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"When our child is butchered in front of our eyes, we bawl as if our soul wants to escape our body. When we're violently wronged, we shriek. That's the gift of history to us, son." He shook his head and rubbed his temples. "Our only recourse in the face of unparadonable evil has been to wail inconsolably. I think, even now, we unconsciously identify with oppression. "