Pradip Kothari arrived in November 1972, unimpressed with what he saw. He spent his first three months in Cleveland;the city's wet, dreary winter cast a gray spell over the shiny images Pradip had expected of America. Neon lights and signs seemed somehow dimmed by the season. Even guidebooks to the midwestern city warn its winters “can be a challenge to both the mental and physical health of any human person.”
Pradip was spending those first months with his sister and her husband, both physicians, before starting a graduate program at Villanova University in suburban Philadelphia. He had no desire to be in the United States and went as far as to say he had been deported from his own home.
His parents felt differently. They told Pradip, then twentytwo, that they were shipping him off to learn responsibility. Pradip had served as general secretary of the student union at Maharajah Sayajirao University in Baroda, a school that was ar-