Couple weeks back, but this is still one of the things I'm most proud to have ever done in my life
My friend works security at a bar. He texts me a pic of a guy sitting at the bar wearing a shirt with some SS lightning bolts, and said the girl he was with was wearing them too.
They're not otherwise causing a problem, so the manager won't let my friend kick these guys out, but he really wanted to.
I'm at work, probably 5 miles away, and I can't leave to go start a ruckus. But I like this bar and I'll be damned if I let Nazis get a foothold there.
So I think through my options. I remember that the bar has a jukebox with an app you can queue songs up on. I open up that app and see that I, for some reason, have a ton of credits on there.
And even better, you don't actually even need to be at the bar to play songs there.
So I begin queuing up every anti-nazi, anti-fascist, anti-racist song I could find.
According to my friend, after a couple songs he got visibly frustrated and steps outside to have a cigarette as All You Fascists Bound to Lose comes on (sadly the jukebox did not have much Woody Guthrie, so I had to settle for the Billy Bragg and Wilco version)
He comes back inside and is created with Youth Against Fascism by Sonic Youth.
I keep it up. I find a version of Bella Ciao to play, Racist Friend by The Specials, This Is America, etc.
This bar has their jukebox set to a family friendly mode, since they also operate as a restaurant during the day. This limited my options somewhat, but I managed to put together a pretty solid dozen or so songs.
He starts looking around the bar, trying to figure out who is playing all this music obviously targeted at him. Of course I'm not even in the same town, so he finds nothing. My friend is keeping busy checking IDs and such at the door and occasionally texting me an update.
At some point in the middle of this someone queued up a single kid rock song, and I strongly suspect it was them.
It only took about an hour and they decided to close out their tab. He walks out to Michael Jackson's They Don't Care about Us.
But that's not the end of this. I'm on a warpath now. I fire up a throwaway Google account and leave a 1 star review of the bar complaining about the Nazi. This causes a bit of stir with the management, and my friend is successfully able to argue for more authority to throw Nazis out.
Nazi punks can fuck off.
