Paying for Auschwitz

After my great-uncle survived Auschwitz and came to America in the late 1940s, he got a job selling shoes in Braintree, Mass. He had been a lawyer in Germany, and when the owner of the shoe shop saw that his new salesman was able and educated, he offered him the position of store manager. But my great-uncle declined. He said it was enough for him to be in America and to be able to sell shoes. And so he did, until the day he died.

I thought of him last week when people were comparing the mass murders in Kosovo to...