I reacted to the recent attacks in Paris like most of the world; with horror, with sadness, and with anger. At the time of the attacks, I was already feeling very maudlin. I was watching a documentary series on the history of the United States, and there was France, Omaha Beach, soaked in blood.
There was the Holocaust.
There was the bomb, and the architect of its destructive terror, Oppenheimer, the man who so loved literature and poetry, quoting the Bhagavad Gita – “I am become Death, destroyer of worlds.” I thought then about how the tread of history is so tenuous, and how we are balanced on its rickety edge. How many tiny things could have been done to prevent Hitler’s rise to power?… Read the rest