One of my most formative memories is when I was ten years old and the Holocaust administrator Adolf Eichmann was on trial. The four TV channels covered his trial, as he sat smirking behind a screen of bullet proof glass, and showed a number of documentaries about the Nazi genocide. Those black and white television images of piles and piles of human bodies, along with the accounts of what happened in the death camps, shook me to my core. My parents let me watch it, and I’m glad they did. It showed me in a way I have never forgotten the magnitude of human sin.
The memories came back because Elie Wiesel, the Auschwitz survivor and chronicler of the Nazi genocide, died at the age of 87. [Read more…]