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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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940925
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Sunday, September 25, 1994
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METRO FINAL
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COM
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1994, Detroit Free Press
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EVIL, NOW QUIET, COULD BE ANYWHERE
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He was such a quiet man, everyone said, but don't they always say that? A
quiet man, older fellow, kept to himself. And then one day, the Justice
Department is banging on his door, and protesters  are screaming on his lawn,
waving photos of death, dismemberment, the most horrible evil a man can do.
They are saying, years ago, the quiet man was a part of this. And he's gotten
away with it all this  time.  This is a pattern in the hunt for Nazi war
criminals. It repeated itself last week, in the Boston suburb of Norwood,
Mass. An 87-year- old Lithuanian immigrant. A quiet man. Been here since
Eisenhower  was president. And he's now accused by the government of being "a
senior-level perpetrator of the Holocaust," a man who, during World War II,
helped Nazis execute 50,000 Jews.  Fifty thousand? Can  you comprehend that
evil?  Think of it as 25,000 O.J. Simpson trials. Start counting now, and
keep counting for 13 straight hours, from breakfast until after dinner, then
imagine one person dying for every number you speak. This quiet man was in on
all that? And he's lived here, in our democratic country, holding a job,
belonging to a church, all these years -- we even gave him citizenship?  And
now TV trucks are parked on his lawn, and reporters keep a vigil,  and
neighbors look at the locked door and imagine the face that they knew,
thinning white hair, glasses, they used to see him around  the neighborhood --
getting in his car, going to the store -- that face, years ago, turning over
families to be shot in cold blood and left in piles, like garbage.  How could
it be?  Such a quiet man?Others  have lived undetected 

  Whether Aleksandras Lilekis is ever found guilty or not -- he yelled "No
comment" before slamming the door on reporters last week, and has not come out
since -- his case raises  a question almost as unsettling as the crimes.  How
could we not know?  Shouldn't evil wear some kind of face, a look that gives
it away with the first glance? How is it possible that someone could  commit
such atrocities,  then years later be shopping, going to movies, moving
through life as if nothing happened? Mr. Lilekis even lived amongst Jewish
neighbors, just a mile from a small Jewish cemetery.  How could this happen?
Well. The fact is, it has happened for years. Josef Mengele, the infamous
"Angel Of Death," used to whistle opera while sending Jews to gas chambers.
After the war, he lived  as a free men in Brazil, undetected, unaccosted.
Josef Schwammberger, a Nazi commander charged with murdering thousands of Jews
-- sometimes letting dogs eat them alive -- lived for decades in Argentina,
free, unencumbered, working at a chemical plant outside Buenos Aries.
Andrija Artukovic, dubbed the "Butcher of the Balkans," came to the United
States in 1948, and lived in Long Beach, Calif., worked  as an accountant,
free and clear, until they found him, nearly four decades later, in 1986.
That was the same year they took John Demjankjuk, accused of being the
barbarian "Ivan the Terrible" and  charged him in the deaths of 850,000
people. He had been living in a Cleveland suburb, where he'd retired from Ford
Motor Co.  (Amidst storms of protest, Demjanjuk's conviction was overturned
last year  by an Israeli court.)  Until they were accused of crimes, none of
these people seemed to be anything usual. They wore no signs around their
necks, they had no devilish glow.  Such quiet men.  Lost  in the crowd 

  There's a scene in the old Dustin Hoffman movie, "Marathon Man,"  in which
a concentration camp survivor recognizes her ex-Nazi tormentor on the streets
of New York, and begins to point,  then yell, then scream in horror, "Somebody
stop him! Stop that man!" He walks on with his collar up, looking straight
ahead, until the old woman is lost in the crowd.  The scene is terribly
powerful,  because it puts killer and victim in close proximity. And you find
yourself saying, "This cannot be." Either justice must intervene or the man's
conscience must drive him to confession.  But while criminals  are sometimes
tortured by guilt, more often they are worried only about escape. At the
beginning guilt haunts them, as time passes it annoys them, with the years,
who knows, it may release them altogether.  You wake up one day, the sun is
out, you have a job, a new name, and you can almost pretend you never did
anything.  Most Nazi war criminals are either dead now or soon will be.
They're in their late  70s or 80s, in frail health if still alive. Still, the
government is right to hunt them down, expose them, seek convictions, if only
to remind us that evil doesn't always fit a profile.  There's an  old
expression: A clear conscience can sleep through thunder. But the more we go
on, the more we see that a guilty  conscience can sleep as well, sometimes for
years. Sometimes right next door.
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