When I was a teen, the KKK tried to set up shop in my town.
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When I was a teen, the KKK tried to set up shop in my town.
They demonstrated in full clown costume (white hood and robe) in the middle of town, with signs. They wrote down the license plate numbers of anyone driving by who yelled or flipped them off, because of course several of them were cops.
We walked down there after school, a big group of us teens (many of us punks, in full 1980s punk dress), and even one teacher. We started to argue with them, but at the suggestion of the teacher to be peaceful, we stood in a circle around them and held hands.
They couldn't deal with a group of kids. The one surrounded by my circle hit our hands with his sign to get free of us. Kids, hitting kids with a wooden sign post.
We found out where they lived, us punks. We started egging their houses on the regular. Including through the screens of their open windows. We harassed them whenever they made themselves visible. We didn't care that they were cops, the cops harassed us punks anyway.
Guess what they did? They turned tail and left town.
They thought themselves powerful, but the most basic of pushback sent them packing. Kids, kids chased them out of town. Mostly white kids. They thought it was a "safe" majority white town, they learned it wasn't.
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When I was a teen, the KKK tried to set up shop in my town.
They demonstrated in full clown costume (white hood and robe) in the middle of town, with signs. They wrote down the license plate numbers of anyone driving by who yelled or flipped them off, because of course several of them were cops.
We walked down there after school, a big group of us teens (many of us punks, in full 1980s punk dress), and even one teacher. We started to argue with them, but at the suggestion of the teacher to be peaceful, we stood in a circle around them and held hands.
They couldn't deal with a group of kids. The one surrounded by my circle hit our hands with his sign to get free of us. Kids, hitting kids with a wooden sign post.
We found out where they lived, us punks. We started egging their houses on the regular. Including through the screens of their open windows. We harassed them whenever they made themselves visible. We didn't care that they were cops, the cops harassed us punks anyway.
Guess what they did? They turned tail and left town.
They thought themselves powerful, but the most basic of pushback sent them packing. Kids, kids chased them out of town. Mostly white kids. They thought it was a "safe" majority white town, they learned it wasn't.
In the mid-eighties nazis held a demonstration in my hometown, Växjö in Sweden. They were chased off the streets and had to hide at the railway station, protected by the police @VeeRat.
There is a photo from then that almost every swede knows about: "The lady with the handbag." She was originally from Poland, and her mother had been in Majdanek.
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