The Nazi I know

At first, the Nazi I knew was German. I had only seen him in pictures out of history books, historical documentaries, and in museums. These monsters, Nazis, all carbon copies of one another, standing like statues in black and white photos.

The Nazi I know now is American. I see them in real life, in videos online, and at the holiday dinner table. Hate is their small talk, pseudo-intellectualism disguises their chosen ignorance, and submission to authority is the only thing that makes them feel safe. What I’ve learned, and what minority groups in America have long understood, is that nazi’s are not monsters. They are normal everyday people.

I’m starting this blog for a couple of reasons, but mainly to have somewhere to share what’s on my mind that isn’t a soul-sucking, rage-baiting app filled with useless AI. I also really like that this feels much more intentional, like if someone is reading this right now, you explored around enough to find it.

At first, I liked the endless feed of scroll-able content online. I joined TikTok in 2021, after resisting it for awhile. It was fun at first, and there is a lot of great information and content on there. These days, I find Tiktok and Instagram really draining. The quantity-over-quality nature of most social media sites has ruined what made them fun in the first place.