The seed of artist Tom Duncan’s Hitler collection was planted when he was a small boy.
He remembers a family friend, a butcher, taking him and his brother into his shop, saying he was going to show them something.
When Duncan and I meet at his New York apartment over 60 years later, the artist recreates what happened next, presenting me—as the butcher had done with him so many years ago—with a small box with ‘Hitler’s Finger embossed on it, sliding it open to reveal a finger, nestling on dirty cotton wool.