By BARRY BEARAK
As the restless mob milled about, a 26-year-old Zimbabwean immigrant named Farai Kujirichita emerged from one of the narrow passageways that led to the field. He was wearing a carefully pressed, lilac-colored shirt and talking into his cellphone. By then, many people were coming and going; his arrival was nothing remarkable. And yet some men from the crowd confronted him.
“Who are you talking to?” they wanted to know. “Who are you warning?”
Then came a more complicated question. “Where are you from?”
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