‘White pride in my classroom’

Holy hell:

He was the founder of the White Student Union. And on Tuesdays and Thursdays, he would be in my fiction writing class.

But the more I clicked through his online persona, the more nervous I became. From what I was reading — and the video clips available — he seemed to be a smooth-talking, levelheaded advocate for his point of view. He had the kind of facts and figures on hand that, though they sounded specious, I couldn’t immediately disprove. What if he challenged me in class?