A Time To Remember

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Tran1 A Time to Remember I remember. It was over ten years ago, Rodney King, a middle age black man, a dope head, from Los Angeles, California was brutally assaulted, if I remember correctly, by the violence behaviors of three or four vicious and pernicious law enforcement officers. The reason for the barbarous attack was because King did not obey traffic signals and refused to comply with their commands. Surrounded by Los Angeles police officers, King laid on the ground motionlessly, receiving numerous baton blows and kicks to the head and through the rest of his body. The violence scene has shocked and startled me. I could not believe my innocence eyes. ?I wonder if I?m going to get beat up like that man the next time being pulled over by a cop?, I wondered. All along I thought police are supposed ?to serve and to protect? the people.

What I have seen was far from ?to serve and to protect?. The video-taped beating of Rodney King on March 3, 1991 in Los Angeles, California has caused a huge violence riot in South Central Los Angeles that will never let go in my memory.

Harking back in my memory, it was early evening of April 29, 1992, live on almost all news stations, Los Angeles exploded in a violent and fatal effusion of burning and shooting. There were massive of people rambling around. They were throwing rocks and bottles at moving vehicles. People being were dragged out of their cars, throbbed, trounced and harassed by angry vicious thugs. Overturned cars have been toasted, and the flames have produced a thick layer of cloud covering the entire South Central Los Angeles. I said to myself, ?I can?t believe this is happening. Where are the cops?? There were no cops around, just an outrage gang Tran2 expressing their hate on innocent people who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I recall other people on the street were hurling in and out of liquor stores, taking whatever they wanted. Looters were running wild, burning down liquor stores leaving smoke flowing out causing very low visibility. Many cars had to make a U-turn around to avoid the violence chaos ahead. There was this truck driver stopping at a lights signal, being forced out from his truck by bunch of street gangs. Lying motionless on the ground, he was kicked and brutalized. I was bothered at the scene of one of the attacker grabbing a huge rock and throwing it at his un-reactive body, crushing him in the head. After the brutal beating, the attacker was dancing around, breaking gang signs to the helicopters above. There was another person on the street grasped into the pocket of the truck driver and took his wallet. I was absolutely stunned and horrified. I couldn?t believe my eyes. ?Such violence?, I thought to myself. There was another person on the street grasped into the pocket of the truck driver and took his wallet. I was absolutely stunned and horrified by the violence riot.

The bloody disturbed image of the Los Angeles riot has taught me a lesson I carried until this day and for the rest of my life. What really started these destructive uproar behaviors? Violence! The intense police brutality of the Rodney King beating has created an outburst of violent reactions of many African Americans that affected each of us one way or the other. It sure made me think differently of our justice system. People of color are unfairly treated and received more rigorous punishments than of people with white skin complexion. I believe equal proper treatment of people in general, regardless of their skin color probably would have never initiated the stormy unjust disruptive riot that destroyed the city of Los Angeles in 1992. The Tran3 exercise of violence will only lead to destruction and desolation of the people and the societies in which they live in.