This book should have been called "Hunting Evil: Or why Simon Wiesenthal is full of shit". Walters does a great job of thoroughly depressing the reader by explaining how no one, not even the Israeli Government, had all that much interest in bringing Nazi war criminals to justice. Instead, the cold war and the harsh and violent birth of the state of Israel consumed much of the time, energy, and resources of America's, Britain's, and Israel's governments. This left the Nazi's free to escape to a whole host of sympathetic countries, with ample help from the Catholic Church and Latin American political leaders.
It's really unnerving to see how little the world cared about bringing these monsters to justice, as if the six year orgy of sadism that was the Holocaust meant nothing, and those responsible should just be allowed to return to their pre-war lives. The fact that Mengele died a free man is offensive. As a Jew, it pains me to be faced with the sad truth that we have always and will always be globally hated as a race, and that we will forever have to fight for our continued survival on this planet. When Pat Buchanan comments that we should stop searching for Nazis because they are all really old now and the war was a long time ago, my faith in the modern social consciousness of living in a civilized society is shaken.
I've never been more scared, nor more proud, to be a Jew.
The only flaw to this book, and it is a HUGE one, is that Walters spends a considerable amount of time explaining why Simon Wiesenthal is a liar. While I understand the reason to set the record straight on Simon Wiesenthal's actual role in the Eichman kidnaping and subsequent Nazi hunting, that should have been a separate book. Instead, Walters, time and time again, veers away from the actual stories of the escaping Nazis to point out all of the lies and inconsistencies that Wiesenthal told in interviews and in his various autobiographies. If Walters had just told the stories and left Wiesenthal out of it, the reader would have figured out that he was not involved. Instead, the book reads a bit like a bitter, "gotcha" type expose. Still, I guess it's impossible to talk about Nazi Hunting without involving Wiesenthal.
I’m no defender of Simon Wiesenthal, but I would have rated this book higher had there been less Wiesenthal-bashing in it.