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. There's something boyish in that excitement like there was something boyish in Morrison's talk about needing to risk death. 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.