The images streaming across our screens have become numbingly familiar: rubble where homes once stood, children’s bodies pulled from collapsed buildings, desperate families fleeing with whatever they can carry, leaders boasting of their resolve while populations are decimated. Gaza. Ukraine. Syria. Myanmar. The list grows, and with it, our capacity for horror paradoxically shrinks. We scroll past atrocities between breakfast and our morning commute, our thumbs already moving toward the next story, the next distraction, the next comfortable forgetting.

This is not the extraordinary evil of cinematic villains. This is what Hannah Arendt called “the banality of evil”—the ordinary people in ordinary offices making ordinary decisions that cascade into extraordinary suffering. It is the bureauc

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