I Was a Black Nazi Skinhead |
Narratively
2018-11-12
Story by Leo Oladimu [Leo Felton], as told to Shawna Kenney
Illustration by Ben Passmore
When I went to prison I was black. By the time I got out 11 years later I was crazy, fascist and white.
A framed photo of American fascist Francis Parker Yockey glared down at me from a wall in my two-room studio in Boston’s North End. Next to me was a 50-pound bag of ammonium nitrate and other materials that I planned to make into package bombs and hand deliver to the offices of a short list of organizations I felt were at war with my culture.
Below me was the naked, athletic body of my 21-year-old comrade in arms. We’d just had sex, and I was as consumed by the tattoo covering her back as I was with the girl herself. Four black hatchets, bound together at the handles, formed the most beautifully rendered swastika I’d ever seen.
I hadn’t told her I was black. In a few months, though, she would learn my secret — along with the rest of the world — and I would begin my trip out of the most batshit-crazy ideological corner anyone has ever painted themselves into…
 Leo Oladimu in prison. (2014-04-18) |
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