought this as I peered down at the hills of Rajasthan from the window of a plane.
I can’t say I was enthusiastic. In truth, the presence of such unimpeachable virtue makes me feel like breaking bottles. And I don’t like missionaries. I like savages — if there must be such a choice.
nytimes.com/2010/03/06/opinion/06iht-edrutherfurd.html
UDAIPUR, INDIA — It’s not every day that you get to meet a real blood and dust tribal missionary — a man who’s heard Mother Theresa’s confession, been knighted by the Queen for “services to the poor in India,” written dozens of books, and marched alone with a crucifix into the hinterlands. I thought this as I peered down at the hills of Rajasthan from the window of a plane.
I can’t say I was enthusiastic. In truth, the presence of such unimpeachable virtue makes me feel like breaking bottles. And I don’t like missionaries. I like savages — if there must be such a choice.