Above all, he remembers the boots the cops wore when they kicked down the door of his mom's apartment. They yanked him out of bed and a deep sleep, 12 gang cops in riot gear searching the room of a tall-for-his-age 10-year-old named Tionne Tisdale. "Where is it?" they yelled, manhandling Tionne until they realized he was only a child. In his terror and confusion, Tionne stared at their jackboots, thinking, "How'd I not hear those on the stairs?" Sixteen years later, that question still haunts him when he wakes, in a soft panic, at 5 a.m.