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Memoirs Of An American Skinhead

The first-born son of Italian immigrants, Christian Picciolini felt fire in his heart from the time he was a young boy. But finding an avenue to prove himself proved difficult as he straddled the white-bread Chicago suburb Oak Forest, where he lived with his parents, and the hot-blooded Italian Blue Island neighborhood, where he spent his non-school hours with his grandparents. He was confident his time had come when his parents moved to Blue Island, and he became part of the cool High Street Boys. He excelled in sports, academics, neighborhood antics, and art. But something was missing.

Until he met Clark Martell, one of the first neo-Nazi skinheads in the United States. Everything about Martell spoke power and purpose to Picciolini. 

Certain he’d finally found a way to fulfill his destiny to make a major impact in the world, Picciolini threw himself into the nascent racist skinhead movement, mingling with members almost twice his age. From tattoos to weapons, brawls to drunken rallies, political aspirations to short-lived romances, Picciolini immersed himself in the racist skinhead culture.

In his memoir Romantic Violence, Picciolini shows the reader how a well-loved kid from a good family became a leader of the early American racist skinhead movement. He was the lead singer in the first white power band from the United States to play in Europe. He attended KKK rallies, was kicked out of five different high schools, and stockpiled weapons so, if necessary, he’d be ready to fight the United States government to protect the white race from annihilation.

By the time his skinhead involvement destroyed his first marriage at 22 years old, he had already realized the hollowness and rancor of the movement. But was it too late? And what price would Picciolini pay for the eight years he’d spent spewing racist venom and promoting violence against non-whites and non-racist skinheads?

In this book, Picciolini, now a music industry veteran with his own record label and artist management company, faces his past with brutal honesty in the hope that by exposing his own crimes, others may live in peace.