Summer 1999 – A New Face on Old Clay

Ellsberg squared his shoulders and stuck out his chin. He snarled, “This isn’t about revenge! It’s about justice! It’s about bringing to the light the old crimes and preventing them for perpetuating new ones.”

I made an obvious show of observing the smashed furniture around us. I inhaled pointedly. I said, “That is admirable, Bela. Unfortunately, the tool that you are using is a stupid, blunt object. It does not care who or what it must pound down to reach its goal. Do you think it will slow down for a child or an innocent bystander.”

“The Ortegas didn’t slow down. They killed children. They killed women. They will continue to do so unless they are stopped.”

I nodded. I said, “You are clearly not listening to me.”