Ex-Nazis tell their Storys

26.10.2013 Misc #Nazis

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Superinteressanter Thread auf Reddit, in dem ehemalige Nazi-Skins erzählen, wie und warum sie ausgestiegen sind: Ex- Neo-Nazi's and racist skin heads of Reddit what changed your mind? When and why did you leave?

Ich hatte selbst eine sehr, sehr kurze Zeit, in der ich sehr viel Nazi-Punk hörte und ein paar Leute aus der Szene kannte. Ich war 15, hatte meinen ersten Aushilfs-Job in einem Supermarkt und lernte dort jemanden kennen, der mit weißen Schnürsenkeln rumrannte und diese Mucke hörte. Der überspielte mir ein paar Tapes und ich hörte die eine Weile, vor allem auf dem Fahrradweg zur Arbeit und zurück. Screwdriver, die frühen Onkelz-Sachen, sowas. Ich kannte auch ein paar Jungs, die bei der Adlerfront aktiv waren. Ich hab' dann relativ schnell gemerkt, was da die eigentlichen Motive waren, ungefähr gleichzeitig begann ich mich halbwegs für Politik zu interessieren und überlegte, für welche Werte ich stehe. Dann hab' ich die Dead Kennedys entdeckt und mein kurzer, oberflächlicher Ausflug in die rechten Gefilde war Vergangenheit – war insgesamt vielleicht eine Sache von 3 Monaten, die meisten der Leute habe ich nie wieder gesehen und die Dead Kennedys höre ich heute noch.

Die Storys im Reddit-Thread sind allesamt hundertmal interessanter als meine, die hier bricht mir das Herz: „Be good.“

I was in a hardcore racist organisation from 15 to 20 years old. They recruited me off the schoolgrounds, I had been in brawl with some arab immigrants and felt strong resentment against them and the organisation really sounded like they made a difference, like they could stop them and others who would destroy the country. I shaved my head and started to wear the clothes. We used to vandalize immigrant "hotels" (places they live just when they came to the country) and stores. We would regularly get into large fights with immigrant and communist/socialist groups.

I really, really fucking hated those people. Everyday had something to do making their life difficult. Everyday something related to this "fight" happened. Such was life in the organisation. I was content with the hate.

I was sitting on the bus on my way home one day. I was listening to some good music in my headphones. It was a cloudless autumn day and everything was a healthy yellow and orange color and blue sky. At a stop a african man and a young boy, maybe 5-6 years, got on. The man was tall and had bad clothes, he looked like he did not have much. They sat in front of me. I immediately became annoyed and started to think about how I hated them, fucking immigrants coming to my country, he is poor and I pay taxes so he can get welfare. I thought about how his son is going to become a lousy shit and rape white women. I started to get mad and decided to beat him up, I was going to follow him when he got off the bus.

I saw him press the button and got ready at the next stop, and just before we stopped I was about to get up and the man turned to his son and said something in a heavy accent that I will never forget in my life.

"I love you my son, be good."

He then gave him a big, hard hug and the boy got off the bus alone. He waved good bye and sat back down, with his hands on his face. I just stared out the window where his son had been standing. My world view came crashing.

Ex- Neo-Nazi's and racist skin heads of Reddit what changed your mind? When and why did you leave? (via Jason Kottke)