Next to the big basket was a smaller one half hidden in the grass. In it, covered in flies and lice, lay a neglected and abandoned baby, its atrophied legs doubled up so that its feet were beside its ears. The villagers knew about the baby, and laughing passed by the spot several times a day, the local officials must have been aware as well, but they too passed by on the other side. How could any of them have guessed that some American Tourists would tend the wounds and pay for care- after all it is not every day that a wealthy man from the richest country on Earth comes into contact with an Untouchable infant from one of the World’s poorest countries.

The group of American travelers pulled the naked baby from its festering rag-filled basket. Appearing to be 6 months old, with lifeless eyes and skin caked in many layers of deeply engrained filth, it, and at this point it was just an “it”, was impossibly weak through lack of any stimulation. Enquiries revealed that the child was actually 2 years old, the product of the rape of its deaf and dumb teenage mother.The mother's disabilities, combined with her defilement and her helplessness made them both figures of ridicule to the village girls. This was exacerbated and further complicated by caste considerations- the identity of the attacker was unknown, and obviously no one from your caste would commit such an act, so he must have been the lowest of the low. If the father is Untouchable then so is the child, and in this case he was Un-nameable too.

The village girls laughed as the American pilgrims washed the nameless child with Dial soap, examined the nameless child, picked lice from the nameless child's hair, sang "There is a Balm in Gilead" to the nameless child, prayed for the nameless child, massaged the nameless child with Pond's Cold Cream, dressed the nameless child in their own shirts and scarves, gave the nameless child Dole orange juice to drink, and fed the nameless child Sun Maid raisins from their packs. But what else could anyone involved do?