Even as the Fascist leader, Mussolini never concealed his sympathy and admiration for Communism: he thought highly of Lenin's ‘brutal energy,' and saw nothing objectionable in Bolshevik massacres of hostages. He proudly claimed Italian Communism as his child. (Richard Pipes)

Even as the Fascist leader, Mussolini never concealed his sympathy and admiration for Communism: he thought highly of Lenin's ‘brutal energy,' and saw nothing objectionable in Bolshevik massacres of hostages. He proudly claimed Italian Communism as his child.

Richard Pipes

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