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No Matter How Many Meals Riot Ribs Serves, They Are Still Going to Attack Us

For nearly two months, hundreds of Portlanders have gathered nightly outside the Portland Police Bureau’s central precinct to demand justice for Black victims of police violence. In early July, President Trump sent federal agents to Portland to “quell” the demonstrations, inspiring thousands of additional residents to take to the streets in protest. Across from the nightly skirmishes sat Riot Ribs, a 24-hour, volunteer-run outdoor kitchen fueled entirely by community donations. After less than two weeks providing non-stop free food to protesters and passerby alike, Riot Ribs became the focus of targeted, destructive raids by the police. Their story evolved from a small mutual-aid project borne out of necessity into a testament to sheer will, withstanding tear gas, park sweeps, and crowd-control munitions. Then, just as quickly as it grew, Riot Ribs collapsed. On July 28, the group announced it was pivoting the project to Revolution Ribs, trading their home in Lownsdale Square for a pair of sprinter vans to rove the country in search of hungry protesters to feed. Here, one of the organizers behind the project (who asked to remain anonymous for their safety) explains in their own words what went down.

We never really imagined that it would get this big. We didn’t ever want to be the center of Portland protests, or the glue holding them together. We were just there to feed people. But we knew we were getting too big.

Riot Ribs started out as one grill on July 4th, manned by an original Black Panther named Lorenzo. That night, police tear gassed him while he barbecued. Everyone saw what was happening, and donations started showing up the next day. We all pitched in and found a role that we were comfortable with. Most of the volunteers are houseless and live out here in the park.

In the beginning, four or five of us would try to find a car that we could use for that night’s meat run, but eventually, it just came to us. Salads, mac and cheese, pork butt, burgers, hot dogs, lamb, cheesecake, ice cream…the other day, we got 11 grill donations. We were a thousand coolers in. We were serving more people than we ever imagined. Like, thousands a day. We never accepted payment for food. We were 24/7. And our ribs are damn good.

A Riot Ribs plate, with grilled ribs, corn, and fresh watermelon.

Photo by Celeste Noche

But the government doesn’t like mutual aid. It goes against Western ideals—capitalism, individualism—to the fullest. We’re the opposite of the extreme violence imposed on us by the Portland Police Bureau, the park rangers, and the federal government: Two weeks ago, we had people offering haircuts. We had people out here with laptops filing for unemployment on hotspots, finding a way to talk to their family. We did anything we could when we had the resources. No matter what we do, no matter how much we do for the community, they’re still going to attack us, and they’re still going to tear gas us, and they’re still going to raid us.

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