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“In order to escape accountability for his crimes, the perpetrator does everything in his power to promote forgetting. Secrecy and silence are the perpetrator’s first line of defense. If secrecy fails, the perpetrator attacks the credibility of his victim. If he cannot silence her absolutely, he tries to make sure that no one listens. To this end, he marshals an impressive array of arguments, from the most blatant denial to the most sophisticated and elegant rationalization. After every atrocity one can expect to hear the same predictable apologies: it never happened; the victim lies; the victim exaggerates; the victim brought it upon herself; and in any case it is time to forget the past and move on. The more powerful the perpetrator, the greater is his prerogative to name and define reality, and the more completely his arguments prevail.”

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Book:Trauma and Recovery: The Aftermath of Violence - From Domestic Abuse to Political Terror
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Judith Lewis Herman
Judith Lewis Herman

Judith Lewis Herman is an American author renowned for her work in the field of psychological trauma. Her writings delve deeply into the impact of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) and the effects of traumatic experiences on individuals and society. more

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