Ah Mr Roth, how you entertained and confounded me with this book. This book also served as a sort of stupidity graph for me, highlighting where my knowledge of early 20th century American History and Politics has a gaping hole.

Is it a hole in a sock sized hole? An oops, my-car-was-just- swallowed-up-by-this-big-hole sized hole? Or a Guatemala City sink hole sized hole? Well, the hole in my knowledge is probably about the size of the car swallowing hole which is still quite sizeable. I feel ashamed (ashamed face). To counter that shame there is also the caveat that I am easily confused.

Being brought up in the UK and at the mercy of the comprehensive school education system, we had the facts of World War I and World War II hammered into us from the ages of 13 to 16 but generally only focusing on the European perceptions and involvement, as you might expect. America did feature in the lessons and lectures - the depression, seers roebuck, the wall street crash, Warren Harding, Coolidge, Hoover and Roosevelt all got a look-in but probably not in the detailed way that they should have. Between the ages of 16 and 18 it was optional if you wished the hammering of history to continue. I can probably name every treaty and anschluss and every palace that every treaty was signed in. Obviously very helpful factoids which I have used many times over in my adult life....

Therefore, because of the hazy mist that surrounds my knowledge of this period in America I found myself checking on the internet to figure out where fact met fiction in this brilliant book. The Plot Against America depicts growing feelings of anti-Semitism in the USA which began to develop in tandem with the increase in Nazi Power in Europe. Similar anti Semitic feelings and issues are dealt with in a different way in The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay by Michael Chabon. Roth presents us with an America where Franklin Delano Roosevelt has been beaten in the electoral race by Charles Lindbergh, thereby creating a "what if this happened and where would we be now" look at an alternative history. Note: This book will not confuse you at all if you know your actual history/ are American/ live in America/ Are over the age of 65!

I have enjoyed all the Philip Roth books I've read (introduced to him through the joys of the 1001 books to read before you die list)and this one was no exception. To the people who say that American Pastoral is his best book (with all that glove making - really?), I have to disagree!

Roth è uno scrittore meraviglioso e conferma il suo valore in questo romanzo in cui immagina un se stesso bambino alle prese con la possibilità di una Storia (quella con la S maiuscola dei grandi eventi) diversa da quella che si è realmente svolta. Ipotizza la vittoria alla presidenza americana un Lindberg xenofobo e antisemita che collabora con la Germania di Hitler per 'nazificare' gli Stati Uniti. I tanti colpi di scena e il complotto del titolo, che non si capisce se è andato proprio così o no, tengono attaccati alla pagina fino all'ultima riga.
La scrittura è densa, non è certo una lettura veloce, ma sicuramente di altissima qualità. Inquietante per il realismo con cui esplora una situazione che, per fortuna, non si è verificata.

This novel, written by Pulitzer Prize winning author Philip Roth, is an alt-history story of a young boy growing up in Newark, NJ when the virulently anti-Semitic Charles Lindbergh is elected president in place of Roosevelt in 1940. It's an exceptional story of what it means to be a Jew living in times that are dangerous to you and your family, as well as what it means to be a reviled minority in times when such behavior is actively endorsed by the people in power.

Roth uses himself as a character in this book, and the age of the character matches up to the age he would have been when the story was being told. It's an interesting way to do it and it made the character's experiences and perceptions seem much more real to me, especially since it was told in first person.

Phil is 8 years old at the start of the book and he lives in a flat with his mom, dad, his cousin Alvin, and his brother Sandy. Their reactions to Lindbergh being elected and becoming president are both fascinating and diverse. His dad reacts with anger and indignation, railing at anyone who treats them poorly, defiantly insisting that this is not America, and refusing to back down even so much as an inch. His mom would prefer it if he didn't advertise that they were Jewish. She doesn't want to advertise it to anyone and, in fact, she wants to do her best to get by without drawing attention. Alvin and Sandy round it out by Alvin running off to Canada to join the war efforts and Sandy embracing the fascism that is sweeping the nation. We see all of this through young Philip's eyes as he tries to understand and occasionally tries to get away from everything ending in humorous results.

Throughout the story Roth gives us plenty of warmth and humor mixed with a family that is showing serious signs of strain. You can feel tears, stress, and heartache, but it's not the kind of novel that emotionally destroys you. There's this core to the novel that's about seeing all of this destruction and thinking that the problem is that he's Jewish, not that people can be full of hate and anger. And what do you do when what people hate is a part of yourself that you simply can't change. There's an emotionally difficult moment (for me, at least) when he looks at his mom and realizes that she looks Jewish; that she looks like all of the stereotypes from skin to hair to a big nose. I hate that he goes from being a kid trying to make sense of things to a kid who's applying racial stereotypes that he's heard to his family. He's even horrified to realize that since he looks like his mother this means that he also looks Jewish.

I highly recommend this book. It's an important work that insightful and even somewhat prescient.

Breathtaking and highly realistic, The Plot Against America is Philip Roth's vision of an alternative path history could have taken had Charles Lindbergh have not kept his anti-Semitism as a private matter, but (like Mr Trump) brought it into the political arena. In it, Roth features himself as the 6-8 year old narrator seeing the events from a Jewish kid's eyes in Newark. The scenario is Interesting, but what Roth does best is describe the terror and uncertainty of the days during this fictive version of 1940-1942 where the US President proudly wears a medal from Hitler (and in real life, Lindbergh did have one from Göring as Roth points out in the fascinating and exhaustive "real history" postscript) and introduces seemingly innocuous programs that are aimed at destroying the Jewish community. I will not give any spoilers because - even if it is too late before Election Day 2016 to read this - it is an excellent book and I would not want someone to read this review and pass it over. I did not give it five stars because as much as I liked it, it was not the narrative, gorgeous masterpiece that American Pastoral or The Human Stain were. Nonetheless, it is in the high end of the Roth oeuvre which I have discovered over the last few months to be endlessly full of surprises and variety - perhaps more so than most of the other writers I have read. Perhaps the Nobel committee would have gotten a callback had Roth been picked over Zimmerman this year?
I cannot insist enough that this is a critical book to read NOW.

The renaming of Inauguration Day by Drumpf is particularly chilling...and the promotion of Bannon to the National Security Council should scare the shit out of you. And things have just gotten worse over the last nearly three endless painful years.

Here is a recent article from the New Yorker where Roth says that Trump is actually far worse than what he had imagined with Lindbergh. Resist, we must resist.

The clock continues its inexorable ticking towards a devolution of American democracy. Putin is wringing his hands in delight much like Hitler does in Roth's book. However, it looks more like we are heading into a civil war with two sides that have opposing and irreconcilable views of reality. Let's hope we get a happy ending like that of Plot Against America rather than the dismal end of It Can't Happen Here. Time continues to slip by and the world continues to ressemble the hell in Roth's book.

RIP (1933-2018). One of America's literary giants has left us.

n  When fascism comes to America it will be wrapped in the flag and carrying a cross.n

This was a difficult book to read. Not because the writing was poor or obtuse, but because the subject matter was so sensitive. It also didn't help that there are more than a few unsettling parallels between the events in this book and what is currently unfolding on the American political landscape.

So the premise of the book is pretty straight forward: Charles Lindbergh, notorious racist/anti-Semite, Nazi sympathizer, and national hero (not necessarily in that order), ends up running against FDR in the 1940 election on the platform of keeping America out of WWII at all costs. Thanks to his dashing good looks, dynamic campaign, and a strong anti-war sentiment he wins a resounding landslide victory and history takes a different course.

Right off the bat the election was eerily familiar to someone who lived through the 2016 American Presidential Election: a well known but extremely unqualified candidate running on a few simple issues and tacitly blaming a minority group for problems ends up winning over a much more experienced and qualified candidate who would have continued positive American engagement on the world stage instead of turning to isolationism. The fact that the people in the book would taken in by Lindbergh's act was scary since so many of my fellow citizen fell for the same thing in 2016.

Of course it is just as scary that Roth had to do little to bring historic Lindbergh into line with the one he needed for the story:

n  (Lindbergh speaking at an anti-interventionist America First Committee rally in fall of 1940):

It is not difficult to understand why Jewish people desire the overthrow of Nazi Germany. The persecution they suffered in Germany would be sufficient to make bitter enemies of any race. No person with a sense of the dignity of mankind can condone the persecution the Jewish race suffered in Germany. But no person of honesty and vision can look on their pro-war policy here today without seeing the dangers involved in such a policy, both for us and for them.

Instead of agitating for war the Jewish groups in this country should be opposing it in every possible way, for they will be among the first to feel its consequences. Tolerance is a virtue that depends upon peace and strength. History shows that it cannot survive war and devastation. A few farsighted Jewish people realize this and stand opposed to intervention. But the majority still do not. Their greatest danger to this country lies in their large ownership and influence in our motion pictures, our press, our radio, and our government.n

Pretty easy to see why the Nazis pinned a medal on him and he refused to disown it when he returned stateside. Needless to say things did not get better once he took office.

And while I would like to shake my head at the American populace in the book, it isn't as though candidate Trump said things that were any worse than that, be it about Mexicans or Muslims Trump inflamed American fear of The Other just as much as Lindbergh scapegoated Jews. Considering the subsequent policies the Lindbergh administration enacted (and what is currently brewing at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue and Capitol Hill) my near term political outlook for America is not good.

And that was only Chapter One.

The story itself is told in sort of a weird way. It is from the perspective of Philip Roth (a character, not the author obviously) looking back on his experience of these events as a nine and ten year old child. So writing is from a much more mature perspective even if the feelings and understandings of the character at the time are from a child's point of view. In a way this decision both worked and did not work.

On the one hand we don't get much of a wider view of this alternative world, just what young Philip gleans from his family, the radio, and his friends/neighbors. We get slices of the wider world but no comprehensive overview of everything that has changed. If you want to know how the African American community is faring during this time or what the British think of America's isolationism you are out of luck.

The story is very much about what happens to Philip and his family during this turbulent time. And it that way I think the perspective decision succeeds in painting the impacts of an anti-Semitic fascist government and society on a Jewish family. The characters are quite dynamic, changing considerably the course of the story in reaction to the events of the book, both grand and mundane. Over the course of the book we see how the growing antagonism towards Jews (both on the governmental and social level) puts a strain on what was the very epitome of a family trying to realize the American dream.

Instead of being acknowledged and respected as a part of the diverse tapestry that is America and encouraged to succeed in business Jews are singled out for a sort of forced assimilation and dissolution of their communities. It starts small, but most pernicious things do, especially when the ultimate goal of that pernicious thing is so abhorrent to the general character of the country. Incremental steps slowly lower the populace's expectation of just what normal is until people can look at terrible injustices and not bat and eye at them. It isn't some far out sci-fi dystopia,
it CAN absolutely happen here. Sufficed to say the book was rather frightening both in its events and in the implications of contemporary America. Nothing Roth projects in the book are too out of the norm for modern America and that is damn terrifying considering how the events of the book unfold.

As much as I found the book to be excellent, I did have a pretty big problem with how Roth decided to end it. It wasn't so much the nature of the ending but how Roth ordered it. We are presented with a collection of newsreel revelations of how Lindbergh disappeared, the VP takes over, Lindbergh's wife is committed to a mental hospital, the acting president turns the Fascist meter up to 11, and then the wife escapes and condemns the VP for leading a coup. Lots of chaos, VP is exposed as being a usurper and coup leader, new elections are called, FDR and Democrats sweep into power and world history is rights. THEN we get the final bit of the Roth family's story. But by that point I was already really relieved.

Even if some great tragedy does befall the Roth family (which I hoped it wouldn't) America, as a whole, would be on the road to recovery. Yes there was still SOME tension about their ultimate fate, but it was mitigated by the national events turning out alright. I think if Roth had reversed this ordering where the reader did not known how America would turn out coupled with the Roth family still in danger the ending would have been much more compelling or at least would have had a more consistent line of tension running through it. Since even if the Roth family avoided disaster this time America could still have backslid into totalitarianism. The great tension would have still existed for the last few pages with this ordering instead of mostly being relieved with the ordering Roth went with. Really just a personal preference but it did somewhat diminish the ending for me.

All in all a very well written and thought out book, even if it was chilling and unsettling given contemporary political happenings.

Perché Il complotto contro l’America non può essere definito romanzo di formazione?
Certo, Philip Roth bambino ebreo, è immerso nella terribile storia del novecento appena appena incurvata dalla distopia ( in fondo di distopico, ma non troppo, c’è solo l’elezione di Lindbergh alla presidenza degli USA dal ’40 al ’42, quando ancora non erano entrati in guerra; c’è pure qualche pogrom antisemita immaginario in un contesto in cui l’antisemitismo era più che strisciante, come testimoniano sia “Focus” di A. Miller che “La famiglia Karnowski “di I. Singer ).
Questa “soluzione chimica vera”, lui e la storia, lo differenzia effettivamente dai protagonisti del Bildungsroman europeo, in cui la storia è un fondale di cartone poco illuminato di un palcoscenico.
Romanzo di formazione secondo me, però, lo è.
Il Philip Roth bambino si è trasformato, infatti,nello scrittore adulto che non a caso immagina questa storia allucinante ( ma non troppo se guardiamo a ciò che ci passa sotto gli occhi nelle news quotidiane) frutto dall’aria che ha respirato in quegli anni da ebreo di seconda generazione, i cui panni gli sono andati sempre stretti.

È un ragazzino fortemente convinto di essere americano, uguale tra uguali, il piccolo Philip. Fino alla gita nel distretto strettamente gōyīm dove il padre, come promozione, sarebbe andato a vendere polizze assicurative e la famiglia vi si sarebbe trasferita in una casa più grande dal quartiere di Newark abitato prevalentemente da ebrei ma lontano mille miglia da essere un ghetto.
Là scopre il divertimento preferito degli americani di tedesca genia, quelli alti, bianchi, biondi: inneggiare e bere alla salute di Hitler come se fossero a Monaco all’Oktoberfest . Capisce, così, che l’essere di religione ebraica lo rendeva ebreo e basta e con questa scoperta doveva fare i conti.
E dopo due anni, quando le cose sembrano precipitare senza rimedio,al bambino sembra che tutto si riduceva alla scoperta che uno poteva fare niente di giusto senza fare anche qualcosa di sbagliato, di così sbagliato, anzi, che soprattutto dove regnava il caos e ogni cosa era in gioco sarebbe stato meglio aspettare e non far nulla – solo che anche non far nulla voleva dire fare qualcosa … in quelle circostanze non far nulla significava fare molto-….
Se non è cambiamento, crescita questo…

L’ascesa alla presidenza degli Usa del trasvolatore amico dei nazisti – come lo fu nella realtà Lindbergh - è solo un leggere la storia con il “se”, piuttosto che una distopia.
Roth però è americano e il suo Philip non può prescindere di essere a volte Tom Sawyer e altre Huckleberry Finn. Roth ha una cultura europea e l’orazione funebre di Franklin Delano Roosevelt al funerale del giornalista radiofonico ebreo, il realmente esistito Walter Winchell ucciso nella finzione dalle associazioni antisemite, non può che riecheggiare quella di Antonio al funerale di Cesare.

Sono fortemente convinta che la storia si conoscerà, se sarà di qualche interesse ancora studiarla, non sui libri degli storici ma dalle opere d’arte, come del resto conosciamo la storia prima dell’avvento degli storici – sempre di parte e con la pulsione a mentire - dai poemi e dalle vestigia. Gli storici esibiranno documenti ad avvalorare le loro tesi. Gli artisti lasceranno nelle loro opere le impronte dei caratteri dei singoli da cui poter risalire alle emozioni, cognizioni e distorsioni psicologiche che hanno indotto, e inducono, le moltitudini a convincimenti e comportamenti “ di svolta” inaspettati e il più spesso maligni.
L’indicibile shoah nazista ha offuscato con il suo orrore il razzismo antisemita di tutto l’occidente e questo romanzo è testimonianza di quello statunitense. È anche romanzo storico in questo senso. Lo è con il suo stile amaramente ironico fino al tragico grottesco. Lo stile di Roth.

Lo lessi nel 2005. Era l’epoca di George W. Bush, quello della guerra preventiva agli stati canaglia. Non so che ne pensai – del libro, perché del paranoico con delirio religioso ne pensavo tutto il male possibile-. Probabilmente lo lessi come oggi rifiuto di fare: un libro distopico. Lo presi dagli scaffali due anni fa dopo l’elezione di Trump lo “stupido e incapace” come lo definisce l’odierna Teheran di millenaria cultura.
L’ho finalmente riletto oggi, nell’era di Salvini, Sebastian Kurz, Victor Orban e di Horst Seehofer: di distopico “ Il complotto contro l’America” mi sembra non abbia proprio nulla.

Recitire. Am lãsat aici ceea ce am scris cändva, cu mentiunea cã o carte bunã este cea care face proba timpului (nimic nou sub soare, voiam doar sã subliniez asta). Indiferent de conjuncturã, de starea cititorului, de felul cum el, cititorul, s-a cizelat în timp.

O carte controversată ca subiect și ca viziune. Nu știu de ce am ajuns atât de târziu la ea, dar a meritat din plin efortul și timpul alocat. Doar 4 stele pentru finalul cam abrupt și senzația că exact unde Philip Roth se oprește cu Complotul împotriva Americii, un cititor obișnuit (ca mine) doreste să afle ce se va fi întâmplat mai departe cu Sheldon, Alvin, tanti Evelyn, întreaga familie Roth și America de după anii Lindbergh.

Alternate history done as 'literature'. Intriguing idea that's chilling with well thought out details of how America could have launched it's own anti-Jewish program in the '30s if things would have been slightly different. The descriptions of the how the persecution begins and acclerates seem very plausible and scary. However, the ending seems ridiculous due to an outlandish plot twist that jars compared with the realistic nature of the rest of the book.

Χαίρομαι που ο Ροθ έγραψε πολλά βιβλία, γιατί κάθε φορά που τον διαβάζω αναπτερώνεται η πίστη μου σε μια στιβαρή λογοτεχνία, που έχει την ήρεμη δύναμη να μην αρκείται σε εύκολους εντυπωσιασμούς, αλλά ανατέμνει με μια εντυπωσιακή ευκολία το σύνθετο ζήτημα της αμερικανικής πολυπολιτισμικότητας, χωρίς να χαρίζεται σε κανέναν, ούτε καν στη δική του, εβραϊκή φυλή. Ξεκινώντας από την υπόθεση τι θα είχε συμβεί στην Αμερική (και κατ' επέκταση στον πλανήτη), αν δεν είχε κερδίσει τις εκλογές το 1940 ο Ρούζβελτ, αλλά ο (κρυφο)φασίστας συντηρητικός Τσαρλς Λίντμπεργκ, με τις (ιστορικά τεκμηριωμένες) σχέσεις με το ναζιστικό καθεστώς, ο Ροθ στήνει ένα ιστορικό και ταυτόχρονα δυστοπικό μυθιστόρημα, το οποίο αποκαλύπτει τη διαβρωτική δράση του φασισμού και της μισαλλοδοξίας με έναν ιδιοφυή και βραδύκαυστο τρόπο, και το οποίο μαρτυρά όχι μόνο την εμβρίθεια της ιστορικής μελέτης και την οξύνοιά του συγγραφέα στην ανάδειξη των αντιφάσεων της αμερικανικής κοινωνίας μέσα από τα μάτια ενός μικρού παιδιού, ανήμπορου να κατανοήσει τη θέση του στον κόσμο, αλλά και την αφηγηματική του δεινότητα να αποκαλύπτει την ευκολία με την οποία κάθε δημοκρατική κοινωνία μπορεί να παραδοθεί με μια εντροπική νομοτέλεια στην παράνοια. Κι αν ο Ροθ αρνήθηκε ότι το έγραψε για τον Τζορτζ Μπους, δεν παύει να είναι διαχρονικά επίκαιρο . Ανυπομονώ να δω τη βασισμένη στο βιβλίο σειρά στο HBO.

L’ultimo romanzo lungo di Roth. Mette insieme fantapolitica, tragedia storica e romanzo famigliare.
- Pro: ha diverse scene ottime (lui fradicio e imbranato rinchiuso nel bagno di Seldon, con la tenerezza di sua madre che ti scioglie / con Earl in giro per la città a pedinare la gente per vedere dove abita / il ritorno di Alvin dal Canada / la fine del signor Wishnow); pur con pochi picchi, ha la solita scrittura molto al di sopra della media; il rendersi conto del piccolo Phil di non essere uno facile con cui avere a che fare, che poteva diventare un cortocircuito fastidioso e invece risulta efficace e credibile.
- Contro: troppe informazioni, troppa trama; intermezzi da cinegiornale di cui avrei fatto a meno; quasi tutto quello che ha a che fare con Winchell; il finale frettoloso e deludente.

Non il mio Roth preferito, ma lo consiglierei a chi (1) vorrebbe leggere qualcosa di suo e ha già letto La macchia umana, (2) è interessato alle questioni politiche e (3) alla manipolazione subdola dell’opinione pubblica e (4) non ha troppa voglia di fare a cazzotti con le morbosità e il cinismo sbilenco di Sabbath, Zuckerman, Kepesh, Portnoy.

[75/100]


Ero ancora troppo indietro con la gente per capire che, a lungo andare, nessuno è facile da digerire, e che io stesso non ero facile da digerire. Prima non potevo soffrire Seldon del piano di sotto e ora non potevo soffrire Joey del piano di sotto, e allora decisi su due piedi di scappare lontano da tutt’e due. Sarei scappato prima che arrivasse Seldon, sarei scappato prima che arrivassero gli antisemiti, sarei scappato prima che arrivasse il corpo della signora Wishnow e si facesse un funerale al quale sarei dovuto andare. Sotto la protezione della polizia a cavallo, sarei scappato quella notte stessa da tutti coloro che m’inseguivano e da tutti coloro che mi odiavano e volevano ammazzarmi. Sarei scappato da tutto quello che avevo fatto e da tutto quello che non avevo fatto, e avrei ricominciato da capo come un ragazzo che nessuno conosceva.

Some said Philip Roth is the new messiah of modern writers. Philip Roth is overrated, said others.

So I read a couple of Roth's books, Exit Ghost and Everyman. With only those to go on, to me, Roth seemed like your typical aging curmudgeon. Nothing special, just an old man venting through literature his disgruntled annoyance at no longer being able to get an erection. I was ready to call it quits on him, but felt like maybe I should try one more.

So I read The Plot Against America. Boy, am I glad I did. What a joy!

Indeed, I enjoyed everything about this "what if", coming-of-age tale where horrors, both real and imagined, feed into and upon the novel's building tension. Horrors and the heart of a child. Childhood and the heart of a family. This is war vs. peace. The good, the bad and all that falls in between.

This is the story of a young Jewish boy growing up as American as can be in the New Jersey suburbs of the early 1940s. Germany is at war with the world. Hitler and his Nazis are at war with the Jews. President Roosevelt is campaigning for a 3rd term in office.

Then Roth throws a monkey wrench into the works, presenting an alternative universe where, instead of facing off with and defeating Wendell Willkie, FDR is confronted with and defeated by the intensely popular Charles Lindbergh. With their flyboy hero at America's helm, the isolationist Republicans as well as the Nazis themselves can use Lindbergh as a tool to meet their ends.

Aside from some fiddling with the Lindbergh baby history, that's about where the historical fiction ends. Lindbergh was an isolationist. He did occasionally let slip with an antisemitic remark. He did receive a medal from Goring on behalf of Hitler, and he did refuse to give it up. FDR did believe Charles Lindbergh to be a Nazi. Lindbergh's wife did privately wonder in her diary what the *bleeep!* her Swedish, Arian husband was thinking when he spouted anti Jewish nonsense.

There's so very much more that truly did happen, whether you believe it or not, which Roth includes in his novel, but I won't spoil the glorious tapestry that lavishly drapes the background of what is actually Philip Roth's childhood autobiography, at least a fictionalized recounting.

Much of The Plot Against America feels just like the movie Stand By Me. Boys being boys, having fun, experiencing life through youthful eyes, making mountains out of mole hills, and nearly getting buried beneath the true mountains. As a coming-of-age tale, you'll find few finer. Prior to reading this, I would've described Roth's work as Vonnegut-esque but without the humor. Here though, the humor - on occasions a bit dark - is in full throat and fine form. I love nothing more than connecting with human behavior via the stories of our interconnect childhoods. We were all young once and it is a pleasure to share that common ground. Roth shares his suburban American-Jewish upbringing at the height of Jewish persecution in the modern age and it is a joy to read.

Even though this alternate version of American history, written in 2003, is fiction, it eerily mirrors our situation of 2017, down to a foreign government having a say in who is America's president. What was not fiction, however, was what Philip Roth wrote in the postscript to his book. There I learned where the term "America First" came from: "...America First Committee founded at Yale Law School to oppose FDR's policies and promote American isolationism", I also learned how right wing Lindbergh was when he addressed 3,000 at Yale, advocating that America recognize "the new powers in Europe", i.e. Nazis. And also his wife who published her third book subtitled "A Confession of Faith" which immediately became the top nonfiction bestseller, despite it being coined as " the Bible of every American Nazi"
And last but not least : Henry Ford, who said, "I know who caused the war. The German-Jewish banker. I have the evidence here. Facts." FACTS!!!! This person who knew his "facts" also said, "I don't like to read books, they muss up my mind. History is more or less bunk".