Recently, something unexpected happened to me while watching Nuremberg (2025), a film about the 1946 Nuremberg trials — the post–World War II prosecution of German officials for crimes committed during the Holocaust.
I am not Jewish. I have no connection to that time or place.
And yet something inside me shifted.
The film stitched together fragments of thought I have carried my whole life.
About God. About war. About human nature.
Experiences that once felt separate suddenly connected. I could see the trajectory.
Now, I finally have language for questions that had been pacing the hallways of my brain.
Now, I have my answer.
But to explain why that film mattered so much, I have to go back to the beginning.