Iranian Blood Is on Our Hands, Too

Iranian Blood Is on Our Hands, Too: It was a hot day in June, 30 years ago. I was sweating in a chador, a speck in the black-clad throng of mourners pouring through Tehran for the funeral of Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini. As the keening crowd surged dangerously toward the grave site, I was lifted off my feet, lost in a heaving mass of humanity. Then, I was a Middle East correspondent for The Wall Street Journal. My job was to understand and explain why what may have been the largest...