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We need a new kind of politics. Not the politics of governance, but the politics of resistance. The politics of opposition. The politics of joining hands across the world and preventing certain destruction.

Arundhati Roy

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Arundhati Roy
Age: 63
Born: 1961
Born: September 24
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Suzanna Arundhati Roy
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