"I'm Serbian," the waiter answers a little self-consciously. It's the height of the bombing -- maybe it's not such a good thing to say. He's young, no more than a kid really, with short-cropped hair. My guests for lunch are visiting from Northern Ireland -- a couple -- he born and bred in Armagh, she born in London of Irish parents. They met in San Francisco where her English … [Read more...] about The First Word: The Heritage of Hate