skinheadz
2008-04-28 14:13:46 UTC
FINDING MY PLACE IN THE STRUGGLE
Eliot Hillis
Growing up in an Hispanic-Negro neighborhood and going to Negro schools
shaped my disposition, in a negative way. From a very early age, it had
been obvious how split the races were. However, I tried not to be bothered by
those who were "different," except that I couldn't stand the profanity used by
the Negroes and the disrespect they showed toward the teachers. Being alone,
cut off from my own blood, prompted me to search for identity and support,
outside my own surroundings. I found it in the concept of purity and pride,
which formed my opinions on how to solve the problems facing my nation.
So, I became a Skinhead.
I had been a Skin for about a year-and-a-half, when, during my sophomore-year
in high-school, a riot broke out between the "niggers" and the "rednecks." The
Negroes instigated it, but the Americans won. I hadn't had any real ties to the
"rednecks," up until then, but the showing of pride and strength by those of
American-descent, as opposed to African-descent, impressed me and I
wanted to be part of it. In fact, such a display of unity and power convinced
me that my emerging feelings about pride in my blood had been not only
correct but justified. So, I reached out to the "rednecks," but, to my surprise,
they spurned me.
The "rednecks" weren't inclined to fight for change or, even, to assert
their authority as rulers, just to drive their big trucks and murmur about
how they "hate niggers," so I had to strike out, on my own. I tried to build
associations with those of like-mind. We didn't even have a name, just a
code-of-ethics and desire to make change, but so many distractions seemed
to, sadly, get in the way. Then, the very day I graduated, I moved out
of my parents' place and got my own apartment. I vowed to make it a haven
for Skinheads, a focal-point to build loyalty for my cause. Almost instantly,
I was rewarded with success.
I began to hold weekly gatherings, instructing others in the Skinhead way-of-life
and shaving in new recruits. I would honor these willing, new right-hands
with all due praise, for we finally had a name for ourselves. Skinheads.
Although our numbers were small, we took on some potent tasks, all the
while taking care to avoid retribution from Hispanic-Negro gangs or the police.
We disrupted the drug-traffic, by intercepting drug-customers and recruiting
them toward the white-side. But, then, the law cracked down on me. I had
turned up in the wrong place, at the wrong time. So, I took off and spent the
next eight months on the run.
Eventually, the charges were dropped, so I could come back home, but, alas,
my "old soldiers" had fallen away. They had no more time for lessons or
talks, seeking only to partake in drinking, drugs and illicit-sex. I had been home
for ten months and had several run-ins with Negroes and "wiggers," but I kept
trying to get a foothold, in my uphill-battle. Then, I found the Skinhead
website. I read it fervently, took part in the forum and marveled at how
everyone seemed so informed. I picked up on the pride and sincerity, which
was shown with care and knowledge that I had not experienced before. I was
filled, once again, with pride.
Here was the real thing. Authentic Skinheads with a genuine purpose. After
reading for three straight days, I joined. I felt comfortable, for the first time,
being with those I could relate to, share information with and contribute to. I am,
finally, with those who I can trust and follow. In renewing my spirit, I vow
allegiance to my brothers and to our cause and pledge my loyalty, until death.
I have grown a lot, in the past few days, embracing my heritage and securing
my future. I thank my fellow-Skinheads for their support and for setting such
a good example, for those of us still growing and learning about ourselves
and our place in the struggle.
http://www.skinheadz.com/docs/ideology/2008/042801.html
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© 2008 Skinheadz
Eliot Hillis
Growing up in an Hispanic-Negro neighborhood and going to Negro schools
shaped my disposition, in a negative way. From a very early age, it had
been obvious how split the races were. However, I tried not to be bothered by
those who were "different," except that I couldn't stand the profanity used by
the Negroes and the disrespect they showed toward the teachers. Being alone,
cut off from my own blood, prompted me to search for identity and support,
outside my own surroundings. I found it in the concept of purity and pride,
which formed my opinions on how to solve the problems facing my nation.
So, I became a Skinhead.
I had been a Skin for about a year-and-a-half, when, during my sophomore-year
in high-school, a riot broke out between the "niggers" and the "rednecks." The
Negroes instigated it, but the Americans won. I hadn't had any real ties to the
"rednecks," up until then, but the showing of pride and strength by those of
American-descent, as opposed to African-descent, impressed me and I
wanted to be part of it. In fact, such a display of unity and power convinced
me that my emerging feelings about pride in my blood had been not only
correct but justified. So, I reached out to the "rednecks," but, to my surprise,
they spurned me.
The "rednecks" weren't inclined to fight for change or, even, to assert
their authority as rulers, just to drive their big trucks and murmur about
how they "hate niggers," so I had to strike out, on my own. I tried to build
associations with those of like-mind. We didn't even have a name, just a
code-of-ethics and desire to make change, but so many distractions seemed
to, sadly, get in the way. Then, the very day I graduated, I moved out
of my parents' place and got my own apartment. I vowed to make it a haven
for Skinheads, a focal-point to build loyalty for my cause. Almost instantly,
I was rewarded with success.
I began to hold weekly gatherings, instructing others in the Skinhead way-of-life
and shaving in new recruits. I would honor these willing, new right-hands
with all due praise, for we finally had a name for ourselves. Skinheads.
Although our numbers were small, we took on some potent tasks, all the
while taking care to avoid retribution from Hispanic-Negro gangs or the police.
We disrupted the drug-traffic, by intercepting drug-customers and recruiting
them toward the white-side. But, then, the law cracked down on me. I had
turned up in the wrong place, at the wrong time. So, I took off and spent the
next eight months on the run.
Eventually, the charges were dropped, so I could come back home, but, alas,
my "old soldiers" had fallen away. They had no more time for lessons or
talks, seeking only to partake in drinking, drugs and illicit-sex. I had been home
for ten months and had several run-ins with Negroes and "wiggers," but I kept
trying to get a foothold, in my uphill-battle. Then, I found the Skinhead
website. I read it fervently, took part in the forum and marveled at how
everyone seemed so informed. I picked up on the pride and sincerity, which
was shown with care and knowledge that I had not experienced before. I was
filled, once again, with pride.
Here was the real thing. Authentic Skinheads with a genuine purpose. After
reading for three straight days, I joined. I felt comfortable, for the first time,
being with those I could relate to, share information with and contribute to. I am,
finally, with those who I can trust and follow. In renewing my spirit, I vow
allegiance to my brothers and to our cause and pledge my loyalty, until death.
I have grown a lot, in the past few days, embracing my heritage and securing
my future. I thank my fellow-Skinheads for their support and for setting such
a good example, for those of us still growing and learning about ourselves
and our place in the struggle.
http://www.skinheadz.com/docs/ideology/2008/042801.html
Skinheadz
Trademark/service of The Nationalist Movement
skinheadz.com
Not necessarily Skinheadz views
© 2008 Skinheadz