When I was 17, I was stopped outside a hotel party. There was only one way in and one way out and the cops had it blocked, checking for drinking. Well, in those days I wasn't much of a drinker. But when I pulled up to the police check with a very strong smell eminating from my car, another dude with a shaved head in the passenger side and 3 blonde chicks in back, the cop made a gesture to his shaved head, told me he knew what I was and I better get those aryan girls home. I was floored. Of course I thanked him and left (didn't feel like going to jail), but I often wonder how different that night might have been if I was anything but white.
It's like, I'm proud to be from the south because we do things our own way, we don't take crap from people, and , we help each other out. Seems like this culture is exclusive to the south. When I see a rebel flag, it makes me miss home, but it also raises my awareness of racism. It's like the one thing that identifies me, is shrouded in racism. (let's not forget our history, of course).
As for skinhead stuff, I love Norse mythology. But, growing up in the south made me conscious of what these symbols can stand for. Otherwise, I'd probably have a Mjölnir tat too.