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I met a proper white supremacist in a bar in NY. He looked like the wrestler Stone Cold Steve Austin, but he bought me a few drinks and even got me into a club his brother worked the door for, so, what can I say? It wasn't as though we ended up talking about Auschwitz all night, and he didn't try to beat me up, fuck me, or convert me, either, so no really big deal. He was a really nice guy actually. His politics were fucked up but, so are 99% of people's when I think about. It's just that this guy had a tattoo advertising the fact, while most people keep their racism to whispered discussions at work or unspoken prejudices they're too scared to really confront.
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