Searching For- The Worst Person In The World In... May 2026

It’s you. It’s me. It’s all of us, on our very worst days.

Next, we search in history books. We find Eichmann at his desk, Leopold II in the Congo, the architects of every genocide. Here, finally, is the pure article. The evidence is inarguable. But a historian whispers a troubling caveat: almost none of them woke up twirling a mustache and cackling. They were bureaucrats, ideologues, exhausted fathers, men who loved dogs. They were, in the most terrifying sense, ordinary . They just stopped seeing the other as human. They just followed orders. They just wanted to get home for dinner. Searching for- the worst person in the world in...

First, we search in the comment sections. There they are—the anonymous accounts spewing venom at a grieving mother, the gleeful cruelty of a pile-on, the algorithmic efficiency of dehumanization. Surely, this is the bottom. But then we scroll further, and find ourselves pausing just a second too long on a post we disagree with, feeling the hot bloom of self-righteous anger. We don’t comment. We don’t share. But we think it. Does that count? It’s you