I'm nearly to the point in the rewrite of my novel where I reveal the antagonist in all his racist doucebaggery. When I originally wrote it all the characters were caricatures and it was enough for him simply to be a racist jerk. Now that the protagonists are better rounded he's got to get a life, too, or drag the whole story down. He's still got to be a screaming, I'm-gonna-kill-everybody-who-doesn't-look-like-me bigot. But I have to convince the reader of why. What does he get out of it? What does anybody get out of being a racist? And no, the mere fact he's a white guy raised in the mid-South is not motive enough. This is what I have so far: He was close to his minority-hating grandmother who encouraged his proclivities and rewarded him by leaving him all her considerable fortune Being a racist gives him a sense of power and superiority It allows him to control others who share his attitudes but not his cunning It allows him to think he and his group are better than any other without his having to do anything particularly good or great Other ideas? Everybody does what they do for a reason, even if the reason is "I'm too lazy to do anything else." What about someone like my antagonist?