As I walked into the palatial splendor of the Grosvenor House hotel in London, I felt the strange mixture of hope and despair that accompanies any confrontation with inhumanity. I'd had the same conflicted feelings when I was in Bosnia in 1994, and when I was in Rwanda in 1998. And when I spent almost five years in The Hague helping to create an inter...
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