“He suddenly realized he wanted to escape the Klan. But how? He was 22 years old, had no skills and no job, had $100 to his name, and was covered in white supremacist tattoos, and his criminal record was about to get longer. He’d hardly read any books except the Bible and the Kloran, the KKK’s secret handbook. He’d spent nearly every hour of his life dedicated to a vision of white supremacy that he wasn’t sure was so superior anymore … He had virtually no friends outside the movement. If he turned his back on his family and crew, they might try to kill him.” MoJo: Inside the Radical, Uncomfortable Movement to Reform White Supremacists. “What the f*ck am I doing with my fucking life? How are we the supreme race? We’re f*cking idiots.”