Carolina QuotesOther curious and rather ominous consequences of war are the increased anti-Semitism which one meets in all classes, particularly the common people, and the strong recrudescence of anti-negro passions in the South. The first is due to the age-old dislike of a monied, influential and pushing minority, coupled with a special grudge against the Jews as being chiefly instrumental, in public opinion, in getting America into the war
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Letter to Julian Huxley (1943), published in Letters of Aldous Huxley (1970), p. 486; also in Aldous Huxley: A Quest for Values (2017), n.p.
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