I spent a year infiltrating right wing extremist groups. This is what I found
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Charlie Fox leaned over the dirty pub table, pointed a big finger at me, and locked eyes. “You better not turn out to be an infiltrator for HOPE not hate,” he said, deadpan. I froze. Flanked by several of his lieutenants, they watched, waiting for my response.He was right to be suspicious. I was, in fact, exactly what he thought I was: an infiltrator for HOPE not hate. My safety depended on the next few moments.Before I had the chance to reply, Charlie’s face softened into a smile. He started la
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