There’s a haunting scene in the movie, The Pianist, where a woman sitting in a crowd of Jews about to be deported begins to wail. Quietly at first, then louder, she says, “Why did I do it, why did I do it, why did I do it?” Over and over she mutters this phrase until, finally, an irritated bystander asks what it was she did that was worth carrying on like that. He is told that when Nazi soldiers entered... Read more