My contemporaries were born to the generation who were kids during WW2. It was the defining event of their lives. They were subjected to a steady diet of anti-Axis Propaganda. After the war that propaganda became Official History, which meant by definition the Official History was a combination of half truths, convenient truths and outright lies and this was taught as real History in schools. In 1975, some wartime secrets were declassified and by '77 it was clear to many an adolescent that the curriculum which, had remained unchanged was another example of adult hypocrisy. Teenage outrage is impotent because they have no political influence. To express our anger, punk rock music, clothing and the oh so important "punk attitude" became our outlet. One of the ways to shock the grownups was adopting Nazi imagery. For us, the black uniforms, the Totenkopf, SS runes, other stuff like nazi eagles, iron crosses and especially the Swastika were cool because parents and teachers absolutely hated it. Nazi ideology wasn't even on our radar.
An infamous punk figure was Simon Paul Ritchie AKA Sid Vicious, he sometimes wore a Nazi flag t shirt. It was a custom shirt from his manager, the late douchebag Malcolm McLaren's clothing store "SEX". Of course every punk rocker kid wanted one but, at the time they weren't commercially available so, we used black markers to draw them on our clothes. Personally, due to fact that mother was a narcissistic psychopath for whom her public standing as a proper lady, was the most important thing and if that meant embarrassing her kid in front of his friends so be it, my sensibilities did not exist. My role was to slavishly serve mother, Joan Crawford was mother of the year in comparison so, I used charcoal which could be easily erased. I kept my punk outfits at my friends house whose Mom was a schoolteacher and understood the faddish nature of youth and was tolerant of our foibles. Thank Mrs Macdougal and Mrs Thompson for treating me as your own and showing me a true mother's love. Anyhoover, back to the novella.
Wearing swastikas was an act of adolescent rebellion, nothing more. After that lengthy back story, I'll tell you, when I found that Sid tee, I was like a giggling schoolgirl. "Wow, I gotta buy this" and I did. Then I was in a bit of a puzzle and rationalized a feasible reason. I'm shocked that I could revert so easily back to Western BS. "For Shame T"
After it arrived, I looked at it, a nice quality red Gilden tee with a decal and I asked myself "what were you thinking, where are you gonna were this...Thing!". Outside of the house, very likely never.
Let this be a cautionary tale for dummies. I'm the King of Dummies. Hoo ha he ho hoo.
An infamous punk figure was Simon Paul Ritchie AKA Sid Vicious, he sometimes wore a Nazi flag t shirt. It was a custom shirt from his manager, the late douchebag Malcolm McLaren's clothing store "SEX". Of course every punk rocker kid wanted one but, at the time they weren't commercially available so, we used black markers to draw them on our clothes. Personally, due to fact that mother was a narcissistic psychopath for whom her public standing as a proper lady, was the most important thing and if that meant embarrassing her kid in front of his friends so be it, my sensibilities did not exist. My role was to slavishly serve mother, Joan Crawford was mother of the year in comparison so, I used charcoal which could be easily erased. I kept my punk outfits at my friends house whose Mom was a schoolteacher and understood the faddish nature of youth and was tolerant of our foibles. Thank Mrs Macdougal and Mrs Thompson for treating me as your own and showing me a true mother's love. Anyhoover, back to the novella.
Wearing swastikas was an act of adolescent rebellion, nothing more. After that lengthy back story, I'll tell you, when I found that Sid tee, I was like a giggling schoolgirl. "Wow, I gotta buy this" and I did. Then I was in a bit of a puzzle and rationalized a feasible reason. I'm shocked that I could revert so easily back to Western BS. "For Shame T"
After it arrived, I looked at it, a nice quality red Gilden tee with a decal and I asked myself "what were you thinking, where are you gonna were this...Thing!". Outside of the house, very likely never.
Let this be a cautionary tale for dummies. I'm the King of Dummies. Hoo ha he ho hoo.