Monday, May 6, 2019

The Hollister Riot of 1947: Outlaw Bikers and the Antagonism Of the Media


     Hollister is a small California town, about midway between San Jose and Bakersfield. The post – World War II population was about 500 citizens. The police force had only seven officers. Most of the time that was more than was actually needed because nothing much ever happened there. The 4th of July, 1947 would change that. A mass of motorcycling enthusiasts descended onto Hollister and a little hell broke loose. It was a seminal event for American bikers and their relationship with the press.
     In the 1930s, recreational motorcycling was on the rise. The appeal of the automobile had started to wear off for some and the motorized bike began looking like an exciting alternative. The American Motorcycle Association had formed in 1924 and grew as an organization dedicated to advocating for the rights of motorcyclists and organizing events to bring such like minded people together. In the 1930s they began holding Gypsy Tours, the name for a motorcycle rally in Hollister. The events were low key with small but enthusiastic turnouts. When World War II started, the AMA ceased their Gypsy Tours temporarily. In 1947 they decided to restart the event. The war had just ended and they thought July 4th would be a great day for patriotic war veterans and non-veterans alike to get together for a fun Independence Day celebration involving bike racing and partying.
     Many veterans from the war returned home, edgy and anxious. The transition from a combat – oriented lifestyle to the tranquility of peacetime America was not an easy adjustment to make. Some ex-soldiers grew bored and restless; no danger meant no excitement. Some suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder, a psychological condition that was not fully understood at the time; they had few outlets for their aggression. Some of these ex-soldiers found the needed stimulation in riding motorcycles. They began forming small tribes of motorcycle clubs. High speed highway riding, drinking, fucking, and brawling fueled the adrenaline rush they craved and a saloon culture, reminiscent of the Old West arose.
     The citizens of Hollister were looking forward to the Gypsy Tour rally. Nothing much ever happened there and the postwar euphoria was strong. However, they were not expecting so many motorcyclists to show up. Over 4000 riders, 90 percent of which were men, swarmed the streets of Hollister. Some had come from as far away as Florida for the event. Among the crowd were clubs with names like the Galloping Goose Motorcycle Club, the Boozefighters, and the Pissed Off Bastards of Bloomington. The AMA had not anticipated such a crowd, as they had underestimated how popular motorcycles had become. Since the past rallies had been such small affairs, the people of Hollister were taken by surprise.
     They did welcome the bike riders with open arms though. The rally was good for business and they were not used to much excitement. The motorcycle races started as planned but as the day went by, many bikers began going to the bars. They drank more than the bar owners had expected. By late afternoon, there were drunk motorcyclists all over town. They began racing in the streets. Some of the rowdier ones starting throwing bottles and getting into fights. By nightfall, a couple bars had broken windows, tables and chairs. The streets were littered with broken glass and trash. Boisterous drunks were making noise and the bartenders agreed it would be best to close their doors early and go to bed.
     The small town did not have enough room in their motels to put the visitors up for the night, so many slept on the sidewalks, peoples’ lawns, and in the doorways of closed stores and restaurants.
The next day, the motorcycle races were again held as planned. The bar owners, fearful of a repeat of the previous day’s chaos, refused to sell any more beer to the motorcyclists. Not liking this, the tougher and more aggressive men broke into the bars and raided the beer supply and some decided not to pay. Overall though, aside from a few punch-ups and more racing in the streets, nothing much was different. The seven-man police force threatened to use tear gas to calm things down but the threat did not work so they hauled a few of the more obnoxious bikers off to jail.
     By July 5th, things began to quiet down as the officially scheduled races ended and the bikers began to leave town. Life returned to normal. About sixty injuries were reported at the local hospital, the most serious being a fractured skull and a broken leg. Throughout the rally, there was some vandalism and fights, a lot of noise and fast riding down the town’s main street. Residents were later asked about the event; while some of the more older and conservative citizens grumbled about the louness and confusion, a lot of people said not much really happened. Aside from roaring motors and loud voices, nothing dangerous had really happened.
     The AMA’s Gypsy Tour rally of 1947 would probably have been forgotten if the national media had not been there to report on it. Witnesses claim that one night some people were seen piling up beer bottles by the sidewalk; someone parked a big Harley Davidson in the middle of it then persuaded a drunk to sit on it while a photojournalist named Barney Peterson took his picture. The image made it into Life magazine. Other newspapers around the country began printing apocalyptic-sounding stories about barbarian hordes of psychotic bikers who raped and plundered Hollister until nothing was left standing. The sensationalized story-lines probably had more to do with selling papers than accurately reporting on the reality of the event.
     The media coverage horrified some and inspired others. In response to the raucous event, the AMA supposedly said that 99 percent of all motorcyclists are good people and it is only one percent who are bad. Many bikers embraced this label of one percent; as the number of motorcycle clubs began to grow, many of them would start wearing a 1% patch on their colors to show they identify themselves as outlaw bikers.
     The Hollister Riot inspired film maker Laszlo Benedek to direct The Wild One starring Marlon Brando in 1953. When a man asks Brando’s character, “Just what is it you are rebelling against anyway?” he replies with, “Whaddaya got?” The image of the outlaw biker took hold in the public imagination and the media responded by publishing horrific stories of biker gang rapes, gang wars, and involvement in all manner of criminal activity. Journalistic books, pulp novels, and grindhouse exploitation movies about them began to appear, most of which were not enthusiastically embraced by the real bikers counterculture itself. A symbiotic feedback loop was created where bikers made themselves look more and more dangerous and threatening, the media reported on it, and the bikers reacted with indignation at the negative publicity they were getting.
     Nobody can know what would be different now if the media hod not reported on the Hollister Riot. However, two months later, another rally was held by the AMA in Riverside with similar results; nowadays nobody knows about it because it received no media attention. The AMA continued holding Gypsy Tour rallies in Hollister during the subsequent years. They have been met with little complaint or controversy. The riot of 1947 was, in hindsight, an insignificant affair that the media blew out of proportion, creating a Frankenstein-effect where outlaw bikers have been frightening some sectors of the population. Sometimes that fear is legitimate and sometimes it is not.

Reference
Wolf, Daniel R. The Rebels: A Brotherhood of Outlaw Bikers. University of Toronto Press, 2000.  

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