As a”true American” and practical thinker; and not overly prone to emotional decisions, I have a choice: I can either believe what the objective pieces of evidence are telling me (even if they make me cringe with disgust); I can believe what history is shouting to me from across the abyss of seven decades; or I can hope I am wrong by closing my eyes, having another latte, and ignore what is transpiring around me.
I choose to believe the evidence. No doubt some people will scoff at me; others laugh, or think I am foolish, naive, or both. To some degree, perhaps I am. But I have never been afraid to look people in the eye and tell them exactly what I believe and why I believe it.