Category Archives: Hate

HOPE.

“Hope is that thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops…at all.” ~Emily Dickinson.

What brings you hope?

Seer Outfitters and the Kyle Korver Foundation (KKF) bring hope to inner city children one city at a time. Submit your Hipstamatic images of what hope means to you for a chance to have your image printed as a special edition Seer Outfitters t-shirt! Join Hipstamatic in Chicago on January 29th, 2012 to launch their new HOPE contest with partners Seer Outfitters and Black Label Booking. We’ll be rocking out at the Double Door with music by Barcelona, The Canes, and March of Morn! Doors are at 6:30 to the public with all proceeds benefiting three local charities, including my own, Life After Hate. Seer Outfitters is a clothing line created and co-founded by Kyle Korver of the Chicago Bulls (#26) with the purpose of wholly funding the ongoing efforts of the Kyle Korver Foundation and creating a model of sustainable philanthropy. By directing its profits through the Kyle Korver Foundation, Seer Outfitters has built and installed over 100 wheelchair ramps in Utah, rehabbed and brought much needed assistance to schools on the watch list to be shut down in Chicago, and set up an athletic and academic support program in inner-city Philadelphia.

Get your tickets now for the January 29th event and help support Life After Hate!

Paint Your Own Oceans

I recently had the pleasure to write the editorial piece for Life After Hate, a monthly online literary magazine dedicated to diversity and basic human goodness that I co-founded with my friend Arno Michaels. I urge everyone to read the various pieces written on the site. They are thought-provoking, compelling and honest. All written by wonderful people who have travelled tough roads. Here is the piece I wrote for issue #18 (June 2011). Enjoy.

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lifeafterhateWow, here we are. Issue 18. I’m truly amazed at how far we’ve come in such a very short time. Against all odds and, for many of us, completely against a course that we once believed we were destined to tread many years ago.

Here we are.

In November of 2009, my old friend and former comrade-in-arms Arno Michaels reached out to me and asked me to get involved with a “little project” he’d been envisioning called Life After Hate. At that time I had just finished the draft of my memoir, Romantic Violence: Memoirs Of An American Skinhead, and subsequently caught the bug to write. I didn’t necessarily enjoy writing at the time, but it proved to be a therapeutic and soul-cleansing undertaking for me. The act of recalling deeply buried information and writing from a time and place I had abandoned many years prior was dangerous, as much as it was helpful. In short, it hurt—but it hurt in a good way.

Arno explained his vision to me: provide a platform for people to tell their stories and promote the notion of “basic human goodness.” Of course, the idea was compelling to me; so I happily agreed to contribute what I could and help spread the word about LAH. Arno went on to suggest that we start by gathering people similar to ourselves—people who had formerly led lives of hate, despair, and abuse, and invite them to tell their story. Through collective soul-bearing exercises, perhaps there would be an opportunity to learn from each other, share our own personal lessons and experiences with others facing similar struggles and, most importantly at the time, try and heal some of the wounds we’d created from years of selfishness and hate. I am so lucky and so proud that Arno sent me that email and asked me to help him launch that first issue. I am extremely proud of the work you’ve all done and thank all of you who have contributed your undying support, your precious time, and your wonderful and heartfelt stories to make Life After Hate an example of compassion and acceptance.

Life After Hate has touched so many lives and brought so many wonderfully diverse people together, and I truly believe we are doing something to help make the world a place of kindness and offering a platform to promote the truth of basic human goodness. It was a pioneering idea back in November 2009, and it’s so inspiring to me to see the trails we have blazed since then.

I would like to offer an anecdote to close this piece. It’s a personal story that has helped uplift me in the past, and I recall this experience quite often when I’m feeling down or having difficulty trying to navigate life.

I was about 21 years old and had recently left the skinhead movement. I was married, with two small kids. I was working a grueling job that I knew I was better than, but was lucky to have. I was broke and the most important people in my life, my wife and two very young children, depended on me. Life in general was a bit desperate and I was feeling overwhelmed. One particular afternoon, during a blustery winter on the South side of Chicago, I was taking out the garbage full of dirty diapers. As I walked across my condo parking lot to the community dumpsters, I noticed an odd old man sitting in the snow-covered, open parking lot of the flea market that was behind our building. Just a little old man, on a chair, sitting in a huge open lot, on a day that was cold as hell and snowing. This man intrigued me, so I approached him. As I trudged through the snow and got closer to him, I noticed he actually had an artist’s easel in front of him and he appeared to be painting something. The closer I got, I began to realize that this old man was painting a beautiful acrylic seascape with a sandy beach and big waves and seagulls and a great big blue sky. By this time he noticed I was there and he turned and greeted me. I was so bewildered (and compelled) by this man, who was sitting in a foot of snow, effortlessly painting away a tranquil summer scene in this miserable cold, that I scoffed and rudely asked why he was looking off into the grey, frozen, bleak parking lot and painting what looked like paradise. He turned to me and in a matter-of-fact voice simply said, “Young man, sometimes you have to paint your own oceans.”

True story. Life After Hate is all of us “painting our own oceans.”

Our new author this month has exemplified the idea of basic human goodness from her homeland of Rwanda all the way to Wisconsin. Ornella Umubyeyi is a preacher, public motivational speaker, a spiritual/life counsellor, a human rights activist, a Christian, a photographer, a poet, a writer, a leadership mentor and trainer, and a filmmaker while still being a college student. She’s the author of  Life beyond Sight: Existing not Living, a book revealing how her relationship with God enabled a vital healing process. In I Have Learned, Ornella chronicles wisdom gathered from across the globe under the bleakest circumstances. We are truly honored to welcome this brilliant thinker to the LAH family!

Also in Issue 18: Arno and Callen Harty collaborate to capture the wonderful expression of Proud Theatre, Rockin’ the Rotunda in writing and photography. Callen and his guy Brian Wild have recently celebrated their 20th anniversary of love and togetherness, feelings clearly reflected as they lead brave LGBT youth and their straight allies to paint their own oceans on the Proud Theatre stage. Callen also reminds us why it’s important to be considerate of grievous historical wounds that have yet to be properly cared for inStrange Fruit. Lynching is a horrific shame on our country that cannot be taken lightly.

Brilliance abounds as Zek J Evets drops lethal science and logic on our misguided brothers and sisters who are desperately clinging to the construct of race and all the damage it has done. Ain’t Nothin’ But A Thang: Deconstructing Black Crime Stats For Racists soundly schools the bigoted and prejudiced, while extending an invitation to return to our great human family to all who have foolishly forsaken it.

Following a lead that began in the comment thread of a Queerty post covering the Wisconsin Gazette article on Arno Michaels, Carlford Wadley uncovers the strange and tragic phenomenon of gay Neo-Nazis in A Brief Chronicle of Nicky Crane. As conflicted as such a person may seem, Carl explains how it actually makes sense for the self-loathing of being closeted to result in violence and hatred.

Fortunately the solution of love and inclusion is beautifully plain.

Thanks to everyone who has written, illustrated, photographed, created, read, shared, and talked to make Life After Hate happen! Much love and respect to you all.

—Christian Picciolini

Co-Founder – Life After Hate

A Battle of Regret Against An Army of Ignorance

LifeAfterHate.orgThe last few weeks have been a whirlwind of unexpected happenings and, overall, pretty overwhelming for me. I finished my book, self-published a test run of said book, got some amazing feedback, scored a pretty rockin’ literary agent/manager who really believes in my writing, am in the process of finalizing several record, booking and publishing deals for a few of my bands, have bands finishing up tracks in the studio that will be shopped to other labels, and am wrapping up some initial tour plans for the year. I’m fully ready for the challenge. It’s time.

Ever feel like you’ve been treading through thick mud with your head barely above the muck? Sometimes it feels that way in my business. Sometimes nothing happens. Sometimes it all happens at once. That’s just how it is. Luck of the fucking draw in a sea of empty promises. But somehow I feel like the time has come to march on. The pieces of the puzzle are starting to fill in where before there was no hope. This is exactly why I do what I do. It’s a thrill. It’s a gamble that often times doesn’t pay off. But when you start to make dreams come true, whether it is a much-wished for tour being landed, or a record deal with a great European label, that’s where my rewards lie. My reward rests in the fact that I am helping my friends’ dreams come true.

I’m writing this while I’m tired, so forgive the non-linear banality of this post. On a lighter note, I have been asked to participate in an online e-periodical called LifeAfterHate.org (launching January 2010). It is being administered by a very old friend of mine, Arno Michaels. I am really looking forward to contributing to this and opening the broad discussion that will no doubt ensue. I was telling Arno today how ironic it was that for most of my life I felt like I was fighting an uphill battle to save the world from evil, when in reality I was the evil in the world. Now, again, I feel like I am fighting a very similar battle.

My ultimate goal when I began writing my memoir was not to even publish a book. I fought hard to try and remember every detail purely as therapy for my soul. Let me tell you, it was a near fucking impossible task. Most things were difficult to bring back into memory and some things were so suppressed that I literally found myself gasping for breath and crying as I started to recall them. But the more I wrote, the more I felt like people needed to read it. Maybe some kid could be saved, or some parent educated. Who knows? But I’ve come to the conclusion that this book needs to be out there. The story needs to be told. And I am glad that LifeAfterHate.org is going to allow me to tell it and share my experiences. It’s an awesome idea and I’m humbled to be able to be a part of it. Thank you, Arno.

As a human race, we have a battle ahead of us, and it’s going to be harder and rougher than any one I faced while in the “movement.” This is going to be a battle of regret, against an army of ignorance. Our only weapon, truth.