Derek Vinyard

My name is Derek Vinyard and I am here to tell you my story. I will warn you, here and now, this story is not one easy to hear, or to tell, for that matter. But, since you are here and inquiring, I shall swallow the pride I once had to tell you. It was roughly five years ago when I was blinded by the propaganda of the White Aryan Nation group run by a man named Cameron Alexander. He 'showed' me how the nation should be run by the white people and drilled it deep into my psyche to the point that I was willing to kill anyone that wasn't white if they crossed my path. It was a single night that would forever change my life. Two men decided to steal try to steal my car. My little brother came in my room and told me what he saw. The rage within me flowed like lava down the side of a volcano. Until, I kicked the door open, shot one man six times and another five. Going after a third who tried for my car, he got away. The second man I shot was still writhing on the ground. I wasn't done with him yet. I grabbed him by the jacket and dragged him to the curb, forcing him to put his teeth on the curb before I kicked in the back of his head. My rage was so much that I didn't care who he was...he was dead and that was what mattered to me. The cops came, I didn't care...but..it was once the cold metal of the handcuff was placed on me that I realized where I stood. I was not a 'soldier', I was not special, I was just a man who killed two other men. I only received manslaughter because the men were on my property and stealing my car..that doesn't excuse the ways that I dealt with them. When I was placed in my cell...it was only time before I figured I'd be as good as dead. I had to find a side in the joint or I would be dead on my own. I went with the side I knew...and I had people backing me for some time until there was a day that I actually made a friend with a black man...the others saw it..and I found myself alone in the showers..then jumped by six men. They did what no man had a right to do...I will not go into detail here for propriety purposes. After that...I was a ghost the remain of my stay and once I got out..I vowed to make sure my brother didn't make the same mistake I did..But..he died because of what I had taught him...died because of hate...died because of me..now..I live...I live to tell others my story, as I've told you my story, to prevent the mistakes I made...