Eyewitness accounts of the Warsaw ghetto, from transcribed oral histories and discovered secret writings buried and sealed for years, from people who are known to have died during the war, people who're known to have survived the war, and people whose fates will be forever unknown.
I recently learned that I have been falsely impugned. My immediate reaction was to wish (though not to plan) to clear my name. I will say nothing, however. Of course this is a rationalization for a pre-existing habit of non-action (read, for cowardice). Or not: I could be being sensible. I know the facts, and I really want that to be enough for me; it shouldn't matter what slander the slanderers believe.
It's not though. Privately, though aloud and to non-involved others, I mutter blackly. I'm working on that. I would work harder if the private muttering weren't funny or if it didn't help with the public silence.