Snapped this photo yesterday during a trip to my neighborhood Half Price Books! That right there is a second edition, apparently!
Now, look — I like Half Price Books. I met my wife in a Half Price Books, for fuck’s sake. And I know that times are tough for brick-and-mortar bookstores selling things to read that do not exist on a Kindle. But I also know what the process is like for buying and selling books at that place. And I was — and still am, apparently! — a bit flummoxed that some dutiful bookseller, when reviewing an incoming haul, saw an old copy of The Turner Diaries, yanked it out of the stack, and thought to herself, “Oh, man, some white supremacist who wants to start a race war is going to be psyched to find this! Better put it on prominent display!”
I’m not calling for censorship, but I also think that if your business model is such that you will prominently display a copy of The Turner Diaries in your store in the off chance that maybe a white supremacist who wants to start a race war is going to walk by and be all, “Oooh, is that a second edition?” then you should probably assess if your values reflect those of the community in which you sell books.
So, yeah — Half Price Books, check yourself before you wreck yourself, or before you help a white supremacist start a race war, or before you alienate customers who prefer to shop at stores where copies of The Turner Diaries are not on prominent display.
(On the other hand, if you have a copy of The Protocols Of The Elders Of Zion authentically bound in the flayed flesh of gentile babies, I know a store in Austin that is apparently paying top dollar for shit like that.)
UPDATE (3-18-13): Saw that this picture — minus the commentary, of course — is getting reblogged by some white supremacists on Tumblr today! If you are a white supremacist who found this page via that link, feel free to reassess all of your beliefs immediately and emerge a worthwhile human being who is not a total piece of shit.
The white power assholes ALWAYS reblog without commentary or attribution. ALWAYS. (And they love leaving drive-by insults in my Ask box.)