I was born into a world where tradition meant everything. My old man always said that we had to protect what was ours, that the white race was something to be proud of and we couldn’t let anyone take that away. Growing up, I heard all the talk about how the country was going downhill, how things weren’t like they used to be, and I believed every word of it. I knew we had a duty to keep things in check, to protect the way of life that made this country great. When I joined the Klan, it felt like I was finally doing something that mattered. It was like joining a brotherhood, a group of men who believed the same thing I did—that we had to stand strong, to protect what we had. People who didn’t get it called us all sorts of names, but they didn’t understand. They weren’t willing to see the bigger picture. The Klan was all about keeping order, keeping the country from falling apart. And if people didn’t like that, well, that was their problem. Now, when it came to those two women—Lila and Mary—I don’t regret what happened. They weren’t just some harmless activists; they were spreading dangerous ideas. They were out there telling people that everyone should be equal, that people of all races should mix. They were trying to change everything, and I couldn’t just sit back and let that happen. They were a threat to the way we lived, to everything we stood for. So yeah, when the Klan made the move, I was right there with them. We had to stop them before they ruined everything. I remember that night like it was yesterday. There they were, walking down the street, thinking they were heroes or something. They were so proud of themselves, thinking they were making a difference. But what they didn’t understand was that they were working to tear down the walls that kept us safe. They wanted to destroy what we had, and we couldn’t let that happen. They had to be stopped. When the law came after us, I couldn’t believe it. The whole system was messed up. The government, the courts—they didn’t see things the way we did. They didn’t understand that we were just trying to protect what was right. They were too weak, too scared to do what needed to be done. They cared more about "rights" than about keeping the country strong. And honestly, I never felt bad about it. In my mind, we were doing the right thing. We were protecting our people, our way of life. Those women weren’t innocent; they were the ones attacking us. They wanted to change everything, and we stopped them before they could do any more damage. If that makes me a bad guy, then I guess I’ll wear that badge proudly, because I did what I thought was right.