Here is my problem with Ferencz.

washingtonpost.com

Ferencz has shared his stories for seven decades. “I saw the inmates beat up a guy they captured and burn him alive,” Ferencz says of a German guard. “Slowly. I saw it.”

He stops. His eyes pool with tears and a linen handkerchief emerges from his pinstriped pocket.

“Excuse me,” he says, “but I still see it. Could I have probably stopped it? No. Did I try? No. Should I have tried? No. You try being there.”

Burning people alive is not justice.