by Nomad
Recently I stumbled across a fascinating book called "Under Cover: My Four Years in the Nazi Underworld of America." One of the things you quickly learn from reading the book is that the techniques used in politics nowadays were used in the past- albeit primitively, by today's standards. The modus operandi never really changes.
In the years just before WWII, Armenia-American journalist Arthur Derounian (using the alias John Roy Carlson) went underground to investigate and to expose the various organizations that supported fascism and Nazi causes.
When it was published, the book served as a warning that fascism could flourish just as easily in Chicago and New York as it could in Rome or Berlin.
After attending the rallies of various far-right groups, Derounian came to the conclusion that the kind of fascism that they were selling was "essentially a mass movement parading under the guise of "patriotism."
Everywhere I saw the American mind subjected to a ruthless barrage of hate propaganda. It was dinned into them day and night in multiple forms, and the American masses were its main victims.Here's an excerpt from Chapter III- The Hate Crusade. It deals with the techniques of organizations which preached poisonous propaganda to Americans in the 1930s.
Hate was the fascist formula.
Hate was the international cement that held fascism together, and America's fascist leaders built their organizations on a framework of hate. Hate was their handshake and hate was their parting word. To join a "one hundred percent Christian-American-Patriotic" group, you didn't have to be Christian or American. Heathens and Mohammedans were welcome. Japanese were eligible. Crooks, thugs, racketeers, step right up.
There was only one requirement. Hate! Hate the Niggers, the Jews, the Polacks, the Catholics, the Communists, the Masons, the bankers, the labor unions! Democracy.
Hate anything but hate! And anything you hated by a common name. Rich man, poor man, art, science, logic- tie them together, stick an odious label on them and hate that label for all your worth.
