The first time I became aware of fascism’s existence was when my Mum tried to stop me watching a documentary about the liberation of Bergen Belsen. I was five years old. This was around 1965 – about as far away from the event in historical time as we are today from 9/11.
One of my grandfathers was Jewish and, during the war, as a kid, my Mum was told tha…
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