With me, the play itself is the thing. It's the contest as much as anything that keeps me going. It's a million to one I won't be able to accomplish anything significant in exposing the Holocaust story for what it is. There's something about those odds that excites me. A young man calls from Los Angeles asking about the scandal I've set off at the University of Michigan.
News travels fast.
He sounds incredulous. Tonight I dream that he appears at our window and peers in at us at the dinner table. He's a little Jewish guy with a big hooked nose and snaggled teeth. I invite him in, introduce him to everyone and put a place for him at the table. We talk about many things but don't get around to the Holocaust story.