Perhaps because of her ethnicity,
the journalist wrote of a little
known, little documented horror
of the death, rape and mutilation
of thousands upon thousands
of her forbearers. Her book
became a best seller. She
researched another book of
the horrors of war and it wore
her down, down, down. The
evil of humanity crept into her
life, her existence, her being
and it brought her down so
far, so low that the only thing
to which she could look up
was a hangman’s noose.