I just finished the Jakarta Method and it left me genuinely dismayed. Not like, astounded with how horrible it all was (I knew it was going to be horrible), but more, it made me put the book down and sit with my feelings of dismay. A little bit nauseous, unsettled, feeling a loss of hope for a lot of ideals I hold.
What a horrible period of history, in a century absolutely full of horrible periods.
It was probably a poor choice of words. It just put the challenges into perspective, and kills a little more of my idealism.
The book also put a lot of righteous anger in me.