A brief glimpse from a bi-racial neo-Nazi white supremacist's mind

[Guest guest]

Hours later, Felton wakes up to nurses in blinding white uniforms

snipping off his clothes and a police officer photographing the

wounds in his neck. He sticks his middle finger up at the camera.

 

" Nothing personal, " he tells the cop.

 

" No problem, " the cop replies.

 

" It wasn't personal, " Felton later writes. " It rarely ever is. Cops

and convicts vis a vis each other really aren't persons at all.

Everything in prison is a symbol, even the guards and the prisoners

themselves. And if that emergency room were for me some kind of

weird, temporal purgatory with elements of both the exalted and the

infernal, angels and demons, then what I had done to get there,

though intended to take me out of this life altogether, may have been

some kind of blood offering. . . . Maybe to myself. My 'new' self.

With these revelations about my lineage I could certainly never go

back to what I had been. "

 

you can read the rest of the story at

 

http://www.boston.com/globe/magazine/2002/1103/coverstory.htm