Couldn't write about this yesterday. Still too real for words. But then I remembered a passage from a writer who seems to write what I think, only better! So, here goes...
Commander Vimes is recruiting men in an effort to maintain peace in the face of racially/politically motivated war (from Jingo by Terry Pratchett).
"And then he realized why he was thinking like this.
It was because he wanted there to be conspirators. It was much better to imagine men in some smoky room somewhere, made mad and cynical by privilege and power, plotting over brandy. you had to cling to this sort of image, because if you didn't then you might have to face the fact that bad things happen because ordinary people, the kind who brushed the dog and told their children bedtime stories, were capable of then going out and dong horrible things to other ordinary people. It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us. If it was Us, what did that make Me? I've certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them. We're always one of Us. It's Them that do the bad things."
And then we march off to war to keep Them from doing bad things. If they wont stop we will blow them up.