The question is, Whom do we wish to blame? More precisely, Whom do we believe we have the right to blame? - Susan Sontag

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The question is, Whom do we wish to blame? More precisely, Whom do we believe we have the right to blame?

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About Susan Sontag

Susan Sontag (16 January 1933 – 28 December 2004) was an American essayist, literary critic, cultural theorist, and political activist.

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Alternative Names: Susan Rosenblatt
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