I was a teenager when I heard about the Afro-Punk festival through a friend who was knowledgable about the Atlanta art scene, and I remember having a mental fixation with it that went nowhere. Reading this book feels like putting a name to a face.
The blurb by Ian McKaye says it all... I feel like I was there. The Nazi youth in small town SoCal alternate between uneasy ceasefires and wanton violence against the Black kids/people of color. It really put into perspective how fucking dangerous it is to be a kid.