Driving through the rural town of Estacada, Oregon, we watched as the wildfires engulfed the surrounding forest. Rachel, my co-producer and director, and I had teamed up to shoot a documentary on different groups labeled as extremists in America. We were driving to meet Ace, one of the Boogaloo Bois I had met a day before. Ace was a young, soft-spoken man who had strong convictions of what the Boogaloo Movement was and could talk for hours on the intricacies of his beliefs.

I had spent time speaking with Ace online before he decided he would introduce me to his Boogaloo Bois team in Oregon. The wildfires were raging, and Ace and his team agreed to take us into Estacada to document the fires past the police barricades set up to block civilians from active fire zones. 

The day before, we had attempted to document the wildfires in a different small town outside of Portland. When we arrived, armed locals, who thought we were ANTIFA arsonists, threatened to use force if we didnt leave the town immediately. Paranoia ran rampant in these small towns as sensationalized and sometimes fake news about arsonists starting fires were spreading like the wildfires themselves. The locals were heated, scared, and ready to defend their home from any outside threat. Yesterday, in our mostly black, urban garb, we looked a lot like potential ANTIFA. But today, the Boogaloo Bois had a plan. 

The Boogaloo Bois decided that instead of arriving in Estacada empty-handed, they would come fully armed and kitted with assault rifles, sidearms, body armor, helmets, and gas masks and act as a security detail for Rachel and me. We were more than happy to accept the offer. We wanted to get as close to the fires as possible and see the Boogaloo Bois in action, putting their pro-2A, libertarian mantras to the test.