Move On

Four years ago on New Year's Day, while contemplating the intricate battle of good and evil depicted on the walls of Angkor Wat in Cambodia, I saw two of the Khmer Rouge's chief killers—Pol Pot's lieutenants, in effect—walking, unprotected, through the country they had devastated. Having turned themselves in to Cambodian authorities under an amnesty agreement, they were now free to enjoy a sight-seeing trip to their national monument, heedless of the people all around whom they had orphaned and whose lives they had reduced to zero. One of those victims, spotting the murderers strolling in the sunshine, turned white. But...