Another Hilton is in the news for having gotten into a scrape with the law. This time it's Paris' younger brother, Barron, arrested for DUI. Eight years ago, I encountered Barron, then 10, at the Hilton family home on Long Island. (The story, "Hip Hop Debs," from Vanity Fair, September, 2000, is in the Stories section on this site.)

The conversation was cut short by the intervention of a security guard:

The two little Hilton boys, Conrad and Barron, come up to the table. They're blond like their sisters, tanned and red-lipped and slightly sweaty from running around barefoot in the sun.
"What do you think of your sisters?" I ask 10-year-old Barron.
"Mean," he says, picking at grapes.
Nicky laughs.
"Mean?"
"One is, one isn't," says Barron.
"Which one?"
"Nicky."
Nicky shrugs.
"Nicky's not mean," I say.
"Yes, she is," says Barron.
"Because on the phone," says Conrad, the six-year-old, "she said that Barron's lame."
"And she says bad words," Barron says.
Nicky's staring at the yard.
"And I saw her smoke once," says Conrad. "I saw you smoke in a picture."
"In a picture?" Nicky says absently.
Conrad says, "Yeah."
Nicky smiles. "O.K."
"She smokes," Barron confirms.
"Oh," I say, "I don't believe that."
"She does," Conrad says. "We saw her."
"And she says bad words," Barron says.
Conrad singsongs, "A lo-ot. And she says the h-word."
"What's the h-word?" I ask.
Conrad stage-whispers: "Hell."
Nicky says, "Go away."
Conrad shouts at her: "You said it."
"And she beats us up," Barron says.
Nicky says, "Oh!," and runs off the porch.
"She always does," says Conrad. "And she blackmailed Barron."
"What is blackmail?" I ask.
"Like when you say, I'll tell on you if you don't do something," says Conrad.
"Yeah, remember?" says Barron. "And she banged my head on the floor, and it hurt." His eyes are frank and wide.
"No, really?" I say. "That's not nice."
"I know," Barron says. "She always does stuff.… Would you put that in the magazine?"
Nicky returns, standing behind someone named Robert, a large black man who does security for the Hiltons.
"Come with me," he says to the youngsters.
They scamper away...