I'm one of the few (maybe the only) people who aren't trolling about Nazism. I am currently in a White-supremest group that's in rising power known as the WAN. It's rising and you will hear about within the decade. It started in 7th grade after never having any friends and always being bullied. A guy--let's call him "G"-- began talking to me on the bus rides home. He was only in 8th grade, and wasn't your typical rebellious kid. He was very even tempered, nice and friendly, even humble. He didn't act like a gangster, but I could see something boiling in him. This one day, we were talking to each other. We started to swap jokes. When it got to Racist jokes I could see him not just laughing but actually agreeing with me. G's face went serious. I had never seen this. G's lip twitched. I had never seen this. It was the first time I had ever seen my first friend be serious about anything. So, I'm not a bitch so I ask him, "Do you really think this?" "Yeah" " hahahahahhah" "I'm not kidding" "I don't think the oppression of somebody is a good idea" "It's needed, where would we be had we never fought every other race? If all there was was white people because we killed everyone else, the way we would look back at ourselves would be that they were just a bunch of people who wanted the best for the world. Like what Spock said,'The suffering of the many, outweighs the suffering of the few. " "Well then how can I help?" Over the next months I learned the ins and outs of being a Neo-Nazi. While he still wasn't a true WAN member his older brother was. I began speaking to his older brother not long after. I was then introduced to all of the members of the neo-nazi group. All of a sudden I was around people that liked me. Enjoyed my intelligence. Understood me. I was one of them. They were many of me's. For these first months, I didn't believe what they said. I just agreed to fit in. I had never had any friends before. I was approaching 8th grade as summer grew to an end. But, then it hit me. The blacks were inferior, we couldn't breed with them. It wasn't just physical intelligence, but it was their culture. There was a study done where they took the iq's of children and adults to see how it changed over the years in the UK. What they found was that typically children of the ages 13-15 were the lowest. It was theorized that this was because of the lack of good influence by their culture. The niggers don't have a good culture. It's not their fault, but is it the fault of someone who puts a gun to your head and asks for money because they need some quick? Look at niggers' culture. It's about ego. Pointless childish power plays. Getting rich because of the name their mom gave them. The need for the extermination of the niggers is obvious. I liked all the people I was around. There was no-one older than 30 , and I usually only talked to them when I wanted advice and encouragement. I can't remember how many people there were but I'd estimate it at about twenty total members. We liked to hangout at each other's houses. It was kind of funny having my parents over to my Neo-nazi friends' houses. They had no idea what I was doing. They had no notion. They saw their little son finding friends and being happy. I had good grades too. I almost made top student of the year in 8th grade. I was now 15. It was freshman year. All of a sudden I was a high-schooler. I was cool now. People liked me. I wasn't just what was in. I was me. Most kids didn't know about my thoughts about nigger and beaners. It was just my little circle of friends that took me in before I knew social skills. Before I was cool. Before people liked me. It was like being in a secret society. I for some reason knew about this secret world that nobody else did. I had this thing that everyone wanted but couldn't get. We weren't just telling jokes. I was being trained in hand to hand combat. Armed combat. How to improvise. Deception. Etiquette. You name it I was learning it. They learned from me too. I was teaching some of them the ins and outs of hacking into computers. I was showing them how to set up websites. I had learned so much from them. They had put so much effort into me. And it was about time I started helping the Klan. G asks me one day, "You ever think about getting into moonshine?" "No, but Hell yes I'm gunnin' for it" "I have thirty gallons of this crap to sell could you help me move it" "Hell, yes." Running moonshine was one of my favorite times of my life so far. The people I was selling too were almost always friendly and nice. This one guy let me shut his AK-47. This other guy offered to sell me one. I didn't have the money so I couldn't say yes. AK-47 is a great tool for nigger cleansing. I didn't ever sip any of the moonshine. Me and G would usually get drunk off of some yummy fucking vodka. I remember walking miles to go to some remote area. Probably selling moonshine to someone like "Bunker Bob". And then walking all the way back with all the money I had made. But up to this point, I only disliked niggers. I had no hate for them. Up until my first girlfriend was raped. She was walking home and some beaners started approaching her. They told her some dirty half-nigger things. I knew her, and she would just ignore them and walk. I knew she would tune them out so much she wouldn't even pull her cell-phone out and call me. They continued to talk. They said the meanest things to her but she was just so even tempered. Eventually she was near the half-niggers' house-- --God damn why didn't she pull out her cell phone. The dirty half-niggers were put into jail before I could get to them. And you know to HELL I am going to kill them when they get out. So that's my story of nigger hate, white-supremacy, and even love. I hope I have made a small impact on someone somewhere. Negative or positive. But at least you read this far so you could hear my story. Peace.