We learn to see evil in others because we do not wish to acknowledge a painful truth: none of us is as good as we imagine ourselves to be. This is not to say I don’t believe in malice and destruction and moral depravity. I do. I see evidence of it every day. I see how we teach ourselves to hate one another and, in our hatred, to destroy. I believe in the harm that stories can do, but also in their power. If people can tell stories that cast shadows where there are none, perhaps stories can also shed light where there is darkness, and can promote understanding where there is confusion and fear.


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