Yesterday, on radio news (why be coy? It was NPR, the station for minivan and minivan-curious road warriors), guests discussed ways that the alleged killer Wade M. Page was egged on by “hatecore” music.
White power hardcore is a powerful tool for recruiting, fundraising, and inculcating the touchy-feely community spirit that helps white power groups feel good about their hate thing. Wade M. Page played such music. He said the army made him racist.
As a child of the 90s whose idea of community spirit was forged in a mosh pit and whose journey to adulthood was signposted by riot grrls and post-punk distorters, I often forget that music can be a tool of hate, not love.
Though I suppose the white supremacists would say they are motivated by love: a love of whiteness.
Which saddens me. Profoundly.
Thank goodness I had the wherewithal to click on the NY Times Style section, where I can usually find some feminist articles. (They hardly ever get printed in the front section, dontchaknow.)
Some riot grrls are on trial in Moscow. They go by the name of Pussy Riot. They may have exercised their free speech rights in the wrong country.