Chuck Prophet simply did not know what to do.
He’d seen his city overrun with tech workers babying themselves, billionaires passive-aggressively fighting regulation and menus full of artisanal toast. But when a jury decided that officers did not use excessive force in the killing of Alex Nieto — a killing involving between 48 and 59 bullets shot into his body — Prophet says, “I never dreamed I would be in the middle of a war. A real culture war.”
And so the San Francisco songwriter sat in his small SOMA studio with his friend, Kurt Lipschutz, and started strumming a single, minor-key chord. The words came to him from somewhere else, the song writing itself:
Alex Nieto was a pacifist / a 49ers fan
He left for work one day at 4:15 / never made it home again
“Alex Nieto’s death is the result of gentrification,” Prophet told me Tuesday, two years after Nieto’s death, echoing a recent piece by Rebecca Solnit that placed Nieto’s killing in the context of modern-day San Francisco. “It’s directly tied to someone feeling threatened by a 49ers jacket and thinking it represents a gang. What gang are we talking about? What gang goes after young white people walking their dog? That’s just ignorance.”