Looking at Hitler made me sick, disgusted that his heart was still beating, when good people, who hadn’t hurt anyone, were being killed in mass shootings.  His heart was still beating and six million Jews’ weren’t.  His heart was still beating and fifty peoples’ in Orlando weren’t.  Good people died every day, every minute of every day, and he was still alive.  And now, he was going to hand his wife over to the public, just because he wanted to tell the world he was sorry.  To me, that wasn’t enough to leave his wife alone, after his death, to deal with the lasting ramifications.  I had to keep reminding myself I was here for Janie, and she wanted his story told, I guess, no matter what it cost her, or she hadn’t thought of how it may...

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