I have been trying to write about this for days.
Words are not adequate. They create too much distance.
William Gass once said that one package of hair collected from a warehouse at Auschwitz has more moral heft and meaning than Hamlet.
I cannot stop thinking of the 165 children and of their teachers at the Shajarah Tayyebeh school who were torn to pieces by a US missile.
These are their graves.
We need to say their names.
We have pushed our way into the club of Putin in Ukraine, Xi Jinping and Kim Jung Un with their concentration camps, the unmourned Ayatollah Ali Khamenei and his murder of thousands of his own people.
We live in the Time of Butchers, and we have claimed full membership in the guild.
