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Robert "Opee" Garland

-CFS- Skinhead

Opee

Hi my name is Rob Garland. A 33 year old Skinhead born in Anaheim to the proud parents of Robb and Janet. From birth to age 5 we moved around a bit, from Anaheim to San Diego to Mount Gleason, then we finally dug our roots in a small town outside Lancaster, Lake L.A.

Growing up was the usual; school, friends, sports and hobbies. There wasn't a great deal of Negro or Hispanic kids in my town then so I didn't think much of the whole Race thing. That is until I reached high school where I was bussed into Lancaster, where there was a butt-load of non-White gang bangers and drug dealers. This was all something foreign to me except from what I saw on T.V. The next four years of my life were spent sky rocketing out of control. I started to party real tough, always truant, grades dropped from above average to way bellow and I started running away from home and getting into trouble with the law. In and out of Juvenile Hall and Camp up to age 17.

In these places it's hard for a young white and that's slowly when my eyes began to open. At 17 I started to get my life back on track when my folk, my little brother and I moved to a small mining town in Nevada called Winnemucca. That lasted barely two years and I was back in Lancaster and back in cuffs. Did a small stink for robbery as a ward of C.D.C. but under the care of Y.A. there my eyes opened wider to the race issue. I had a false definition of White Power and just ran around hating everything that wasn't white. I was out a total of nine months.

Then in 1995 I found myself back in cuffs when my little brother was having trouble with some Sharps. By defending him from being harmed, I caught a an Attempted Murder/Hate Crime, with a term of 18 years at 85% and it is in this place that my eyes were opened completely to the Race problems we face.

My enlightenment began with the help of a couple individuals. I began to study and learn the history of Our Race and that of Our enemies. Slowly, I was awakened to the problems and where our fight lies. I learned what it is to be proud of being White, proud of Our ancestry, proud of all that Our strong, noble race has accomplished, and saddened by how low Our race has sunk in the past 62 years, after the heartbreaking death of Our Fuehrer and the fall of the Third Reich at the hands of the Yid puppeteers.

In the past 12 years of my incarceration and the subsequent years after my awakening, I haven't always been the poster Skinhead or the epitome of White Power. I myself have sunk to a few lows. Yet, with each fall I've picked myself up and grew some more, learning from each trail. In the back of my mind, I, as a Skinhead, as a White man, as a believer of White Power, knew better and had to change and become one who others can look up to, listen to and willing to follow. Doing my part in this struggle. As I learned from a good friend, "You either are, or you're not," I AM.

-Victory Forever, Defeat Never!-

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