For the son of German-Jewish refugees who escaped, by the skin of their teeth and the vicissitudes of luck, the ravages of the Nazi Holocaust, it is easy -- a bit too easy, I suspect -- to feel an almost visceral dislike for the Germans, to be unwilling, in matters moral, to ever give them the benefit of the doubt. After all, it was not merely a handful but millions of Germans who at least part-knowingly acquiesced in what still seems the unspeakable: the organized, systematic gassing and torture of 11 million innocent Jews, Gypsies and others that have left scars...
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