A Monster’s Battle with Love and Hate

This is a true story:

Part I

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Babs loved his life of fear, terror and war. It puffed him up to look in the mirror at the signs of superiority that covered his body. Especially the hand with HATE engraved on the knuckles; the one that inflicted mutilation and mayhem on the enemy.

It was a thrill when people crossed the street as he came near, moved to another table in a restaurant or gave up a stool in a bar. Babs had power; he couldn’t lose…

Thanks to the “family.” They took him in when he was on the street with nowhere to go, no one to care. The members taught him how get by in a world where white people come first … always.

Bryon Widner the teen became Babs the skinhead gangster. Each tattoo is proof of his belief; every battle and beat-down enforced his dedication. His victims will never forget the terror, the pain, the agony at the hands of a cold hearted skinhead…

Who believed a shaved head, combat boots and beat-downs earned recognition and respect. He slashed faces with a straight edge razor to leave his mark, “I wanted to leave a gash that would make them remember me for the rest of their lives.”

The gang tagged him “Babs” because he would babble when drunk.

The gangster lived in Sidney, Ohio and pretended to be like everyone else. He worked construction and odd jobs to make money, yet his “real” job was to recruit goons for the gang. The Vinlanders Social Club had a reputation as the most violent skinhead group around; if you weren’t white they meant for you to be dead.

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The gang believes in the Viking religion of Odinism with a racist attitude: http://vkb.isvg.org/Wiki/Groups/Vinlanders_Social_Club

Babs, the enforcer, was their most lethal weapon, king in a life of blood. “We sent a clear message,” he admits, “cross a Vinlander and we WILL kill you.”

Sixteen years passed in hatred and violence, drugs and destruction. The bully was proud of his four years in jail, accusations of murder and other serious charges. Nothing would come of it, he bragged, victim intimidation works.

The enforcer didn’t realize the gang has no sensible code or message, only violence, until…

He met Julie.

May Your Glass Always Be Half Full

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Part II next time

 

 

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About Maxi

Hi … I'm Maxi, a retiree with an addiction. I have quit: raising kids, cleaning house, cooking, doing laundry—there is no end the list—everything is done on "have to." The addiction? Writing to my last breath. blessings ~ maxi
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