Ron Dorres—Legally Labeled Urban Terrorist
Written by Tammy Leigh Maxey   


on Dorres watched the Gangland TV series, episode “Snitch Slaughter,” on the History Channel  on a Thursday evening early November, 2009 from the quiet comforts of his home. Although the family’s central heater blanketed the room with warm air, Ron could not shake the chill that coursed through him, refuting the warmth.

The show was about the Vagos Motorcycle Club, a gang that was formed in the 1960’s in San Bernardino (Berdo), CA.  They were deemed urban terrorists, an outlaw club, by the FBI and ATF.  Among the claims to criminal activity were producing, transporting and distributing methamphetamine and marijuana, as well as assault, extortion, insurance fraud, money laundering, murder, vehicle theft, witness intimidation and weapons violations.

Ron knew the crippling label and the gang well.  The State of California and Dept of Justice had served Ron with the original papers decades earlier that declared the Vagos, as well as Ron (then gang president of the Vagos) as urban terrorists…

Coming of age was a turbulent experience for Ron and his family.  He never cared for his father, although he could not pinpoint a basis for the hate.  At 12, Ron took his first taste of drugs, and he was only 13 when he boosted his first car.  At 14, he was brought before a school counselor for evaluation into his violent behavior at the school. He was expelled after physically attacking the counselor.

When Ron turned 15 he got his first bike frame from a bike gang he was running with.  He built it out with money he made from washing dishes nights, and sporadic parts given to him by the gang. At 16, Ron was arrested for assault.  By 17, Ron was running pounds of marijuana across the State of California until the house he was staying in was raided.  Ron was standing in the kitchen when he heard cops break through the front door, and bolted through the kitchen door, outran the cops and headed for Mexico.  He stayed there for a while waiting for the heat to die off, returning at 18 when he thought things had cooled down.  They hadn’t.

Ron was arrested soon after his return to California, and the judge offered him a choice between the Army and jail.  Ron chose the Army.  There, Ron’s life calmed down.  He found an outlet in boxing, and combined with his workouts, found it to be therapeutic.  At 20, while stationed in Germany, Ron came to know and receive the Lord.  He spent the next year seeking Him and seeking a change in his life.

Ron returned to live with his parents after being discharged from the Army.  One day his mother called him out to the front yard of their home to speak with him privately.  She told him then that the man that had raised him and his sister Marty was not their biological father.  She begged Ron not to be angry with the rest of the family.  She had been too afraid to tell him before, afraid of his reaction.

Ron met his natural father soon after, a man of God he was told, by the name of Abel.  When Ron met Abel, he found him to be genuine.  Abel gave Ron his phone number, telling him to call anytime.  The first time Ron tried, the number had been disconnected.

Within a month later, the pastor of the church Ron and his sister had been attending for more than a year called Ron into his office.  He and his sister Marty were being asked to leave the church.

As it turned out, the church they attended had been founded by Ron’s half-sister on his father’s side, and she did not want the offspring of her father’s secret second family attending the church and possibly casting a shadow on the ministry she created.
Ron thought he could handle the rejection, but unforgiveness took root, and from it grew a bitter hatred that beckoned him back into his old lifestyle and beyond it to an even darker reality and way of life.

RonBlondatHotelRon fell back into the snares of heavy drinking and drugs, on his way to self-destruction.  He burned through two marriages by way of violence and infidelity.  Eventually, he climbed onto his bike and never looked back.
Ron got involved with a motorcycle club called the Vagos.  He started off as a motorcycle champion, later he was promoted to Sergeant of Arms, and finally president.  They called him “El Perro,” Spanish for dog.  He wore a demon on his back, “Loki,” the Norse god of mischief, liar and murderer according to legend — the gang patch.

Ron made most of his money selling illegal guns and explosives.  His best friends were his guns and his insanity. The Vagos would conduct home invasions, cut the phone lines and rob people of their possessions as they watched helpless and hostage; street justice for wrongs committed against the gang, real or imagined.  In the streets, the motto was “Keep it gangster or die.”  There was no calling the cops.

CurrentRonandBlondeThe gang members developed into a tight group, like a family, mafia style.  Birthdays, anniversaries, weddings, etc were all celebrated together.  They lived in a fantasy; they thought they could do no wrong.  Then, guys began to disappear.  Drugs, death, and prison bars began to weaken the numbers and the bond between the Vagos.

Eventually Ron was served with official court documents declaring himself and the Vagos as urban terrorists.  Suddenly, they could not even step out into their front yards without running into cops.  Law enforcement was everywhere they went.  There was no need for a warrant to raid their homes.  If a gang member applied for a job, a cop would follow behind and let the prospective employer know the applicant was an urban terrorist.  The Vagos were existing in a living hell of their own creation.

Then one day, 25 years after meeting his natural father for the first time, only never to hear from him again, the man showed up at Ron’s door.  Ron was in a drunken, drugged stupor, but the sight of his father turned out to be a fierce sobering agent.

Abel, Ron’s father, was at the end stages of his life.  He knew it would not be long before he would be going on the be with the Lord, and he did not want to face his Creator without having made right by his son. “Forgive me Ronnie,” he said, as he shared the Gospel of Christ, and appealed to the compassions of his estranged son.

Ron, who had only felt murderous waves of hate when his father first arrived, welcomed the sweet lifting of forgiveness, his pivot point, as he let the burden of hate and un-forgiveness go.  He told his dad, “Forgive me for wanting to kill you.”

His dad laughed and said, “It’s over Ronnie.”  Those words washed over Ron with the purity and echoes of Jesus Christ declaring, “It is finished” on the Cross more than two thousand years before.  Yes, for Ron, it was finally over.

Over, at least, in the sense of coming back to Christ and walking away from the gang, but it was a long walk.  As the president of the Vagos, Ron knew the members and the secrets.  The club did not want to let him go.  Not one member of the Vagos ever challenged Ron, but he was fair game to every other club on the streets — and he was a prime target.  Ron had to carry guns for protection.  He was forced to fight skinheads and members of other gangs who came after him for blood, in front of his wife and daughters.

AlandRonEventually, he and his family moved away.  He met Big Al (see Paid to Kill premier issue) at a gang conference for ex-gangsters.  Big Al was a co-founder of the Mongols, an arch-rival of the Vagos.  They connected and now work together in a non-profit organization Refuge Motorcycle Crisis Ministry (R.M.C.M.) of which Ron is the president!   They reach out to gang members, outlaws, prostitutes, drug addicts, homeless and vagrants of the streets.

These days Ron is not quite the kill prize he was once, now that he feeds the hungry and helps get runaways off the streets.  For Ron, “These are the best days of my life,” he says.  Serving God and enjoying the family that once feared him.  He tore the demon Loki off his back, unburdened himself of that lifestyle of hate, and clothed himself in the grace and love of his Savior.

And the guys in the gangs, well they don’t call him “El Perro” (or Dog) anymore.  They just call him “Preacher.”  PivotPointEndingBug

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0 #1 Patricia Jay 2016-09-07 02:39
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