Ur Fascism by Umberto Eco
         first published in the New York Review of Books in 1995


      In  1942  at the age of 10 I received the First Provincial Award of
 Ludi Juveniles (a voluntary compulsory  competition  for  young  Italian
 Fascists--that  is for every young Italian).  I elaborated with rhetori-
 cal skill on the subject "Should we die for the glory of  Mussolini  and
 the  immortal  destiny of Italy?" my answer was positive.  I was a smart
 boy.


      I spent two of my early years among the SS,  Fascists,  republicans
 and  partisans  shooting at one another, and I learned how to dodge bul-
 lets, it was good exercise.


      In April 1945 the partisans took over in  Milan.   Two  days  later
 they arrived in the small town where I was living at the time.  It was a
 moment of joy.  The main square was crowded with people singing and wav-
 ing  flags, calling in loud voices for Mimo, the partisan leader of that
 area.  A former maresciallo of the Carabinieri, Mimo joined the support-
 ers  of  General  Badoglio, Mussolini's successor, and lost a leg during
 one of the first clashes with Mussolini's remaining forces.  Mimo showed
 up  on  the  balcony  of the city hall, pale, leaning on his crutch, and
 with one hand tried to calm the crowd.  I was waiting for his speech be-
 cause  my whole childhood had been marked by the great historic speeches
 of Mussolini, whose most significant passages we  memorized  in  school.
 Silence.  Mimo spoke in a hoarse voice, barely audible.  He said: "Citi-
 zens, friends. After so many painful sacrifices ... here we are.   Glory
 to  those  who have fallen for freedom."  And that was it.  He went back
 inside.  The crowd yelled, the partisans raised  their  guns  and  fired
 festive volleys.  We kids hurried to pick up the shells, precious items,
 but I had also  learned  that  freedom  of  speech  means  freedom  from
 rhetoric.


      A  few  days  later  I  saw the first American soldiers.  They were
 African Americans.  The first Yankee I met was a black man, Joseph,  who
 introduced  me  to  the marvels of Dick Tracy and Li'l Abner.  His comic
 books were brightly colored and smelled good.


      One of the officers (Major or Captain Muddy) was  a  guest  in  the
 villa of a family whose two daughters were my schoolmates.  I met him in
 their garden where some ladies, surrounding  Captain  Muddy,  talked  in
 tentative  French.   Captain Muddy knew some French too.  My first image
 of American liberators was thus-after so many palefaces in black shirts-
 that  of  a  cultivated black man in a yellow-green uniform saying "oui,
 merci beaucoup, Madame, moi aussi j'aime le champagne..."  Unfortunately
 there  was  no  champagne,  but  Captain Muddy gave me my first piece of
 Wrigley's Spearmint and I started chewing all day long.  At night I  put
 my wad in a water glass, so it would be fresh for the next day.


      In  May  we  heard  that the war was over.  Peace gave me a curious
 sensation.  I had been told that permanent warfare was the normal condi-
 tion for a young Italian.  In the following months I discovered that the
 Resistance was not only a  local  phenomenon  but  a  European  one.   I
 learned  new,  exciting  words  like reseau, maquis, armee secrete, Rote
 Kapelle, Warsaw ghetto.  I saw the first photographs of  the  holocaust,
 thus understanding the meaning before knowing the word.  I realized what
 we were liberated from.


      In my country today there are people who are wondering if  the  Re-
 sistance  had  a  real military impact on the course of the war.  For my
 generation this question is irrelevant: we  immediately  understood  the
 moral  and  psychological  meaning  of  the Resistance.  For us is was a
 point of pride to know that we Europeans did not wait passively for lib-
 eration.   And  for the young Americans who were paying with their blood
 for our restored freedom it meant something to know that behind the fir-
 ing lines there were Europeans paying their own debt in advance.


      In  my  country today there are people who are saying that the myth
 of the Resistance was a Communist lie.  It is true that  the  Communists
 exploited  the  Resistance  as  if it were their personal property since
 they played a prime role in it; but I remember partisans with  kerchiefs
 of different colors.  Sticking close to the radio, I spent my nights-the
 windows closed, the blackout making the small space  around  the  set  a
 lone luminous halo-listening to the messages sent by the voice of London
 to the partisans.  They were cryptic and poetic at the  same  time  (The
 sun  also  rises,  the roses will bloom) and most of them were "messaggi
 per la Franchi."  Somebody whispered to me that Franchi was  the  leader
 of the most powerful clandestine network in northwestern Italy, a man of
 legendary courage.  Franchi became my hero.  Franchi  (whose  real  name
 was Edgardo Sogno) was a monarchist, so strongly anti-Communist that af-
 ter the war he joined very right-wing groups, and was charged with  col-
 laborating in a project for a reactionary coup d'etat.  Who cares? Sogno
 still remains the dream hero of my childhood.  Liberation was  a  common
 deed for people of different colors.


      In  my country today there are some who say that the War of Libera-
 tion was a tragic period of division, and the all we  need  is  national
 reconciliation.  The memory of those terrible years should be repressed,
 refoulee, verdrangt.  But Verdrangung causes neurosis.   If  reconcilia-
 tion means compassion and respect for all those who fought their own war
 in good faith, to forgive does not mean to forget.   I  can  even  admit
 that  Eichmann sincerely believed in his mission, but I cannot say, "OK,
 come back and do it again."  We are here to remember what  happened  and
 solemnly say that "They" must not do it again.


      But who are They?


      If we still think of the totalitarian governments that ruled Europe
 before the Second World War we can easily say that it would be difficult
 for  them  to  reappear in the same form in different historical circum-
 stances.  If Mussolini's fascism was based upon the idea of a charismat-
 ic ruler, on corporatism, on the utopia of the Imperial Fate of Rome, on
 an imperialistic will to conquer new territories, on an exacerbated  na-
 tionalism,  on the ideal of an entire nation regimented in black shirts,
 on the rejection of parliamentary democracy, on  anti-Semitism,  then  I
 have  no  difficulty  in  acknowledging  that today the Italian Alleanza
 Nazionale, born from the postwar Fascist Party,  MSI,  and  certainly  a
 right-wing party, has by now very little to do with the old fascism.  In
 the same vein, even though I am much concerned about the  various  Nazi-
 like movements that have arisen here and there in Europe, including Rus-
 sia, I do not think that Nazism, in its original form, is about to reap-
 pear as a nationwide movement.


      Nevertheless,  even though political regimes can be overthrown, and
 ideologies can be criticized and disowned, behind a regime and its  ide-
 ology there is always a way of thinking and feeling, a group of cultural
 habits, of obscure instincts and unfathomable drives.   Is  there  still
 another  ghost  stalking  Europe  (not  to  speak  of other parts of the
 world)?

      Ionesco once said that "only words count and the rest is mere chat-
 tering."   Linguistic habits are frequently important symptoms of under-
 lying feelings.  Thus it is worth asking why not only the Resistance but
 the  Second  World  War  was generally defined throughout the world as a
 struggle against fascism.  If you reread Hemingway's For Whom  the  Bell
 Tolls  you  will discover that Robert Jordan identifies his enemies with
 Fascists, even when he thinks of the Spanish Falangists.  And  for  FDR,
 "The  victory  of the American people and their allies will be a victory
 against fascism and the dead hand of despotism it represents."


      During World War II, the Americans who took part in the Spanish war
 were  called  "premature  anti-fascists"--meaning  that fighting against
 Hitler in the Forties was a moral duty  for  every  good  American,  but
 fighting against Franco too early, in the Thirties, smelled sour because
 it was mainly done by Communists and other leftists...  Why was  an  ex-
 pression  like fascisct pig used by American radicals thirty years later
 to refer to a cop who did not approve  of  their  smoking  habits?   Why
 didn't  they  say:  Cagoulard  pig, Falangist pig, Ustashe pig, Quisling
 pig, Nazi pig?


      Mein Kampf is a manifesto of a complete political program.   Nazism
 had  a theory of racism and the Aryan chosen people, a precise notion of
 degenerate art, entartete Kunst, a philosophy of the will to  power  and
 of  the  Ubermensch.  Nazism was decidedly anti-Christian and neo-pagan,
 while Stalin's Diamat (the official version of Soviet Marxism) was  bla-
 tantly  materialistic  and atheistic.  If by totalitarianism one means a
 regime that subordinates every act of the individual to the state and to
 its  ideology,  then  both  Nazism  and Stalinism were true totalitarian
 regimes.


      Italian fascism was certainly a dictatorship, but it was not total-
 ly  totalitarian,  not because of its mildness but rather because of the
 philosophical weakness of its ideology.   Contrary  to  common  opinion,
 fascism  in  Italy  had  no  special philosophy.  The article on fascism
 signed by Mussolini in the Treccani Encyclopedia was written or basical-
 ly inspired by Giovanni Gentile, but it reflected a late-Hegelian notion
 of the Absolute and Ethical State which was never fully realized by Mus-
 solini.   Mussolini  did  not have any philosophy: he had only rhetoric.
 He was a militant atheist at the beginning and later signed the  Conven-
 tion  with  the  Church and welcomed the bishops who blessed the Fascist
 pennants.  In his early anticlerical years, according to a  likely  leg-
 end,  he  once asked God, in order to prove His existence, to strike him
 down on the spot.  Later, Mussolini always cited the name of God in  his
 speeches, and did not mind being called the Man of Providence.


      Italian  fascism  was  the  first right-wing dictatorship that took
 over a European country, and all similar movements later found a sort of
 archetype  in  Mussolini's regime.  Italian fascism was the first to es-
 tablish a military liturgy, a folklore, even a way of dressing-far  more
 influential,  with  its  black shirts, than Armani, Benetton, or Versace
 would ever be.  It was only in the Thirties that fascist  movements  ap-
 peared,  with  Mosley, in Great Britain, and in Latvia, Estonia, Lithua-
 nia, Poland, Hungary, Romania, Bulgaria, Greece, Yugoslavia, Spain, Por-
 tugal,  Norway,  and even in South America.  It was Italian fascism that
 convinced many European liberal leaders that the new regime was carrying
 out  interesting social reform, and that it was providing a mildly revo-
 lutionary alternative to the Communist threat.


      Nevertheless, historical priority does not seem to me a  sufficient
 reason  to  explain why the word fascism became a synecdoche, that is, a
 word that could be used for different totalitarian movements.   This  is
 not  because  fascism contained in itself, so to speak in their quintes-
 sential state, all the elements of any later  form  of  totalitarianism.
 On  the  contrary, fascism had no quintessence.  Fascism was a fuzzy to-
 talitarianism, a collage of different philosophical and political ideas,
 a  beehive  of contradictions.  Can one conceive of a truly totalitarian
 movement that was able to combine monarchy with  revolution,  the  Royal
 Army  with  Mussolini's personal milizia, the grant of privileges to the
 Church with state education extolling violence, absolute  state  control
 with a free market?  The Fascist Party was born boasting that it brought
 a revolutionary new order; but it was financed by the most  conservative
 among  the landowners who expected from it a counter-revolution.  At its
 beginning fascism was republican.  Yet it survived for twenty years pro-
 claiming  its  loyalty  to the royal family, while the Duce (the unchal-
 lenged Maximal Leader) was arm-in-arm with the King, to whom he also of-
 fered  the title of Emperor.  But when the King fired Mussolini in 1943,
 the party reappeared two months later, with German  support,  under  the
 standard of a "social" republic, recycling its old revolutionary script,
 now enriched with almost Jacobin overtones.


      There was only a single Nazi architecture and a  single  Nazi  art.
 If  the Nazi architect was Albert Speer, there was no more room for Mies
 van der Rohe.  Similarly, under Stalin's  rule,  if  Lamarck  was  right
 there was no room for Darwin.  In Italy there were certainly fascist ar-
 chitects but close to their pseudo-Coliseums were many new buildings in-
 spired by the modern rationalism of Gropius.


      There  was no fascist Zhdanov setting a strictly cultural line.  In
 Italy there were two important art awards.  The Premio Cremona was  con-
 trolled  by  a fanatical and uncultivated Fascist, Robert Farinacci, who
 encouraged art as propaganda.  (I can remember paintings with  such  ti-
 tles  as  "Listening  by  Radio to the Duce's Speech" or "States of Mind
 Created by Fascism.")  The Premio Bergamo was sponsored by the cultivat-
 ed  and  reasonably tolerant Fascist Giuseppe Bottai, who protected both
 the concept of art for art's sake and the many kinds of avant-garde  art
 that had been banned as corrupt and crypto-Communist in Germany.


      The national poet was D'Annunzio, a dandy who in Germany or in Rus-
 sia would have been sent to the firing squad.  He was appointed  as  the
 bard  of  the regime because of his nationalism and his cult of heroism-
 which were in fact abundantly mixed up with influences of French fin  de
 siecle decadence.


      Take  Futurism.   One  might think it would have been considered an
 instance of entartete Kunst, along with Expressionism, Cubism, and  Sur-
 realism.  But the early Italian Futurists were nationalist; they favored
 Italian participation in the First World War for aesthetic reasons; they
 celebrated  speed,  violence,  and  risk, all of which somehow seemed to
 connect with the fascist cult of youth.  While fascism identified itself
 with  the Roman Empire and rediscovered rural traditions, Marinetti (who
 proclaimed that a car was more beautiful than the Victory of Samothrace,
 and  wanted  to kill even the moonlight) was nevertheless appointed as a
 member of the Italian Academy, which treated moonlight  with  great  re-
 spect.


      Many of the future partisans and of the future intellectuals of the
 Communist Party were educated by the GUF, the  fascist  university  stu-
 dents'  association, which was supposed to be the cradle of the new fas-
 cist culture.  These clubs became a sort  of  intellectual  melting  pot
 where new ideas circulated without any real ideological control.  It was
 not that the men of the party were tolerant of radical thinking, but few
 of them had the intellectual equipment to control it.


      During  those twenty years, the poetry of Montale and other writers
 associated with the group called the Ermetici was a reaction to the bom-
 bastic  style  of  the  regime,  and these poets were allowed to develop
 their literary protest from within what was seen as their  ivory  tower.
 The  mood  of  the Ermetici poets was exactly the reverse of the fascist
 cult of optimism and heroism.  The regime tolerated their blatant,  even
 though  socially  imperceptible, dissent because the Fascists simply did
 not pay attention to such arcane language.


      All this does not mean that Italian fascism was tolerant.   Gramsci
 was  put  in prison until his death; the opposition leaders Giacomo Mat-
 teotti and the brothers Rosselli were assassinated; the free  press  was
 abolished,  the  labor  unions were dismantled, and political dissenters
 were confined on remote islands.  Legislative power became a  mere  fic-
 tion  and the executive power (which controlled the judiciary as well as
 the mass media) directly issued new laws, among them  laws  calling  for
 preservation of the race (the formal Italian gesture of support for what
 became the Holocaust).


      The contradictory picture I describe was not the result  of  toler-
 ance  but  of  political and ideological discombobulation.  But it was a
 rigid discombobulation, as structured confusion.  Fascism was philosoph-
 ically  out of joint, but emotionally it was firmly fastened to some ar-
 chetypal foundations.


      So we come to my second point.  There was only one Nazism.  We can-
 not  label  Franco's hyper-Catholic Falangism as Nazism, since Nazism is
 fundamentally pagan, polytheistic, and anti-Christian.  But the  fascist
 game  can  be  played  in  many forms, and the name of the game does not
 change.  The notion of fascism is not unlike Wittgenstein's notion of  a
 game.  A game can be either competitive or not, it can require some spe-
 cial skill or none, it can or cannot involve money.  Games are different
 activities  that display only some "family resemblance," as Wittgenstein
 put it.  Consider the following sequence:


                          |   1 |   2 |   3 |   4 |
                          |-----+-----+-----+-----|
                          | abc | bcd | cde | def |


      Suppose there is a series of political groups in which group one is
 characterized by the features abc, group two by the features bcd, and so
 on.  Group two is similar to group one since they have two  features  in
 common; for the same reasons three is similar to two and four is similar
 to three.  Notice that three is also similar to one (they have in common
 the  feature  c).  The most curious case is presented by four, obviously
 similar to three and two, but with no feature in common with one.   How-
 ever,  owing  to the uninterrupted series of decreasing similarities be-
 tween one and four, there remains, by a sort of illusory transitivity, a
 family resemblance between four and one.


      Fascism became an all-purpose term because one can eliminate from a
 fascist regime one or more features, and it will still  be  recognizable
 as fascist.  Take away imperialism from fascism and you still have Fran-
 co and Salazar.  Take away colonialism and you  still  have  the  Balkan
 fascism of the Ustashes.  Add to the Italian fascism a radical anti-cap-
 italism (which never much fascinated Mussolini) and you have Ezra Pound.
 Add a cult of Celtic mythology and the Grail mysticism (completely alien
 to official fascism) and you have one of the most respected fascist  gu-
 rus, Julius Evola.


      But in spite of this fuzziness, I think it is possible to outline a
 list of features that are typical of what I would like to  call  Ur-Fas-
 cism,  or  Eternal  Fascism.   These features cannot be organized into a
 system; many of them contradict each other, and are also typical of oth-
 er  kinds of despotism or fanaticism.  But it is enough that one of them
 be present to allow fascism to coagulate around it.


 1.   The first feature of Ur-Fascism is the cult of  tradition.   Tradi-
      tionalism  is  of  course much older than fascism.  Not only was it
      typical of counter-revolutionary Catholic thought after the  French
      revolution,  but it was born in the late Hellenistic era as a reac-
      tion to classical Greek rationalism.  In the  Mediterranean  basin,
      people of different religions (most of them indulgently accepted by
      the Roman Pantheon) started dreaming of a  revelation  received  at
      the  dawn of human history.  This revelation, according to the tra-
      ditionalist mystique, had remained for a long time concealed  under
      the  veil  of  forgotten languages--in Egyptian hieroglyphs, in the
      Celtic runes, in the scrolls of the little known religions of Asia.

      This  new  culture had to be syncretistic.  Syncretism is not only,
      as the dictionary says, "the combination of different forms of  be-
      lief or practice"; such a combination must tolerate contradictions.
      Each of the original messages contains  a  sliver  of  wisdom,  and
      whenever  they  seem  to say different or incompatible things it is
      only because all are alluding, allegorically, to the same  primeval
      truth.

      As  a  consequence, there can be no advancement of learning.  Truth
      has been already spelled out once and for all, and we can only keep
      interpreting its obscure message.

      One  has  only to look at the syllabus of every fascist movement to
      find the major traditionalist thinkers.  The Nazi gnosis was  nour-
      ished  by  traditionalist, syncretistic, occult elements.  The most
      influential theoretical source of the theories of the  new  Italian
      right,  Julius  Evola,  merged the Holy Grail with The Protocols of
      the Elders of Zion, alchemy with the Holy Roman  and  Germanic  Em-
      pire.   The  very fact that the Italian right, in order to show its
      open-mindedness, recently broadened its syllabus to  include  works
      by  De  Maistre,  Guenon,  and  Gramsci, is a blatant proof of syn-
      cretism.

      If you browse in the shelves that, in American bookstores, are  la-
      beled  as  New Age, you can find there even Saint Augustine who, as
      far as I know, was not a fascist.  But  combining  Saint  Augustine
      and Stonehenge--that is a symptom of Ur-Fascism.


 2.   Traditionalism  implies  the rejection of modernism.  Both Fascists
      and Nazis worshiped technology, while traditionalist thinkers  usu-
      ally reject it as a negation of traditional spiritual values.  How-
      ever, even though Nazism was proud of its industrial  achievements,
      its  praise  of modernism was only the surface of an ideology based
      upon Blood and Earth (Blut und Boden).  The rejection of the modern
      world  was disguised as a rebuttal of the capitalistic way of life,
      but it mainly concerned the rejection of the Spirit of 1789 (and of
      1776, of course).  The Enlightenment, the Age of Reason, is seen as
      the beginning of modern depravity.  In this sense Ur-Fascism can be
      defined as irrationalism.


 3.   Irrationalism also depends on the cult of action for action's sake.
      Action being beautiful in itself, it must be taken before, or with-
      out,  any previous reflection.  Thinking is a form of emasculation.
      Therefore culture is suspect insofar as it is identified with crit-
      ical attitudes.  Distrust of the intellectual world has always been
      a symptom of Ur-Fascism, from Goering's alleged statement ("When  I
      hear  talk  of  culture I reach for my gun") to the frequent use of
      such expressions as "degenerate intellectuals," "eggheads," "effete
      snobs,"  "universities  are  a nest of reds."  The official Fascist
      intellectuals were mainly engaged in attacking modern  culture  and
      the  liberal intelligentsia for having betrayed traditional values.


 4.   No syncretistic faith  can  withstand  analytical  criticism.   The
      critical spirit makes distinctions, and to distinguish is a sign of
      modernism.  In modern culture the scientific community praises dis-
      agreement as a way to improve knowledge.  For Ur-Fascism, disagree-
      ment is treason.


 5.   Besides, disagreement is a sign of diversity.  Ur-Fascism grows  up
      and  seeks for consensus by exploiting and exacerbating the natural
      fear of difference.  The first appeal of a fascist  or  prematurely
      fascist  movement is an appeal against the intruders.  Thus Ur-Fas-
      cism is racist by definition.


 6.   Ur-Fascism derives from individual or social frustration.  That  is
      why  one of the most typical features of the historical fascism was
      the appeal to a frustrated middle class, a class suffering from  an
      economic  crisis  or feelings of political humiliation, and fright-
      ened by the pressure of lower social groups.  In our time, when the
      old "proletarians" are becoming petty bourgeois (and the lumpen are
      largely excluded from the political scene), the fascism of tomorrow
      will find its audience in this new majority.


 7.   To  people who feel deprived of a clear social identity, Ur-Fascism
      says that their only privilege is the most common one, to  be  born
      in  the same country.  This is the origin of nationalism.  Besides,
      the only ones who can provide an identity to the nation are its en-
      emies.   Thus at the root of the Ur-Fascist psychology there is the
      obsession with a plot, possibly an international one.  The  follow-
      ers  must  feel besieged.  The easiest way to solve the plot is the
      appeal to xenophobia.  But the plot must also come from the inside:
      Jews are usually the best target because they have the advantage of
      being at the same time inside and outside.  In the US, a  prominent
      instance  of  the  plot obsession is to be found in Pat Robertson's
      The New World Order, but, as we have recently seen, there are  many
      others.


 8.   The  followers  must feel humiliated by the ostentatious wealth and
      force of their enemies.  When I was a boy I war taught to think  of
      Englishmen  as the five-meal people.  They ate more frequently than
      the poor but sober Italians.  Jews are rich  and  help  each  other
      through  a secret web of mutual assistance.  However, the followers
      must be convinced that they can overwhelm the enemies.  Thus, by  a
      continuous  shifting  of  rhetorical  focus, the enemies are at the
      same time too strong and too weak.  Fascist  governments  are  con-
      demned  to lose wars because they are constitutionally incapable of
      objectively evaluating the force of the enemy.


 9.   For Ur-Fascism there is no struggle for life but, rather,  life  is
      lived  for  struggle.  Thus pacifism is trafficking with the enemy.
      It is bad because life is permanent warfare.  This, however, brings
      about  an  Armageddon  complex.  Since enemies have to be defeated,
      there must be a final battle, after which the  movement  will  have
      control  of  the world.  But such a "final solution" implies a fur-
      ther era of peace, a Golden Age, which contradicts the principle of
      permanent  war.   No  fascist  leader has ever succeeded in solving
      this predicament.


 10.  Elitism is a typical aspect of any reactionary ideology, insofar as
      it is fundamentally aristocratic, and aristocratic and militaristic
      elitism cruelly implies contempt for the weak.  Ur-Fascism can only
      advocate a popular elitism.  Every citizen belongs to the best peo-
      ple of the world, the members of the party are the best  among  the
      citizens,  every  citizen  can (or ought to) become a member of the
      party.  But there cannot be patricians without plebeians.  In fact,
      the  Leader,  knowing that his power was not delegated to him demo-
      cratically but was conquered by force, also knows that his force is
      based  upon the weakness of the masses; they are so weak as to need
      and deserve a ruler.  Since the group is  hierarchically  organized
      (according  to a military model), every subordinate leader despises
      his own underlings, and each of them despises his inferiors.   This
      reinforces the sense of mass elitism.


 11.  In  such  a perspective everybody is educated to become a hero.  In
      every mythology the hero is an exceptional being, but in Ur-Fascist
      ideology,  heroism  is  the norm.  This cult of heroism is strictly
      linked with the cult of death.  It is not by chance that a motto of
      the  Falangists  was Viva la Muerte (in English it should be trans-
      lated as "Long Live Death!").  In non-fascist  societies,  the  lay
      public is told that death is unpleasant but must be faced with dig-
      nity; believers are told that it is the painful way to reach a  su-
      pernatural  happiness.   By  contrast,  the  Ur-Fascist hero craves
      heroic death, advertised as the best reward for a heroic life.  The
      Ur-Fascist  hero  is  impatient to die.  In his impatience, he more
      frequently sends other people to death.


 12.  Since both permanent war and heroism are difficult games  to  play,
      the Ur-Fascist transfers his will to power to sexual matters.  This
      is the origin of machismo (which implies both disdain for women and
      intolerance  and  condemnation  of  nonstandard sexual habits, from
      chastity to homosexuality).  Since even sex is a difficult game  to
      play,  the  Ur-Fascist tends to play with weapons--doing so becomes
      an ersatz phallic exercise.


 13.  Ur-Fascism is based upon a selective populism, a  qualitative  pop-
      ulism, one might say.  In a democracy, the citizens have individual
      rights, but the citizens in their entirety have a political  impact
      only  from  a quantitative point of view--one follows the decisions
      of the majority.  For Ur-Fascism, however, individuals as individu-
      als  have  no  rights,  and the People is conceived as a quality, a
      monolithic entity expressing the Common Will.  Since no large quan-
      tity of human beings can have a common will, the Leader pretends to
      be their interpreter.  Having lost their power of delegation, citi-
      zens  do  not  act; they are only called on to play the role of the
      People.  Thus the People is only a theatrical fiction.  To  have  a
      good  instance of qualitative populism we no longer need the Piazza
      Venezia in Rome or the Nuremberg Stadium.  There is in our future a
      TV  or  Internet populism, in which the emotional response of a se-
      lected group of citizens can be presented and accepted as the Voice
      of the People.

      Because  of  its  qualitative  populism  Ur-Fascism must be against
      "rotten" parliamentary governments.  One of the first sentences ut-
      tered  by  Mussolini  in  the  Italian parliament was "I could have
      transformed this deaf and gloomy place into a bivouac for my  mani-
      ples"--"maniples"  being a subdivision of the traditional Roman le-
      gion.  As a matter of fact, he immediately found better housing for
      his  maniples,  but  a  little  later he liquidated the parliament.
      Wherever a politician casts doubt on the legitimacy of a parliament
      because  it  no  longer  represents the Voice of the People, we can
      smell Ur-Fascism.


 14.  Ur-Fascism speaks Newspeak. Newspeak was  invented  by  Orwell,  in
      1984,  as  the official language of Ingsoc, English Socialism.  But
      elements of Ur-Fascism are common to different forms  of  dictator-
      ship.   All the Nazi or Fascist schoolbooks made use of an impover-
      ished vocabulary, and an elementary syntax, in order to  limit  the
      instruments  for  complex  and  critical reasoning.  But we must be
      ready to identity other kinds of Newspeak, even if  they  take  the
      apparently innocent form of a popular talk show.


      On the morning of July 27, 1943, I was told that according to radio
 reports, fascism had collapsed and Mussolini was under arrest.  When  my
 mother  sent  me  out to buy the newspaper, I saw that the papers at the
 nearest newsstand had different  titles.   Moreover,  after  seeing  the
 headlines,  I  realized  that  each  newspaper said different things.  I
 bought one of them, blindly, and read a message on the first page signed
 by  five  or six political parties--among them the Democrazia Cristiana,
 the Communist Party, the Partito d'Azione, and the Liberal Party.


      Until then, I had believed that there was a single party  in  every
 country  and that in Italy it was the Partito Nazionale Fascista.  Now I
 was discovering that in my country several parties could  exist  at  the
 same  time.   Since  I  was a clever boy, I immediately realized that so
 many parties could not have been born overnight, and they must have  ex-
 isted for some time as clandestine organizations.


      The message on the front celebrated the end of the dictatorship and
 the return of freedom: freedom of speech, of press, of political associ-
 ation.   These  words, "freedom," "dictatorship," "liberty,"--I now read
 them for the first time in my life.  I was reborn as a free Western  man
 by virtue of these new words.


      We  must  keep  alert, so that the sense of these words will not be
 forgotten again.  Ur-Fascism is still around  us,  sometimes  in  plain-
 clothes.   It  would be so much easier, for us, if there appeared on the
 world scene somebody saying, "I want to reopen  Auschwitz,  I  want  the
 Black  Shirts to parade again in the Italian squares."  Life is not that
 simple.  Ur-Fascism can come back under the most innocent of  disguises.
 Our  duty  is  to  uncover  it  and  to  point our at any of its new in-
 stances--every day, in every part of the  world.   Franklin  Roosevelt's
 words of November 4, 1938, are worth recalling: "I venture the challeng-
 ing statement that if American democracy ceases to  move  forward  as  a
 living  force, seeking day and night by peaceful means to better the lot
 of our citizens, fascism will grow in strength in  our  land."   Freedom
 and liberation are an unending task.


      Let me finish with a poem by Franco Fortini:


          Sulla rpalletta del ponte
          Le teste degli impiccati
          Nell'acqua della fonte
          La bava degli impiccati.

          Sul lastrico del mercato
          Le unghie dei fucilati
          Sull'erba secca del prato
          I denti dei fucilati.

          Mordere l'aria mordere i sassi
          La nostra carne non e piu d'uomini
          Mordere l'aria mordere i sassi
          Il nostro cuore non e piu d'uomini

          Ma noi s'e letto negli occhi dei morti
          E sulla terra faremo liberta
          Ma l'hanno stretta i pugni dei morti
          La giustizia che si fara

              ***

          On the bridge's parapet
          The heads of the hanged
          In the flowing rivulet
          The spittle of the hanged.

          On the cobbles in the market-places
          The fingernails of those lined up and shot
          On the dry grass in the open spaces
          The broken teeth of those lined up and shot.

          Biting the air, biting the stones
          Our flesh is no longer human
          Biting the air, biting the stones
          Our hearts are no longer human.

          But we have read into the eyes of the dead
          And shall bring freedom on the earth
          But clenched tight in the fists of the dead
          Lies the justice to be served.

         --poem translated by Stephen Sartarelli





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