That fear remains. But when the massacres of 1914 are compared with the bloodshed of 90 years later, it becomes apparent that no shadow is so dark as to obscure all light. Just as Europe’s lamps shone brighter than ever after 1918, so too did hope blossom in the year under review. I refer to the turmoil in Iraq. Death and destruction are always to be deplored. But like Israeli shoppers blown up by suicide-bombers or young American GIs who meet their end in the desert sands, Iraqis are caught in a dilemma not of their making. The choice for Arabs is between traditional despotism and Islamic fundamentalism. The more preferable alternative of democracy ceases to be an option when it is thrust down their gullets at the point of foreign bayonets. Iraq’s continuing resistance—the West calls it insurgency—reflects this anguish. The message: another Asian nation is standing by its right to choose its own future.