Life After Hate
It starts as acceptance for someone who has felt alone and has never felt part of something greater than themselves. Someone who’s never felt a part of their family, their school community, society at large, well this is a person at their most vulnerable. And there are a great many individuals out there that feel this way right now as you are reading this. Acceptance into a group, no matter how hateful or backwards their ideologies may seem, is still being accepted. And if it’s for the first time, the euphoria is as powerful as any drug and ten times more addictive.
The Minutes of Our Last Meeting – “Stormfront White Nationalist Community Summit”
"Attendance is a little lighter than normal this year because of Yom Kippur. Some days are just better than others for vandalizing synagogues."
White Supremacy is Terrorism...
As I read the news of the riots in Charlottesville on Saturday, my overriding thought was to keep my emotions in check.
The stomach tightens and sinks.
The heart and lungs follow.
It’s a confounding reaction to a receipt of affection.
It’s familiar, and, therefore, oddly comforting.
But familiarity can be a curse.
A cursed reminder of what once went wrong when you were just trying to do things right this time.
This time it’ll be different, you say.
Why? You’re different, but what are you doing differently?