The incident is clearly too momentous for any of us to grasp.

We are each of us little Atticus Finch wannabe's, but I do not think that we have the mental ability to put ourselves into that event.

As hard as I try to imagine myself standing firm, I think that maybe I could take a bullet for that little girl. I'm pretty certain that I could not join her in being stoned to death amidst that mob.

Once you have lived in such a moment, whether in horror and failure, or in ignorant, beastly glee– then where would you be – emotionally, morally? Your future conduct and intentions in life? It is incomprehensible.