“And so I ask you all,” he shouts into the microphone, “to embrace the Germans not as our enemies, but as our brothers! They, like us, have suffered for too long the scourge of Jewry in their society—those tumid Shylocks out to rob the helpless and the poor, sticking their long snouts into everybody’s trough except their own. They are a putrescent boil on the face of decency—a boil that must be lanced for the good of all!”

Huge cheers from the crowd. There must be at least four hundred of them, all crammed into this hall down in Maidstone. The Leader is away, so he is speaking instead. The honor! To speak in place of the Leader! His Eileen was so proud.

“In Germany, that process has begun. Their brave Führer is smashing the menace of Jewry, and has shown us the way forward. Smash up their shops! Smash up their homes! Send them anywhere, anywhere but back here! It is time for us to take our lead from the strong German people, and declare ourselves to be what we are: strong too, and above all, pure. The poison coursing through the Jews’ filthy veins shall not taint our blood. No! They are a subspecies, and their presence among us brings us down to their level. We are better than that! Far, far better!”

More cheers. He looks down at the front rows, which are reserved for the local hierarchy. Fine men, one and all, wearing their black shirts emblazoned with the party’s lightning flash. He is dressed the same, except for the black boots he bought last week, which add an extra dimension of authority.

“Let there be no doubt in your minds that the British people are a great people, who will soon realize that ours is the only way forward. Imagine a Europe without borders, a Europe that need never fight itself again, for the Great War was in fact a civil war, brother against brother. And now imagine Africa as the Empire, serving Europe with its raw materials. Imagine the streets clean of Jews and Communists, all packed off to Russia where they belong. Wouldn’t that be paradise, gentlemen? Wouldn’t that be a place fit for heroes, a Europe fit for our sons? I tell you now that such a paradise is getting ever nearer, cleansed of scum and troglodytes, a paradise where purity and strength are our watchwords. Let us rid ourselves of the dangers of international finance and the tyranny of Marxism. There is another way, and it is a right way, and it is our way! It is a glorious path to freedom and dignity….”