The countryside was dark and still
The old cross stood upon the hill.
The cross it bore a flaming hood
To hide its rotten heart of wood.

He who travels with the Klan,
He is a monster, not a man.
For underneath his thin disguise
I have seen him to his eyes.

Mother I hear the iron sound
Of footsteps on the frozen ground.

(Segment from a poorly-remembered Klan song)

The Klan are often chivalrous and mannerly individuals, some quite charismatic. They are none the less despicable for the acts they have undertaken collectively in the name of racial purity. If you want a real slice of life, I recommend Morris Dee's "A Lawyer's Journey". He spent forty years pulling those strings and exhuming the facts often at the risk of his own life. Brilliant guy.

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