This is what happened. We were there. Even what is lost in history can be found in memory. In 1945 we were paradoxically optimistic. Fifty years later children still starve and wars continue.
Brothers can be enemies.
Whoever kills, kills his brother. My tradition allows me to ask questions. God is there to be argued with. It is God's prerogative not to answer or perhaps I don't understand his language. Mr. Wiesel admires writers in the prophetic tradition.