Meet the Precious and Precocious Host of the KKK’s Kids Show

Remember Prussian Blue, the adorable girl band out of Bakersfield, California that made adorably catchy song about white supremacy in the early 2000’s? Well, they’ve renounced their former KKK ways, folded up their smiley-face Hitler shirts and are smoking pot, which makes you less racist, or something. So now that Prussian Blue has left the scene, who are America’s next Kutest Klan Kidz?


Enter: The Andrew Show. The show’s host, Andrew Pendergraft, who looks like he just walked off the set of The Suite Life of Zack and Cody, is the son of Rachel Pendergraft, a spokeswoman for the Knights of the Klu Klux Klan and the grandson of Thomas Robb, the national director of the KKK. Andrew has been enlisted by his bigoted family to host the KKK’s online kid’s show, which explains the dangers of race mixing, how scary brown people are, and gun rights, all with the help of some overworked metaphors involving white frosting and the white race that his mom wrote for him, probably. Andrew begins each show, sometimes with the help of his sister’s dog Pugzy, with, “Hi! My name is Andrew. This show is for all the white kids out there,” and ends with some variation on, “Stay white and proud. Tune in next week!” Thanks, Andrew and Pugzy! I’ll try.

Andrew is probably in middle school, which is why watching these videos of him stumbling over describing mixed-race “propaganda” and talking to a hand puppet about how Justin Bieber might have kissed a black girl is especially disturbing. What may be more disturbing, however, is the lo-fi green screen game the Ku Klux Klan has going on. The pastel sparkle number for Andrew’s episode on “The Arizona Mexican Law” is proof that the Klan’s views on race are just as vintage as their video backgrounds.

[The Daily Dot]



I feel like the awkward, stilted delivery of lines and the home-video quality is a perfect metaphor for the KKK. It's outdated, it sounds inbred, and it looks ridiculous.

On another note, the law of averages says that there has to be at least one goose-stepping Whit-Power aficionado out there with some sort of passable knowledge of film, production, or anything in that realm of media. Seriously, what compound is he hiding on?