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large Skinhead crew at that time Fresno Bomber Boy’s were the first
actual Skin crew in town. The Bomber Boy’s died out and there were
scattered little crews we all knew each other but mostly hung out with
our own cliques. As some of you old timers know in those day's just
about everywhere you went there was a “Mexiskin” or two. In Fresno we
had two or three. Of course this led to a split. I will talk more on
this later.
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in this time I met up with a young head from Visalia. My brother Doug
(our webmaster). We had many adventures drank, fought, and fornicated
our way all over California. I guess some of us did more than others
(I think I did most of the drinking and fighting and Doug fornicated
enough for several of us).
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this time the Non-white aspect of the scene blew up and Sharp reared
its ugly head. This wouldn’t have been so bad (they were fun to
fight). However around 1994 Prison and the specter of Meth attacked
full force. I went to Prison and shortly there after Turtle shot some
lame in the cock (well he missed by half an inch). Without us the
scene began to fall apart and a lot of people who were weak got
pressured into the Sharp deal. The ones with a rubber backbone either
dropped out totally or claimed “trad” maybe 3 or 4 actually had some
balls to claim WP. My bro Dug gave up on Fresno and stuck to his
hometown. It was 1998 when I Got out and got my head out of my ass.
Since I was on SSU (high control) parole I kept myself low key but
began making contact with my old crew.
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got out around the same time and I found Dug on the internet. I also
met and soon after married my wife “Momma”. We had our son and the
fourteen words were reawakened in my heart. I discharged my Parole
number in 2000 and began attending every White Power show in
California. At this time we started our new Family. Fresno at this
time was dominated by Gutter skins (basically bald peckerwoods) this
had to change.
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the prompting of some of our new found brothers who were for real I
planted our flag and have slowly created one of the best skinhead
crews I have ever seen. We are few in numbers but strong in heart and
mind. Loyalty to one another and strong belief in our struggle for
racial survival are paramount in our code of conduct. It has been a
long time coming but, we are here, our battle flag has been planted,
and lose or win we will never falter from our course.
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all those who dropped out or “grew up” along the way I say a hearty
“fuck you”. To our brothers who died along the way I send my love and
a promise…See you in Valhalla!!!!
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all began in the mid eighties. Whether 84, 85, or 86 the exact year
escapes me. Just like the song say’s fresh cropped hair new air wear
and a screwdriver bootleg tape. We shaved down and we began.