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It is wartime and John Ridgeforth has been smuggled, his mission deadly secret, into a country which he thought he knew, thought he loved. It is a country where public lynchings are condoned, where concentration camps are rife, where neighbour spies on neighbour, and lovers are dangerous enemies, where Jews, Blacks, Communists are branded with the letter K. A country where K stands for kike, and for the Ku Klux Klan. K carries us into a nightmare world which is also uncannily close to truth and our worst fears, most haunting dreads. We have seen fanaticism, now we see what could so easily have been all our yesterdays.