But as I continued to mull it over, I became convinced that this whole approach to looking at the world was flawed. Labeling an act inhuman, I decided, is mostly a way of removing any obligation we might have to comprehend it. The unspoken agreement seemed to be that once we’d successfully shoved someone outside the boundary of what’s acceptable, we could simply ignore them and go about our business. But what were we afraid of? Was our own sense of right and wrong so fragile that it could be imperiled by allowing that even bad people are human too? What did we risk by acknowledging that the potential to commit an evil act was something we all shared?