ABSTRACT
The author's interaction with Frank was difficult from the start. When the author requested names of women in his neo-Nazi group, Frank refused to provide them. Members of Frank's group had been implicated in a number of violent assaults. They trafficked in very raw images of violence. Frank's living room was the heart of his fledgling neo-Nazi empire. It was small and cramped. Couches and chairs were wedged in among the paraphernalia of running a cell of organized racism: a police scanner, a sizable collection of books and pamphlets by or about racist groups, a fax machine, two large TVs, two VCRs, a bookshelf of videos, mostly produced by racist groups or featuring racist activists on televised talk shows. Always in motion, Frank answered phone calls while taping an episode of one televised talk show, watching a videotape of another, and phoning a right-wing radio talk show to insist that Jews control the American media.
