I got a visit from a black electrician the other day, and I was nervous because I thought he'd see me as one of those racist whites. He could see me sweating nervously and I guess he sensed that I was feeling some white guilt, but he handled it like a pro. He said, "Mind if I do some reading?" And he pulled out a copy of the Collected Works of George Lincoln Rockwell. My jaw dropped! He laughed and said, "Just letting you know, brother, we're both one of the good ones." I think we could all learn a little from him about seeing people as individuals, not just by the colour of their skin.