Why the masking when chanting the name NDH?

I remember that some of you asked why the so-called fans wear masks when they glorify NDH and attack others. I came across a post by Denis Mahmutović, otherwise a respected Telegram journalist, so I’m quoting it below:

Why masks?

No, seriously, why are you masking yourself? When you chant the name of the Independent State of Croatia, when you salute with your right hand raised and insult people – why do you hide your faces?

Why?

Are you so ashamed of the beliefs you hold? What is the power of those beliefs if you can only express them with a phantom over your cheek?

You refer to the people who defended this country. We remember all their faces, names and surnames. To everyone. Comrades and enemies remembered them, our children will remember them too. Who will remember you?

There is a story about Blaga Zadra, who once, when he was annoyed by the Chetnik phone threats, picked up the phone and said:

"Do not swear, we are Christians, Catholics. We are not used to such words. But like this, look… I’m Blago Zadro, Bosanska 11, the key is in the window, unlock it at any time and come in, but think carefully about how you’re going to get out".

And look at you. See you. You curse and spit on female journalists, move in packs and hide your faces. Run away from the police.

So if you really believe in your patriotism, if you refer to honorable people who gave their lives for freedom, is it such a big problem to at least show your face? Stop on the line with the police? To say who and what you are by name and surname? Isn’t the Croatia you swear by worth at least that much? Such small, tiny sacrifices?

He was such a hero. He fled first to Austria, leaving his army, and then secretly, secretly, with a false identity, he snuck to the other side of the world. With stolen gold from sold Dalmatia. Testimonies state that he was distraught, choked, ‘face and mouth as green as grass’, when he thought the Allies had discovered him.

The age-old, long-seen reflex of cowards and thugs. Strong and loud in the herd, with thundering throats and puffed chests, but at the first sign of danger they throw away everything they swore by and run headfirst regardless.

Fortunately, you are not the majority.

There are few of you, there are few of you, pussies.

The worst of all is that among them there are quite a few who were not even born during those wars, and they behave as if they led them themselves. Instead of reason, these inherited hatred.