This fascinating book tells the story of Britain's only war crimes trial, as well as the only time a British jury had visited a site outside of the country. Indeed, this begins in February, 1999, when a British judge, accompanied by the jury, press, and others, travelling to visit the scenes of crimes which happened fifty seven years before. The alleged perpetrator lived in Britain for fifty years, working for British Railways, and leading a fairly uneventful existence until the arrival, on his doorstep, of four policemen, long after he had retired.
The author takes us back to the small town of Domachevo, which, despite its size, was a small, but thriving, Jewish community, until war arrived on its doorstep. It tells how a young man, who was outcast by his illegitimacy and poverty, found himself suddenly in a position of power and how that power was misused. Known as a petty troublemaker, Andrei Sawoniuk, embraced the power that a uniform gave him. It further explores the evidence of those, such as Ben-Zion Blustein, who escaped the genocide to make a new life, and of how he, and other witnesses, had known the defendant since childhood.
Although this sounds a terribly depressing book, and is, in places, very harrowing, it also has moments of dark humour. Advised not to give evidence, the belligerant defendants evidence in the dock - his heavy accent peppered with English slang - was more reminiscent of Baldrick's denying everything scene in 'Blackadder goes forth.' than a typical Old Bailey trial. At times, you could feel his barrister cringing, as Sawoniuk made outrageous claims of knowing nothing, being nowhere and his claims of total innocence. I was also interested to read why Britain only had one war crimes trial and wonder what the outcome had been, had investigations not been halted shortly after the end of the war. Anderson does an excellent job of telling a totally gripping story, while also filling in the background. Highly recommended.