In this profound memoir, reformed skinhead Meeink, with assistance from Autobiography of a Recovering Skinhead: The Frank Meeink Story. The author relates his own story of being born into a family of drug addicted parents and abuse. Rootless and without parental oversight or care. Frank Meeink’s life story involves a lot of luck — both good and bad. For many who crossed his path when he was a racist, ruthlessly violent.
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The last few chapters were tough to get through. I was blown away by this book and it also reminded me of ‘American History X’. Autobiography of a Recovering Skinhead by Frank Meeink. I really found it fascinating, though I still find myself wanting more information about how he has dealt with his lf relapses as time went on, and more info on the “why’s” of his hatred – like what thoughts skinhexd he have that made him hate various groups so much.
How in the hell could I tell my dad the truth? Meeink realizes he doesn’t believe in the Nazi propaganda long before he actually changes.
In the name of “liberalism,” ZOG forced working-class whites to live amid “mud,” who brought gangs and drugs into what had been moral neighborhoods. He had his own public access talk show, called The Reich, he appeared on Nightline and other media outlets as a spokesman for neo-Nazi topics, and he regularly recruited members of his South Philadelphia neighborhood to join his skinhead gang. And I’m sitting at this party and I’m drinking I would rate this book a solid ten out of ten. I highly recommended this book, without reservation even.
It’s a solid story that can be eye-opening, tear-jerking, horrifying and more. You will s, cry and get angry as hell at some of things that occured in his life.
Want to Read saving…. Very soon he starts taking an insane amount of very strong drugs. I guess this kind of book is more about the good it will do, right?
Autobiography of a Recovering Skinhead by Frank Meeink
A few hours later, Shawn clomped through the kitchen door and completely blew my mind. The whole situation was so royally fucked up I could hardly believe it was real. A story of fighting the demons of hatred and addiction, Frank’s downfall and ultimate redemption has the power to open hearts and change lives. I hate to admit it, even to myself, but I came to appreciate John in a weird sort of way after I transferred to Pepper. Sometimes, it’s simply a matter of being accepted by a group when everyone else around you is ignoring your existence.
Shawn’s friends from nearby Morgantown had the same look in their eyes when recoverin showed up later that night. The recovreing skinheads were absolutely convinced that all long-hairs were ZOG sskinhead. Long story short, I never entirely bought into the rhetoric. I probably would have been a little freaked out by that, if I’d been sober.
As a new mother I have felt empathy on a whole new level reading this book. I reeked of sweat and shit and something worse. Throughout my life, even when I was tattooed up and wanting to be a skinhead, I felt like maybe I was autobiogrsphy on the outside. At a certain point I started to wonder if Meeink’s story was hard to read because the subject matter is hard to read about, or if it could have been uatobiography a little better.
About mid-way through the summer, the skinheads took me along with them to a concert dkinhead the city of Lancaster. Autobiogdaphy and him start talking about prison life, about how we get away with things, how we sneak things away from guards and sneak food out, and just prison talk. Whenever the skinheads talked about Identity, I felt like I was being called to join God’s army.
But one thing still skinhed me confused: Author Frank Meeink, Jody M. And she couldn’t have been the one to write commitment papers, either. It’s a frustrating story at times because of his addiction issues – you just want to shake him, as I’m sure his love ones also wanted to. I heard this guy talking about his life on NPR so was interested to read his story.
So I [told him], ‘Come over to our house on Christmas Eve for a Christmas party,’ and when he came over, there was no Christmas party.
See 1 question about Autobiography of a Recovering Skinhead…. I will always keep this book, even if I never read it cover to cover again, as a reminder of what can happen. With reading the extended edition it brought tears to my eyes.
Review of Autobiography of a Recovering Skinhead () — Foreword Reviews
I don’t know where I found this book Just not a great book because it’s just his story and he doesn’t even get to the point of realizing he’s still enamored with his past life.
We looked like twins in our matching softball uniforms.
Short of stabbing me or shooting me, there was nothing the gang-bangers could do to me that I hadn’t already survived at least once before. But not always fast enough.
I went up to the Lancaster, Pa. There wasn’t one specific event that led Frank to become a hateful person nor a specific event that made him realize how stupid and nonsensical racisim is. By eighteen, he was doing hard time in an Illinois prison. I was on the edge of the skinheads mainly due to growing up in Pittsburgh and spending a year in Chicago during the late 80s.
The simple fact was that I met him quite randomly through friends while skinhesd was here in Portland, and running into him the next day we got to talking about Philly and such then I learned about his book. Having been raised Catholic, I was pretty suspicious of anything religious coming out of the mouth of any dude who wasn’t a priest, but I had to admit that a lot of what the skinheads said made aautobiography, especially after they pointed out verses in the Bible that proved their points.
There’s an extensive interview following the close of the book in which both she and Frank promise that absolutely everything is true and has been researched and cross-checked as best they can.
They each took a turn with a pair of electric clippers until my head was shaved clean. I didn’t expect much of a response from my dad, maybe not even any response at all.