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Journalist Seyward Darbys masterfully reported and incisive (Nell Irvin Painter) expos pulls back the curtain on modern racial and political extremism in America telling the eye-opening and unforgettable (Ibram X. Kendi) account of three women immersed in the white nationalist movement. After the election of Donald J. Trump, journalist Seyward Darby went looking for the women of the so-called alt-right -- really just white nationalism with a new label. The mainstream media depicted the alt-right as a bastion of angry white men, but was it? As women headlined resistance to the Trump administrations bigotry and sexism, most notably at the Womens Marches, Darby wanted to know why others were joining a movement espousing racism and anti-feminism. Who were these women, and what did their activism reveal about Americas past, present, and future? Darby researched dozens of women across the country before settling on three -- Corinna Olsen, Ayla Stewart, and Lana Lokteff. Each was born in 1979, and became a white nationalist in the post-9/11 era. Their respective stories of radicalization upend much of what we assume about women, politics, and political extremism. Corinna, a professional embalmer who was once a body builder, found community in white nationalism before it was the alt-right, while she was grieving the death of her brother and the end of hermarriage. For Corinna, hate was more than just personal animus -- it could also bring people together. Eventually, she decided to leave the movement and served as an informant for the FBI. Ayla, a devoutly Christian mother of six, underwent a personal transformation from self-professed feminist to far-right online personality. Her identification with the burgeoning tradwife movement reveals how white nationalism traffics in societys preferred, retrograde ways of seeing women. Lana, who runs a right-wing media company with her husband, enjoys greater fame and notoriety than many of her sisters in hate. Her work disseminating and monetizing far-right dogma is a testament to the power of disinformation. With acute psychological insight and eye-opening reporting, Darby steps inside the contemporary hate movement and draws connections to precursors like the Ku Klux Klan. Far more than mere helpmeets, women like Corinna, Ayla, and Lana have been sustaining features of white nationalism. Sisters in Hate shows how the work women do to normalize and propagate racist extremism has consequences well beyond the hate movement.

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There is no time for despair, no place for self-pity, no need for silence, no room for fear. We speak, we write, we do language. That is how civilizations heal.

Toni Morrison, The Nation

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

Samuel Beckett, Worstward Ho

The Fun-House Mirror

O nce a battlefield, ever a battlefieldso goes the story of this land. During the Civil War, the North and South fought fiercely in the Shenandoah Valley, clashing in places with quaint names like Toms Brook and New Market. In 1862, Stonewall Jackson advanced north through the region to threaten Washington, D.C., and the Confederacy held the Shenandoah with such a firm grip for so many months that it became known as the valley of humiliation for the Union. Then the tide turned, flooding southward. In 1864, the Union waged a scorched-earth campaign to destroy everything the Confederacy had built and sown.

The war became embedded in Virginias landscape. Poet Mary Mackey writes of bodies revivified in nature:

the Confederate boys made themselves

into grass

and the Yankee boys made themselves

into gravel roads

they made themselves into cold fronts

coming in from the north

and tornadoes

sweeping across from the west

and hurricanes blowing in

from the Gulf

and sycamores

and pines

and red dirt.

I visited Virginia in November 2016, on the cusp of winter, the time of year when the midday sun slants sharply against the Appalachian foothills and chilly air pricks the lungs. The news on the car radio felt just as piercing: Donald Trump had won the presidential election. Hillary Clinton had taken Virginia by five points, but the states electoral map, carved up into counties, showed far more red than blue. In the Shenandoah, people had voted overwhelmingly for Trump. On roadsides and in yards, MAGA signs stood alongside Confederate flags.

One of the flags was hugetwenty by thirty feet, strung up an eighty-foot poleand already infamous. A month after white supremacist Dylann Roof murdered nine black people in a South Carolina church in 2015, the flags owner bought advertising space in a Virginia newspaper. Because of all the trouble the democrats and black race are causing, I place this ad, the text read. No black people or democrats are allowed on my property until further notice.

My husband and I were in the Shenandoah for Thanksgiving, seeing family. When it was time to go, our last stop before snaking north of the Mason-Dixon was a gas station near the city of Harrisonburg. I went inside to get a bottle of water. At first, the only other customer was a black woman who had come in with two little girls; she was waiting while they used the bathroom. Then the stations glass door opened. I heard the sucking noise of its rubberized edges giving way and the weak ding of an automatic bell. A white woman stormed inside. Her hair was in a loose ponytail, and she wore a burgundy sweatshirt. She looked to be in her thirties, around my age. She began yelling at the black woman.

Dont you know how gas stations work? she demanded. Or are you just lazy and stupid? She was driving an SUV and needed to pump gas. Apparently, the black woman had parked her sedan next to the only available tank.

The white woman turned her ire on the two female cashiersalso whitebehind the stores counter, demanding to know why they didnt do something. She threatened to never buy gas there again. She said that she was a longtime customer; the station would lose her good business.

The encounter couldnt have lasted more than a minute. The white woman turned on her heel and shoved the door open. Sucking sound. Weak bell. And a parting insult.

Fucking nigger!

She said it without looking back.

The women behind the counter said nothing. The black womans face revealed only mild surpriseor maybe it was practiced defense. Just then, the little girls returned from the bathroom. Before she left the station, I asked the woman if she was all right. She couldve just asked me to move my car, she replied with a shrug.

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NINE MONTHS LATER and a short drive away, hundreds of demonstrators gathered after sundown on the campus of the University of Virginia. The tiki torches they carried glowed bright against their white skin and the inky night sky. The group kicked off their march with a collective yell that coursed through their winding formation of bodies: two by two, shoulder to shoulder, trooping forward.

The iconic images from August 11, 2017, the eve of the Unite the Right rally, show illuminated male facesgrimacing, grinning, threatening. Women were there too, but in fewer numbers than men. Amid chants of You will not replace us and One people, one nation, end immigration, some marchers broke ranks to scream at people recording or protesting the event. In one moment, captured in a shaky video that was later posted on the internet, a woman stepped out of line. She wore a loose-fitting white top and jeans, and her long blond hair gleamed. She stood facing a manicured lawn that stretched toward one of UVAs signature white colonnades.

You sound like a nigger! she shouted.

The target of her ire, presumably a critic of the march, wasnt visible on camera.

You sound like a nigger! the woman yelled again.

Five words that spoke to nearly four hundred years of accumulated racial privilege and contempt. The slur rang harshly, and like spoke volumes. Was the unseen person white? The womans sneering sentence sounded like an accusation of tribal treason. She seemed disgusted that someone would debase themselves instead of standing with their own kind.

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