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John Butler, along with a couple of accomplices did, on July 4, 1998, most deliberately and cruelly take the lives of Dan Shersty and Lin "Spit" Newborn.
”But underneath this shell was this, well, teddy bear.” John Toddy, the Vegas ARA activist, says that Spit was practically a legend in the city’s underground youth scene. ”You could be in a room with 20 people in a drab mood, but if Spit walked in, it would immediately lighten up,” Toddy recalled. ”He meant so much to everyone in Las Vegas.” Dan Shersty, in many ways, was a Yin to Spit’s Yang, Laurel to his Hardy. Small and wiry with a quiet manner, not to mention a job in the military, Shersty didn’t seem like the kind of person who’d pal around with a lightning rod like
Newborn, who worked in a Vegas body-piercing parlor. But the two quickly became good friends. “Dan had a really cool, laid-back manner,” says Cynthia*, a friend of both men. ”Spit was loud, Dan was quiet. I think they kind of balanced each other out.” Spit and Dan belonged to a scene of Vegas teens and twentysomethings who shared passions for punk and ska music, inventive fashions and simply hanging out. Depending upon whom you talk to, Spit and Dan’s crew numbered between 20 and 50 people. Not everyone
in their scene was an anti-racist skinhead, some were just plain punks; others defied any label. Jenn, for instance, describes herself matter of factly as a ”tattooed and pierced white girl.” Las Vegas is notorious for its lack of options for young people, especially those under 21, but Spit and Dan’s crew usually managed to find a good time. At night, they liked to drink Newcastle Brown Ales at someone’s house, or lounge at the Cafe Copioh, a local coffee shop. A big evening might be a concert at the Huntridge Theater, or an underground gig at a vacant warehouse. Once in a while, someone might host a show in the desert. Indeed, the promise of a social life was a primary reason people were drawn to Spit and Dan’s crew. People liked to get together, drink some beer, mess around a little - just like young people in every corner of America. Rarely did things get serious or out-of-control. When they did, it was usually because of Nazis."