Columbia, S.C.: Famous for Pot!
Two weeks ago I visited Columbia, S.C. to speak to the Capital Rotary Club about Jackpot. Since it was an early morning speaking engagement, my host in the rotary club invited me to spend the night at his home the evening before, as well as attend a barbecue at a nearby hunt club. The hunt club sounded interesting, as I relish any chance to get out into the country here in South Carolina, but what really sold me on the offer was the fact that this man and his family happened to live in the boyhood home of marijuana kingpin Les Riley. I had seen the Riley home before, but only from the outside. Now I had a ticket in!
As I drove up to Columbia, I thought how impressed readers might be with me for sleeping in the former home of one of the smugglers I profiled in Jackpot. “Now that’s what I call investigative reporting,” I imagined them saying, dismissing any thoughts that this kind of research was a bit too fanatical, especially since Jackpot is already published.
In what kind of home does an international marijuana kingpin grow up, you might wonder. Well, the old Riley home is in one of Columbia’s nicest neighborhoods, and sits across from a tidy little park and tennis courts. The house used to be of modest size, but over the years it has had some additions, including a heavily fortified attic space that’s only accessible via a ceiling hatch in a closet. The current owner wonders if any bales of pot were ever placed up there. If they were, none remain, he claims, and he hasn’t found any money buried in the yard, either. Thinking it impolite to snoop around (too much) while staying there, I took him at his word. I can at least say there was no marijuana or money in the guest room.
When it came time to speak to the rotary club, I detailed how Columbia and Colombia are not only similar for their spellings, but for their reputation for drugs. I explained that more than a hundred people were prosecuted in South Carolina in the early ’80s as a result of federal drug investigation Operation Jackpot, and that many of the criminals, including kingpins Riley and Barry Foy, grew up in Columbia. Many more, I added, went to college in town at the University of South Carolina (though they all didn’t graduate.)
Given this drug smuggling legacy, I suggested tweaking Columbia’s new slogan to something a little jazzier. Instead of Columbia: Famously Hot!, I said, how about, Columbia: Famous for Pot!
We’re still awaiting the mayor’s approval on that one.







