Ingo Hasselbach, once the leader of a neo‑Nazi group in East Berlin, describes a moment in his memoir, "Führer‑Ex," when he realized that the hatred driving his life wasn’t based on anything real. He woke up expecting another day of “fighting enemies” but suddenly recognized that he had never actually met a Jewish person, though he had beaten many to within an inch of their lives. His entire worldview had been built out of other people’s stories, propaganda, and the emotional maps he carried inside himself. That moment--the collision between the map and the territory-- was the beginning of his break from extremism. It’s a reminder that prejudice is always a second‑hand emotion. It’s never about real people; it’s about the stories we inherit, the fears we cultivate, and the strangers we imagine. He eventually came to realize that his emnity for Jews was displaced rage toward his abusive father.