On the evening of January 11, 1943, Carlo Tresca left the office of Il Martello (The Hammer), the newspaper he had published in New York for twenty-five years, and started walking toward a nearby restaurant for a late supper. As he crossed the intersection of Fifth Avenue and 15th Street, a mafia hit man emerged from the shadows of the wartime dim-out and fired two shots, which killed him instantly. In homage to his slain friend, the former Marxian intellectual Max Eastman wrote: “For Poetry’s sake, for the sake of his name and memory, Carlo had to die a violent death. He had to die at the hand of a tyrant’s assassin. He had lived a violent life. He had loved danger. He had loved the fight. His last motion was to swing and confront the long-expected enemy. So let us say farewell to Carlo as we hear him say—as he surely would if the breath came back—‘Well, they got me at last!’ ”1
KeywordsDepression Europe Trench Nomad
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