The author at age 15. Photo courtesy Christian Picciolini
When I was 18 years old, I stood on stage in a cathedral in Germany, cries of "Heil Hitler!" punctuating the roar of thousands of European neo-Nazi skinheads who were also shouting the name of my band.
At that very moment, I was responsible for the electricity in the air, the adrenaline coursing through throbbing veins, the sweat pouring down shaved heads.
Absolute devotion to white power pulsated through...