On the inside life is vicious and many prisoners join prison gangs to survive. We bring you only the realest, raw and most brutal prison gang stories straight out of the belly of the beast. Check out these interviews with real prison gang members.
Disneyland was close to Hollywood, but Terrible Tom wouldn’t see either place. Con Air landed at Los Angeles International Airport. The plane bypassed the main terminal and taxied toward a remote hangar. Across the way, a forklift loaded heavy crates onto a flatbed truck trailer […]
The Aryan Brotherhood or Brand as they are known in the federal prison system began with incarcerated white prisoners in California who aligned themselves against black and Mexican prisoners in the racial cauldron that existed inside the belly of the beast in the 60s and 70s […]
As legend has it the Aryan Brotherhood formed at San Quentin Prison in California in 1967 in the cauldron of the prison race wars to fight the Black Guerrilla Family […]
La Eme is one of the big four California prison gangs. They originated in the California prison system in the 1960s and have grown since then to rule a vast empire of criminal activities, stretching from Southern California to Arizona to Colorado […]
During the 1960’s a group of White convicts serving time inside California’s notorious San Quentin State Prison decided that they had had enough […]
Gang warfare has raged unabated in California’s prisons for almost 40 years. Legend has it starting when an argument at Soledad State Prison began the rift among Latinos that today is manifested in the Norteno/Sureno beef that pits Chicano solely based on the region of the state they come from. […]
In prison battle lines are drawn along racial, territorial and geographical distinctions. And in this country, the US of A, it’s been reported that about one fourth of all male prisoners are gang members […]
Prison is a cauldron of hate. A mixing pot of volatile tempers and personalities that can incite violence in a nanosecond […]
December 6, 2000. I was standing in the lieutenant’s office inside of USP Leavenworth, hands cuffed behind my back. From the waist down my pants were splattered with the victim’s blood, his skin embedded on …
