Robert Jay Lifton

A man’s real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich ,in nothing else is he poor.

Out of eighteen months of “rapping” with a group of Vietnam veterans, and out of numerous interviews, a psychiatrist finds reasons why heroes weep and throw away their medals.

Think of the bomb as a deity—“an all-powerful force, capable of both apocalyptic destruction and unlimited creation”—and everything’s all right. Isn’t it?

Notes on a New History, Part II

Notes on a New History, Part I