From good to evil is one quaver

Frankfurt Jewish Cemetary

In the German trials an astonishing phe- nomenon takes place from time to time. The defendant clasps his head in his hands, refuses to make any defense, and from then on asks no concessions from the court. He says that the presentation of his crimes, revived and once again confronting him, had filled him with revulsion and he no longer wishes to live. That is the ultimate height a trial can attain.
--From a section of The Gulag Archipelago where Solzhenitsyn bemoans the Russians’ inability to purge themselves of the past. At the time it all went down, like the Russians, the normal Germans also did nothing. We all know that. I don’t think they did nothing because they didn’t care, or because they were rank anti-semites as Goldhagen says, but because they were afraid, and hoped to make it out alive.
Left, a German woman who died with her 2-year old son when a bomb hit their shelter in the Bornheim quarter of Frankfurt.

"Where did this wolf tribe appear from among our people? Does it really stem from our own roots? Our own blood? It is our own. And just so we don't go around flaunting too proudly the white mantle of the just, let everyone ask himself..." p. 73.