Gunning for Boots
Pop's rep for rebellion in question; cops' rep for racial profiling isn't
BY KIMBERLY CHUN
SONIC REDUCER Where have all the outlaws gone? Now that Paris Hilton seems like the highest-profile sorta-one-hit wonder to run afoul of the law, it's easy to believe that pop's rep for rebellion is seriously in question. (And with Warner Bros. jettisoning the overexposed jet-setter, who knows if she should even make the tally?) Yet just how disturbing or subversive is it to glom on to corporate punks like Good Charlotte or hitch your fortunes to soaking-in-it onetime gangstas like Snoop "Soul Gravy Train" Dogg? How revolutionary is it to play music your parents might approve of, à la white-bread soul poppers Maroon 5?
But those petty pop-crit worries wane on hearing about the Coup mastermind Boots (né Raymond) Riley's Memorial Day misfortune. In the early-morning hours, long before most locals were firing up the grill and chugging microbrews, Riley was looking down the wrong end of a San Francisco Police Department gun barrel while innocently attending a get-together at a friend's warehouse in SF's Dogpatch-Waterfront zone. A D V E R T I S E M E N T
Why? Likely for nothing more than driving while black.
Riley had just parked his car near the warehouse when he was blinded by flashlights, and he realized that he was surrounded by cops. "They were saying, 'Don't fucking move, don't fucking move,' and came straight at me," Riley told me from his Oakland home, where he had just fed his kids their Sunday breakfast. "They put my hands above my head, searched me, and searched my car, even though they were looking for someone who was stealing tires. You know, if they had a description of a light-skinned black man with a big Afro and sideburns, maybe they should have taken me in. But they were yelling, 'Are you on probation? Do you have a warrant?' And every time I said no, they said, 'Don't lie to us. Don't fucking lie to us.'"
Neighbor Hoss Ward had been walking his dog by the warehouse when he spied officers with flashlights lurking between parked cars amid the trash on the street. "I thought that was weird. They didn't question me, but I'm a white man," he said later, verifying that Boots parked, got thrown against his car, and had guns pulled on him. "It's not unusual for someone to pull up in a beater car," Ward said. Yet this incident smelled like racial profiling: "That's what the vibe felt like."
"I walked over there and said, 'What the hell is going on?'" recounted Riley's friend Marci Bravo, who lives at the warehouse. Eventually Riley was released, but, Bravo continued, "It was really messed up. We fire off fireworks, burn things in the street, and there's been no problems with cops. They've actually come and hung out before.
"It's just a nasty case of police profiling."
In the end, Riley said, the officers didn't even check his ID. ...