Love disguised as a hatred.
Example 2:

44. Robert is considered to be one of the most dangerous “Grand Dragons” in USA. He is one of the few Klan-people who consistently refers to black people as “niggers”, but does that mean that he is full of hate? Let’s examine what is really in his heart. When he was a 19 year old boy and had served a five year prison term for the attempted murder of a brutal stepfather, he immediately met the first of his four wives, Nancy on the photo below. They were married, but were so poor that they had to share the violent step father’s one room shack. “Robert was wild”, Nancy say, but they were both drug addicts and practically all their friends were black. Both their sons were removed by Child Protective Services. Nancy never heard Robert utter a bad word about the blacks and she is completely against his Klan activities. “Today I get along with everybody” he said. Later on she only had black and Mexican boyfriends, and with her present Mexican boyfriend, she has now adopted the two sons she had lost.

45. It was not until his second marriage that Robert joined the Ku Klux Klan, as he felt like “straightenening out my life”, he gave up crimes and drugs…..and blacks. Here in the KKK he vented his anger and childhood pain through a similar activity in Jeff’s Klan group held that is the only group that held summons every week. everywhere in the country. During the many years he was a long distance truck driver and never saw his fatherless sons. As a driver he became more and more overweight, and suddenly at 41 years old his heart “burst”. After several surgeries the doctors told him that he was not allowed to work ever again, or he would die. I met him during his first recovery at the Klan’s headquarters, but as a dirt poor man on a disability allowance, is he after four failed marriages, now living with the equally poor Nancy, where “I sleep on this couch, while my elks-wife is screwing her Mexican boyfriend in the next room”, he said.

46. As his most important clan-phrase is “I stand up for my race” I am teasing him about how he is living with a Mexican.
The Klan of today reminds me of the Danish Peoples Party (in my native Denmark) in primarily being against immigrants, especially Mexicans. As most Klan members he enjoys my mocking because they don’t really believe in their own empty phrases. If you treat a Klan person with humor, you have got a friend for life. He also admits that this “ Mexican wetback has been a better stepfather for my sons than I could have been a father", which in fact doesn’t say much considering that the oldest son Thomas is in prison for bombing a house, while the younger son Justin (on the photo above) was recently released from prison for robberies and breaking and entering, with his black friends. “He was supposed to stay in prison much longer” Robert explains about his mentally slow son. As poor whites they live “on the wrong side of the tracks” in Lexington, North Carolina, therefore Justin was the only white kid in an all black school. The son of the Klan man has actually never had a single white friend. Most people stay later in life in touch with their old school friends and since typical Klan people have gone to schools up to 95% black, to my surprise I found that they end up later in life with far for black friends than most whites. For most so-called good whites in America do not have a single intimate black friend. Yet, rarely do Klansmen boast about this since the whole idea is to act like the "bad guys" to get our attention!

47. For the first time in his life, Justin now has a white father - the great returned Klan leader -  the man he had, admired and missed his entire life. Robert tells him stories about his “formidable battles” as a cross-knight, and Justin fantasize about becoming a great Klan-man and surpass his father in “nigger-talk” and derogatory phrases, to a degree that it makes Robert uncomfortable, because he realizes that his naïve son actually takes the phrases serious. Wisely Robert then advises his son to wait a few years to join the Klan, also because Justin walks around bragging about his Klan-father and practice his “nigger-talk” among his friends, and since they are all black, Justin becomes increasingly friendless.

48. Robert himself is also trapped in a waiting position, as he has to get through a heart-and bypass surgery in order to preserve life, and since Nancy is always sitting waiting for her unfaithful Mexican boyfriend “who only took you and your 600 pounds, so he could get his green card”, they laugh, the three of them, for the first time in their lives, found a way to establish a real family life, after drugs, prison, Klan activities and broken families have separated them for so many years. In this new state of happiness, Nancy has actually lost 400 pounds and can now sit on the red couch, she lovingly and proudly replies. They cannot afford to buy kerosene for the stove on the floor, but in winter they keep warm in their overcoats and in the love that now floats between them - most often expressed in teasing about Nancy’s sex life with the Mexican, whom Robert grudgingly admits that he love.
The Klan people always make me think of the phrase “Blessed are the meek”.
None of these three people have ever heard the word “Denmark”

49. One cannot be with Robert for long without sensing the love hidden beneath this abused introverted hateful tattoos. I have rarely experienced it as powerful as when he during a multi-days drinking orgy at the Klan’s headquarters in Indiana, he asked me if he could get a ride with me down to Louisiana. I was surprised, since he lived in North Caroline and couldn’t even afford a bus ticket back home. Out of earshot’s from the other Klan members, he told me then that since hurricane Katrina had destroyed thousands of homes in Louisiana, he was so moved that he borrowed money from friends for a bus ticket. For two months he had helped the blacks rebuild their homes, cut fallen trees etc. Now he wanted to get back down there to retrieve his belongings e.g. his clan costume, so he could show it to his son. Despite the doctors warnings that Robert would die if he ever did physical work again, the Klan man had risked his life to help save the blacks.       
This is truly love disguised as hate!

50. When I experience the hatred towards the Ku Klux Klan - rather than empathy and understanding - which school kids in Denmark get indoctrinated with by their teachers and the medias, I often doubt my own healthy judgment, when I am at a distance from the Klan.

Therefore, I always invite healthy “neutral” people to join me on my trips, so that I can “borrow” from their observations. This is what the racism researcher Melanie Schikore, on the photo, wrote about her meeting with the Klan man that in all books about the KKK is described as one of the worst in USA, Robert…

“My maternal instinct really wanted to just hug and hold and console him, like his own mother probably never did, because she was with a man who was so cruel to him. I found him candid about his past, logical, caring and just having found himself in a bad situation and reacting the way so many of us would do, if we just couldn’t handle the abuse anymore, for having committed a violent crime and having served jail time for that crime, he seemed to see the full picture. His stepfather saying he was sorry, before he died, must have given him some kind of validation”.

51. I saw him as victimized by a system that looks at a single act, instead of the whole picture. I saw him as one of the too many kids in USA who falls through the cracks until it is too late. How many adults might have been able to help him solve his problems in a socially acceptable and non-violent way…? His mom, his teacher, a neighbor? yet no one came through for him. I felt he was basically god, as we all are, but found himself in a bad situation. This same man went down to Louisiana to help black people out after the hurricane. How many people would do that? I felt he had a good heart…"

And finally:

Therefore "OUR" racism is more

dangerous that that of the Ku Klux Klan