Just a reminder, as I listen on @BBCr4today to Ralph Fiennes talk about his production of Four Quartets - which I think should definitely *not* be cancelled - that TS Eliot wrote these lines, and it needs to be added into the conversation around our veneration of Eliot. 
One thing that really needs to be added is that Eliot wrote most of his greatest work between the wars, when the intellectual fashionability of anti-Semitism badly exacerbated the European neglect of concern for the growing plight of German Jews.
It wasn't just the poetry, btw:
Which raises an interesting question: normally with historical racism, people say, not unfairly, that you have to remember the context of the era they were living in. But in Eliot's case, that context arguably makes it *worse*.
And of course Eliot was best mates with Ezra Pound. Just to be clear we're not talking about *mild* anti-Semitism here: see below. I've kept in Pound's apology, which if you look closely, is more about his snobbishness - "suburban" - then genuine moral/intellectual regret.
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