a brief start to a dirty secret of the South Asian community A boy is a piece of gold and a girl is a piece of silk; if you drop the gold in mud, it can be cleaned up. The silk however, cannot. I've heard a fair amount of analogies in my nineteen years. None have resonated so much disgust in my being more than this one. It an intricate and complex issue, honour. Paramount to oxygen in many South Asian families, it has permeated through the generations and the authenticity behind it has become an ugly and twisted excuse to dominate women. It is an opulent word used to dress and validate the grotesque underbelly of crimes within families. The family commits the crime and the community hushes it up. Meticulously planned, there is little room for error and the ease of execution is disturbing. The era of political correctness means that local authorities consciously choose to turn a blind eye to crime in fear of being branded as racist. Where then, do you draw the line between culture and crime?