Detroit street gangs 1970's

[EastsideAl]

Ahhh the BKs, weren't they the ones supposedly responsible for that raid on the Average White Band concert at Cobo? They were from the west side I believe.

The Flynns are remembered in part for their signature hand-pump dance move, which became part of the whole jitting phenomena. I remember going to east side parties where folks would be asked to put a little "flynn action" into their dancing.

In my neighborhood the big gang for a while was the ludicrously named Coney Onlys [[Corleones?), aka the Sconies. There was also the Mad Dogs and the Sheridan Strips, but mostly those were just loose groups of local kids on a particular street or set of streets.

All of this '70s stuff died down pretty quickly though, and was swept away when the crack boom came and the actually well-organized drug selling youth gangs run by people like the Chambers brothers came onto the scene.

[rickbak]

Back in the day, there was a street gang in the Junction-Michigan neighborhood called the Pimpin' Pierogis. I can still remember bruisers like "Slow Mo" Modzelewski and "Tombstone" Jarzembowski strutting down the sidewalk and chanting "Ooo-sa-sa-sa, hit 'em in the head with a big kielbasa." While we all recall Detroit's crack epidemic of the '80s, how come nobody says anything about the Chrusciki Craze of the early '60s, when these knuckleheads would sit in the alley behind Beatrice's New Warsaw Bakery & Bait Shop on Wesson, snorting the powder sugar off a five-pound box of angel wings and saying bad things about Rita Bell?

Mean streets, indeed. I'm off to say a novena.

[jcole]

I think that's the reason my husband's family moved to the farm; they needed to keep Teddie from the hellish life of being a Pierogi Pony for the gang.

Back in the day, there was a street gang in the Junction-Michigan neighborhood called the Pimpin' Pierogis. I can still remember bruisers like "Slow Mo" Modzelewski and "Tombstone" Jarzembowski strutting down the sidewalk and chanting "Ooo-sa-sa-sa, hit 'em in the head with a big kielbasa." While we all recall Detroit's crack epidemic of the '80s, how come nobody says anything about the Chrusciki Craze of the early '60s, when these knuckleheads would sit in the alley behind Beatrice's New Warsaw Bakery & Bait Shop on Wesson, snorting the powder sugar off a five-pound box of angel wings and saying bad things about Rita Bell?

Mean streets, indeed. I'm off to say a novena.