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When I was a kid, I wanted to be head of the secret police.

I dreamed of hauling people into my office, for "a little chat between old friends."

I would say, "There are no charges, just some 'ambiguities of behavior' I wish to clarify," and then start going through the man's massive file. The further I'd go, the angrier I'd pretend to get at how they were a "traitor, a collaborator, and a counter-revolutionary," and finish up screaming at them for those offenses, real or imaginary.

I would end the discussion by summoning the guards outside my door to remove the traitor from my presence and subject him or her to the treatment he deserved. Then I'd grab the rubber stamp off my desk to mark his file "deceased" and scribble the reason why: shot while attempting escape, fell down a flight of stairs, fatal heart attack, committed suicide out of remorse.

Now I just want to be a lot more empathetic than I have ever been, seeing how that attitude does nothing good.

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