One day I sat on a plane next to a young man, an intelligent college graduate, who told me he believed evil doesn’t exist. “If there’s no such thing as evil,” I said, “then the Holocaust wasn’t evil. Is that what you believe?” He grimaced, then finally, stammering, said, “Well, I guess the Holocaust was a mistake.” I suggested to him that in his heart he must know it was something far worse. Years before Nanci and I had an... Read more














