Found out today that someone I used to know pretty well has started collecting…well, they’re calling it “World War II memorabilia.” But I think we all know what we’re talking about here: Nazi shit. Shit with swastikas on it, death certificates from The Camps.
I don’t mind saying that Nazi shit scares the hell out of me. After all, I’m married to a black man who’s over six-feet-tall. Michael Moore says people think that’s the single scariest kind of person to be. And you know, more and more states are legalizing the murder of black people as long as they’re scary. It’s all part of the same mindset, as far as I’m concerned. But I digress.
Honestly, this person has always been totally racist and in private, unapologetic about it. But this rises to a whole new level of…I mean, it’s a psychopathy, right? There has to be something wrong with anyone who can get into that mindset or think it’s something to celebrate, right?
Or is there a non-fucked up reason for a blue collar, non-scholarly person to collect Nazi “memorabilia?” “Memorabilia” is a word for objects that help us fondly remember things from the past. So “Nazi-memorabilia” is really only for crazy people, isn’t it?
Even among the unapologetically racist, Nazi shit is considered at least taboo. There are tons of racists who don’t admit to being racists, and would be embarrassed to have a swastika in their home–not that they’d ever let a minority in to see it. You know, unless their pool needed cleaning or whatever…
I am just horrified.Tags: !, horror, wednes past