Last night I came face to face with a Nazi, was I wrong ? 🏴‍☠️

Now you know how it is when you have a lot of people from all over the place at a resort area. It was a mild night here on the water and the crowd was out in full force. Here I was talking to my associate and here comes this guy. He did not introduce himself to me number one. He was talking about how glad he was to see my associate again and thought he had left town. This guy had tattoos all over his chest. He was loud. He was arrogant. He was brash. He was rude. He bragged about how he beat up his ex girlfriend, so that didnt sit well with me.
He also bragged about how tough he is and how nobody should mess with him. 🙄 Anyway, here is where it gets interesting. He stopped two guys here who were just strolling down the boardwalk. One guy, a biracial kid, had on a Confederate flag shirt and the other was an Italian. He said the kid was his son. The loud mouth started yapping about how proud he was that guy's son was able to wear his shirt proud. And that it was not a symbol of hate, but one that represented heritage. He claimed that is was used in the wrong way and people should not take it seriously.
So I gave them that look you know. Then they went about their way. 🙄 After all that was said and done, this loud mouth had the audacity to ask me what time it was. I gave him a very cold glare. Like a Clint Eastwood kind of glare. I was silent. Because I know he was trying to intimidate and jerk me around, and you know me. I was not the one to mess with. He immediately stepped back as if he saw a ghost. And he uttered ok I guess not. And then he left shortly afterwards. Hmmmmmm. What do you think ? Was I wrong to not have given him the time ? Was I overreacting. You tell me. Comments please. 🙂