In this important memoir, Collins describes how he joined the National Front as an angry, disaffected teenager, inhabiting a sticky world of pornography and Nazi literature, his hatred of the left reinforced by the Daily Mail and the Sun's "loony left" campaign. Hate charts the disintegration of the National Front and the rise of the BNP, and more recently the English Defence League, suggesting that class politics has now shifted to identity politics. In some white working-class areas the "Rights for Whites" argument still gets votes, however, and Collins points out that the BNP made gains "on the very council estates that the left were abandoning faster than their ideology". Eventually realising that his comrades were "all fucking mad" and that being a homophobic, racist bully made him unhappy, Collins became an informant for Searchlight magazine, and is now an anti-fascist campaigner. As Billy Bragg says in his foreword, this book is a warning "that we should not ignore the fascists or ever think they'll go away".