This is the key section for me:
Behind his jovial facade hid a cruel man. He saw himself as a puppet player and he didn’t accept when his puppets didn’t play the role they were supposed to. I played my role as a child and then stopped and things no longer worked out between us.
The Nazis, the white supremacists, the ones who are drawn to this toxic way of thinking, they don’t want to work with people. They want to pull strings or be pulled in ways that suit their egos. Secondhand puppet masters in love with the feeling of taught strings around their fingers, all of them. No room for a cupped hand of water, nor a gentle hand on a shoulder, not even a handshake given in respect. The strings around their fingers keep their hands twisted down, useless for anything other than manipulating others and telling stories to justify it.
All we have to do is keep cutting their strings. Easier said than done, but ultimately, all antifascism amounts to that.
Hat tip Ben Werdmuller for the link.