A student raises his hand.
“I’m sorry,” he says, “there is this word you keep repeating, and I have no idea what it is. It starts with an “f”.”
“Yes,” other students agree. “You keep saying it but we don’t get it!”
After a protracted struggle, I discover that the word they don’t get is “fascism.”
“Does anybody know what it is?” I ask.
Students stare.
“Or at least what area of life it belongs to?” I inquire, hoping against all hope to hear the word “politics”.
Students stare.
“Is it a flower? A book? A person?” I continue.
Students stare.
This will be a long semester.

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