"The Skinheads of Greenpoint, Brooklyn" Photo Series is Complicated

       A headline on Slate caught my attention: Life as a Nazi Skinhead in Brooklyn. Now, looking at the pictures, I'm conflicted. I'm disgusted by the subjects who are all young Nazi skinheads. I'm surprised these people exist seventy years after the Holocaust. I'm upset by the beauty of the photographs. Such ugly ideals and content should not be photographed so artfully. 
       This must be the goal of the photographer, Adam Krause, who is not a Nazi skinhead and whose grandparents were all a part of the Holocaust. He wants to make me uncomfortable. Krause has succeeded. 
       I'm intrigued by these photos. And I don't like that. I don't like that I looked at all seven photos. Why should I give attention to something like these photos? I am currently entrenched in a research paper that centers around the persecution of Jews during the Dirty War in Argentina in the mid '70s and early '80s. When I began, I was surprised that such persecution--persecution that was reminiscent of the Holocaust--could take place after we said, "Never Again." 
       And now I'm reminded that those ideals still exist. Flags with swastikas are still produced. They are still flown. In the biggest city of the United States, an epicenter of cultures,  filled with Jews, Puerto Ricans, blacks, whites, Italians, Russians, and so on there are the "The Skinheads of Greenpoint, Brooklyn." When I look at these photos, I don't know what to feel. Is this art? How can it be when the content is so ugly? Why did Slate publish this piece? Why give more attention to these people? I guess I'm doing the same.