The Nazis Next Door
How I Discovered That White Nationalism Is Alive And Well In The Suburbs
6 min readOct 26, 2020
When I was in middle school, I made pocket money by babysitting for the two boys who lived across the street.
Their mother, Carina (not her real name), was petite and elvin, with a wasp waist, platinum blonde hair, and a plunging streak of cleavage no shirt could contain. Part Stevie…
