On August 6, 1945, the Japanese city of Hiroshima was evaporated by the first atomic bomb. Two days later, the second city, Nagasaki, was vaporized by another atomic explosion. The following month, on September 2, 1945, the Japanese Empire surrendered. The man responsible for the main mechanics of the weapon was one Dr. J. Robert Oppenheimer. What most people don't realize is that the anguish of creating such a destructive weapon haunted him for the rest of his days. Eight years and three months later, Oppenheimer was suspected of being a communist. The government and most of his colleagues distrusted him. He refused to give up his authorization which the government wanted revoked. Instead, he continued his work until they brought him to court. People still debate whether it was a fair trial or the result of mass communist paranoia. When the doctor took the witness stand you could see the burden that had been placed on him. He had dark lines under his eyes. Wrinkles tormented his face. He was too thin and his white hair had been completely shaved off. Most notable, however, was the lack of life behind his eyes. Anyone could see that he was tired of politics and guns. In the documentary, The Trials of J. Robert Oppenheimer, the film shows recordings of Mr. Oppenheimer's trial with a small amount of commentary. This is an almost exact video transcription. There is one moment in the documentary, in particular, that speaks volumes about Oppenheimer's point of view. He is asked what his reaction was when he witnessed the bomb's success. The viewer can see his mind travel back to that moment as he says, “We knew the world wouldn't be the same. Some people laughed. Some people cried. Most people remained silent. I remembered the phrase of the Hindu... in the middle of the paper... killed by his extraordinary power. He was just like Vishnu. He had become death and the destroyer of worlds. That's why he understands why no one else spoke. They all felt the same. Each of them had just summoned destruction beyond anyone else's control. It was something no man could hope to handle alone. At the very least, handle it responsibly. The doctor is expected to live the rest of his life like the titan Atlas of Greek mythology. He held the world on his shoulders knowing that at any moment it could collapse. It could melt in his fingers like sand. The research he used to save lives could now end them all. By the end of his answer, you have to ask yourself. What would your reaction be? Would you laugh at the new power or cry for the souls of the lost? The only assumption one can make is that most would remain silent.