Randal Jackson of Zinc, Arkansas is a prototypical white supremacist. Like many of his kind, the 33-year-old does not have a single white friend. Randal himself attributes this to the fact that he is too busy to develop a meaningful relationship with another white person. There is only so much time in the day, and for him, it is much better served rolling around in the dirt and consuming literature relevant to his hate-based ideology.
His coworker Marcus disagrees with this assessment. Instead, Marcus suggests that Randal has no white friends because he does not shower and carries himself with a smug sense of superiority. A superiority that has not been earned. Not through intelligence, hygiene, or race.
Randal has admitted that he has failed to achieve the success that he feels entitled to. He had always imagined that he would be married to a beautiful Aryan woman by this point in his life. Unfortunately, the racist women are turned off by his hygiene, and the less hygienic women by his racism.
There are times that Randal admits that picking a different ideology could have made making friends with whites a bit easier. Perhaps, if he had decided to get into misogyny or ableism, he would not be so star struck around white people. Tripping over himself in awe of their broad shoulders and majestic beer bellies. Truly they are the best humanity has to offer, and maybe one day Randal will feel like he belongs among them.