There’s a good story in The Atlantic that I recommend you read. It’s about America’s favorite racist, Richard Spencer. It was written by Graeme Wood, who has an unusual perspective on Spencer, because Wood went to St. Mark’s with him. In fact, they were chemistry lab partners. It’s a long story, so here’s a taste:
“My upbringing did not really inform who I am,” Spencer said with a shrug. Then he reconsidered. “I think in a lot of ways I reacted against Dallas. It’s a class- and money-conscious place — whoever has the biggest car or the biggest house or the biggest fake boobs,” he told me. “There’s no actual community or high culture or sense of greatness, outside of having a McMansion.”
Then, after you read the story, I recommend that you go watch a few clips of Spencer getting punched to music.
