I should also mention the state university I attended was in RI, not Florida.
(That gang*) is still around. I don't know the details of its history, but Boston has long been a stronghold for them. A woman I know who bartends at a place I frequent told me recently that she was asked to leave a party for espousing anti-(that gang) opinions. "We don't want to have to kick your ass," one affiliate apparently told her. So they've learned some social graces, evidently.
It has become a lot more covert, at least where I live. But they are still out there. I suspect that a few of my co-workers are involved, but it has never been talked about openly.
It sucks, because the ones that I suspect are involved are generally good people, and as employees of a frequently volatile entertainment venue, we all have to watch each other's backs. I'll take (and have taken) a punch from any drunk, out of control douchebag; at a venue that (stupidly) is willing to book shows that draw the LCD, it's inevitable. I'd never work there if there weren't so many tough mofos on hand to deal with the bad trash. Last night's episode, however, occurred after work. I was very close to entering the fray myself, because I don't like seeing my friends get assaulted. I don't know why I took out my phone instead. Maybe because I had already put my glasses in my back pocket a few too many times earlier that night.
As for the SHARPs, eew boy. I'm f*cking 36 years old. I don't get it. I didn't get it when I was half my age. The whole skinhead thing is retarded as far as I'm concerned. Why affiliate yourself with a movement if you need to constantly distinguish the fact that you're a non-racist type? There are some things that, like it or not, will always have ugly baggage. It's like trying to reclaim the swastika from Hitler. Futile.
* yeah, there is an edit coming; some of these thugs know how to type on the internet