That’s how Edward Conze defined it in 1934. By the time he wrote it Conze had been condemned by the Nazis, who saw to it that most copies of what he considered his masterwork were burned, and he’d fled Germany in search of sanctuary in England. He knew what he was talking about from direct experience.

Sadly, by Conze’s definition we already have a lot of fascism in this country, and I fear we’re in for a lot more.