It is one of life’s great mysteries that good can come from evil. Take the young man and woman from different European countries who, having survived Nazi persecution, meet in a Jewish refugee camp in the aftermath of the Second World War and go on to have a lifelong, devoted marriage. This is the true story of my friend’s grandparents, and no doubt countless others like them. Of course, my friend has never argued that his existence — dependent on his grandparents’ meeting — justifies the Holocaust. And neither, surely, would anyone argue that because there should not be such a thing as genocide, his family “should not exist.”
Never mind how, the fact is they’re here, and the world is better for it.
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