This post was written for the 20th Anniversary of the LA Riots. It is now 10 years (and 1 day) further down the road, and the memories don't change. One of the many things I lived through, working at a local TV Station in the Los Angeles market.
My Brother was in town.
In honor of that fact, we took him to a Dodger Game.
I watched the Rodney King verdict, before heading over to the ball park. It was sad, but I didn't think much of it.
It was a good game and before there were such things as cell phones, we were basically cut off from everything going on in the world, including the flashpoint of the riot at Florence and Normandy. Our first hint that something was up, was when the game ended they directed us all to not use the Harbor Freeway to get home that evening. We were confused, so we got to our car and listened to the radio, finding out that there was looting and burning going on in South Central LA. We live to the north, so we headed back to where I work, to pick up our other car and drove home. The radio kept yelling at us on the freeways to get off the road, the National Guard was coming. It was not the most pleasant drive I have ever had.
We made it home and since my brother was in town, I had taken the next day off. To say the least, I did not volunteer to go to work that day. We, my brother, baby and I, instead got out of town with a short drive to Ventura. It was a nice sanity thing to do and I am glad I did...because while we were gone, the rioting had moved into Hollywood and one of the prime places for looting was right across the street from my TV Station at the time. The Circuit City!
I have heard stories from the people who were there that day, that they watched the goings on from the top of the parking structure. The guards did not have that luxury. I did hear a story that one looter had a vcr in hand and slid it under the front (locked) gate and said to the guard, something like, hold this, I will be right back. Like that was going to happen. (shakes head)
In case you care, I worked on Friday, since the looting had moved into my bosses area of LA and she refused to leave her 2 very young children alone with a sitter that day. I totally agreed with her.
I remember my Mom from New York screaming at me not to go in and I told her I had a job to do.
My husband gave me our best car and off I went, city wide curfew and all.
Of course it was an awful day, work wise and work wasn't getting done for the weekend fast enough.
My Vice President said I could stay after dark to continue working, because he would give me a letter to give me safe passage home. This did not sound like a good idea to me, so I came back in on Saturday to finish what I couldn't do that Friday and then we brought my brother to the airport, for his flight home.
At my Mom's funeral later that year, my brother and I both mentioned that the whole thing felt like a terrible dream.
It was not my favorite time in LA and I hope we can avoid a reenactment of it.