'Perhaps you're familiar with some other words,' I said. 'Aba. Ima. Do those ring a bell?'
'Aba, Ima,' he mused, trying hard to recall. 'I don't really remember. What do they mean?'
'Daddy, Mommy. It's what Jewish children scream when they're torn from their
parents' arms.' I paused, almost unable to contain myself. 'My sister's boy, my favorite
playmate, he was just your son's age. Also blond and blue-eyed, just like your son. And
you killed him.'
Genuinely perplexed by the observation, he actually waited a moment to see if I would
clarify it. 'Yes,' he said finally, 'but he was Jewish, wasn't he?' (Malkin & Stein, 1990, p. 110)