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God is On My Side, God be Merciful

September 10, 2001
10:45 PM, Somewhere in America




Tommy was a good Christian. Despite his shaved head, crude language, and frequent violent outbursts, Tommy was the ideal role model at the church. Things weren’t always this way. The churchgoers used to stare as the six-foot three well-built skinhead walked in wearing his best suit. As time passed however, Tommy’s reverence and faith in God’s Plan proved him to be the Christian of all Christians. The twenty-four year old was the leader of several youth groups in his church community. And because of his devotion and involvement, many respected him. Tommy was also a patriot. He loved his country, but more importantly, he loved his race.




“Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done…” These were the words that Tommy spat out, as he continuously pounded on the head of an unconscious man with his brass-knuckled fist. “…on earth, as it is in heaven, give us this day, our daily bread…” Bits of teeth and blood spilled out on the sidewalk, as Tommy continued his bludgeoning. He breathed heavily as his rampage went on, but finally he was satisfied. When he got up from the man who lied limp and still on the bloodied floor, he turned to Eddie. Eddie, who was his best friend, had been watching the whole time. Eddie always found Tommy strange because of his religious ideas and interpretation of the Bible. Eddie never cared much for religion. He had enjoyed the show, but now he had an idea.

“Do you think he was ever baptized Tommy?”
“I don’t believe so”. Tommy replied with a sadistic smile.
Eddie unzipped his pants, and began urinating on the body and face of the man who lay completely still.
While Eddie relieved himself, Tommy continued the Lord’s Prayer. “…and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those, who trespass against us… you should know when you’re trespassing, you’re not wanted in this country…and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.”
“Tommy, you freak me out sometimes with this Christian shit man.”
“Shut the fuck up Eddie. Amen. And give me a fucking cigarette!”


The two skinheads walked away smoking their Marlboros, leaving behind their decoration on the sidewalk. It was a decoration of blood, urine, and flesh. It didn’t matter who the stranger was, or where he was from. Tommy himself didn’t even know. Just another immigrant, another leach to American society he thought, another reason for the increase of poverty for hard working white Christians. Affirmative action, political bullshit, he felt it was just ways to take away jobs and make the white man the minority. In his heart, he knew that God had intended for this country to be a haven for White Christians. It was the white man who took this nation, who fought against the savagery of the natives. The blood of White Christians were spilled for this country, not for the sake of immigrants and foreigners to corrupt and spoil, but for the true White Americans and their children. He believed this as much as he believed in the One True God. Tommy was a good patriot, and a damn good Christian who never missed church. He believed that God was on his side, on Eddie’s side, and on America’s side.




Tommy and Eddie drove down the streets of their All-American town, smoking cigarettes, listening to white-pride punk music, and they talked about their political ideologies. Eddie admired Adolph Hitler for his genius and ability to convince a nation into committing genocide. Tommy however, despised Hitler and thought he was a coward. Hitler had committed suicide towards the end of the war. If Tommy were ever in Hitler’s situation, he would fight to the end, and accept his actions, not as crimes, but as acts of courage. No, Tommy did not idolize Hitler. He was a different type of skinhead. His true heroes were the Knights of the Ku Klux Klan, who has survived throughout American’s history, throughout Emancipation and Civil Rights movements. But most important of all, they were motivated by God. The modern day Klan spreads their ideologies over the Internet, radio shows, and printed media. They believed that White Americans were losing their rights due to various political and social issues that White Christians were not responsible for. They were his family, his church, and his salvation. This is where he belonged. Every Sunday, at every meeting, he felt that they were bonded by skin, blood, and God.


“Alright Eddie, thanks for the lift.”
“Good night, don’t let the black bugs bite”, Eddie smiled and drove away blasting his music.


It had been a good night for Tommy. He was ready to go to bed. But before this, he picked up the Bible and read to himself for about half an hour. He prayed that one day God would lead his people to salvation, and punish those who would sin against his brothers and sisters. He prayed that God would make him strong and guide him to do the right things in life, and to take the right path, the white path. He kissed the cross that hung upon his neck and drifted off into sleep. He had always been a good Christian.


September 11th, 2001
11:35 PM, Somewhere in America


With blood upon her face, and blood running down her thighs, a Muslim woman begged for her life. Only two men heard her cries; only her rapists saw her tears. Tommy held a knife in his hands but hesitated. He had never killed anyone before. Is this what God had truly intended for him? To protect his country and his race, was this what he had to do? “Thou Shall Not Kill, Hitler, genocide, courage, pride, planes, buildings, vengeance…” he thought to himself. He saw her as an animal, but he didn’t have the courage to slaughter her like one. Tommy hated immigrants. Tommy hated blacks and Jews. Tommy hated homos. And most of all, Tommy hated Muslims. But Tommy always believed he was a good Christian. And good Christians don’t rape and stab helpless women to death. They only lynch Negroes, burn crosses, and walk around pretending to be the souls of dead Confederate soldiers. Eddie, who had always been his best friend, saw him in turmoil, and at that moment asked for the knife. They looked into each other’s eyes with understanding, and felt as if they were brothers. Tommy felt God was on his side indeed, even when he was weak, God had sent Eddie.


“Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come…”
“Shut the fuck up with that Christian shit Tommy!!! And light me up a fucking cigarette!!!”


The woman had been stabbed 34 times, and with each thrust before her life faded, she had thought. “You bastards, Allah is on my side, Allah be merciful”.



By Surachet Suvilaisunthorn




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The following comments are for "God is On My Side, God Be Merciful"
by pengster13

to pengster13
Shocking story, well done. Very nice ending there and plot developement. But I think you over did it a bit in the first paragraph, some lines were irrelevant since you already "showed" you don't need to explain anymrore.

And also I think it would sound better if you wrote the last paragraph without using perfect tense. It would sound more realistic and less vague that way.

( Posted by: Furius [Member] On: July 2, 2002 )





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