They meet in the youth club at Kittlitz, a grey concrete structure in a village in deepest Saxony about sixty kilometres east of the state capital Dresden. There are perhaps fifteen of them, young men with shaven heads, two with sullen-eyed girlfriends, drinking beer and listening to rock. They won’t give their names and they don’t want any photographs.
But with a visit arranged in advance, they’re ready to speak out: ‘about the lies you tell’, ‘lies’ about their love of violence, the arson attacks on asylum seekers’ hostels and mosques, the beatings they’ve meted out to foreigners, Turks, Vietnamese, Arabs, and Africans, and their links with neo-Nazi groups like the National Democratic Party (NPD), the German People’s Union (DVU) and the Republikaner.
