What’s most troubling is that, much like what happened in Germany on that horrible night, the participants in the bike ride were normal people, your friends and neighbors.

Cenk Uygur’s grocery-aisle libel cost his candidate nothing. Then Washington ended the aid, and the grievance didn’t move an inch.

“Here There Are Blueberries” is a fascinating autopsy into the morality of indifference.

While popular culture often praises “The Boy in the Striped Pajamas” as a touching fable, historians have long condemned it as a dangerous fabrication.

My mother’s childhood drawing of Hitler became my contribution to the Venice Biennale, and then I found myself confronting the very hatred my mother had put on paper.