made Don more certain than ever about his son’s potential as a white nationalist leader. Every slur Derek never said, every enemy he never made, every minority he somehow managed to befriend, was all more proof of what Don already believed: Only someone like Derek could lead white nationalism beyond its violent history of swastikas and white robes and into the multicultural mainstream of twenty-first-century politics. Only someone who possessed discipline, patience, tact, and control—the qualities Don had spent his life trying and sometimes failing to master.
