Them: Adventures with Extremists
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From the bestselling author of The Psychopath Test: A Journey Through the Madness Industry and So You’ve Been Publicly Shamed.
A wide variety of extremist groups -- Islamic fundamentalists, neo-Nazis -- share the oddly similar belief that a tiny shadowy elite rule the world from a secret room. In Them, journalist Jon Ronson has joined the extremists to track down the fabled secret room.
As a journalist and a Jew, Ronson was often considered one of "Them" but he had no idea if their meetings actually took place. Was he just not invited? Them takes us across three continents and into the secret room. Along the way he meets Omar Bakri Mohammed, considered one of the most dangerous men in Great Britain, PR-savvy Ku Klux Klan Grand Wizard Thom Robb, and the survivors of Ruby Ridge. He is chased by men in dark glasses and unmasked as a Jew in the middle of a Jihad training camp. In the forests of northern California he even witnesses CEOs and leading politicians -- like Dick Cheney and George Bush -- undertake a bizarre owl ritual.
Ronson's investigations, by turns creepy and comical, reveal some alarming things about the looking-glass world of "us" and "them." Them is a deep and fascinating look at the lives and minds of extremists. Are the extremists onto something? Or is Jon Ronson becoming one of them?
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reached the peach-colored gates. “You watch,” said Jim. “He’ll turn around now. He’s done his job. Poor fool.” But the Lancia didn’t turn around. It began to follow us down the deserted lane. “Uh oh,” said Jim. “BRITISH EMBASSY.” “OK,” I said, “I’m a journalist from London. I’m calling you on the road from Sintra to Estoril—” “Hold on.” “Press office.” “I’m a journalist from London,” I said. “I’m calling you on the road from Sintra to Estoril. I’m being tailed, right now, by a dark green
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before the Jewish moguls arrived in Hollywood, D. W. Griffith had made Birth of a Nation, a paean to Klansmen. On our way to watch the film, I asked Pat if he believed that the secret rulers of the world were deliberately disseminating anti-Klan material, in the form of Hollywood movies. Pat considered this for a time. “Well,” he said, “not all Jews, but we know the ones who are doing it.” “How?” I asked. “By the names,” said Pat. “We all know those names.” The truth of the matter, the
over the walkie-talkie. “Did you hear that?” “Yes I did,” I said. “Did you hear it? Did you hear what I said? Racism—in—us—all! Over and out!” A FEW HOURS’ driving followed. It had been impossible for me to attempt to pass the Paisley jeep along these tiny, rural dirt roads. But the truth was, I had forgotten all about his gentile-Jew overtaking challenge. Then, suddenly, the walkie-talkie crackled into life once more. “Germany calling!” hollered Dr. Paisley. “Germany calling! Germany