With stratospheric arrogance, we Americans have often looked back at the Germans under Hitler and told ourselves that we’d never have consented to such evil, that we’d have pushed back against it, that the abject terror unleashed upon the Jewish people would never have happened on our watch.

And yet, there is Gaza.

Day after day, she testifies against us, documenting our indifference, recording our apathy, inventorying our inaction.

She lifts our hands in front of us and shows us that her blood is all over them.

She burns up the comforting fictions of our goodness, the curated myths of our exceptionalism.

She reminds us how easy it is for a nation to abandon its humanity, silence by silence, justification by justification, averted eye by averted eye.