“Mr. Sims, there’s more to it than all that,” she said levelly. “Today is ephemeral.” His face screwed up at her effrontery. “What the hell do you mean by that?” She was saying the wrong thing again, muddying what she meant in her urgency to defend her stance. Drawing in a deep breath, she refocused her efforts and tried again. “I mean that this present we live in is tomorrow’s history. You ask if this is important. This is the education for our future, to learn from the mistakes that have been made now and never let atrocities such as this continue or be repeated.” The room fell silent.
