The question arises stubbornly, again and again: What about empathy for the stained among us? What about empathy for wrongdoers? Monster, the stained, the accused—these are names for people whose identities have been boiled down to something terrible they did. But of course no one is purely a monster. Even the worst of the people discussed in these pages is a human, with a life that means more than whatever terrible thing he or she did.
