The man sitting in front of me is a mass murderer. He is a serial rapist and a torturer. We are chatting about the weather, his family, his childhood. We are sharing drinks and exchanging gifts. The man is in his 80s now, frail and harmless, even charming. Instinctively I like him. It is hard for me to connect him to the monster he was so many decades ago. I think it must be hard for him, too.
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[HT: Arts & Letters Daily]
2 comments:
Interesting, sad, horrifying, and profound all at once.
Dan,
And getting some people to acknowledge the existence of evil is a major step.
Michael
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