There was something studiedly noble about the way he drew himself to full height in the dock, hands grasping his lapels, silver head canted.
“There is no freedom, nothing more important,” he declared, “than our right to say what we think. Our liberty itself is on trial here.”
The prosecution, of course, showed the pictures of torched villages and bodies spasmed in final agony. Witnesses testified to the sudden and savage explosion of hate.
“It was just a speech,” the Minister said. “You couldn’t expect me to foresee what goes on in other people’s heads.”