Can We All…Get It Right?: Remembering the Los Angeles Uprising

January 13, 2024
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By David J. Leonard |with thanks to NewBlackManSunday, April 29, 2012.There are few days in life where you can say without a doubt, “I know what I was doing 20 years ago today.”  This is the case today, on the 20th anniversary of the start of the Los Angeles Uprising. Having dropped out of the University of Oregon after 2 quarters, I was living in Los Angeles working and taking two classes at UCLA.  Like many middle-class white youth I presume, I paused when the verdict was delivered and noted the injustice that spurred my outrage before getting back to my life.  I was angry, like many others, because a jury of THEIR peers concluded that 4 police officers did nothing wrong in beating Rodney King 56 times, but the anger lasted only for that second.  That was the reaction from many in West Los Angeles.  “That’s outrageous, can I get a cold beverage”; “what an injustice, is the mall open yet?”    I remember thinking little about the case  after hearing the verdict,. I headed to work and then to my class at UCLA.  Driving to my class, through the wealth of West Los Angeles, all was calm.  Entering class, an introduction to sociology course that focused on inequality systemic racism and privileges, it was clear that the verdict changed little.  Class was planned as usual.  Yet, before long, with news reports of violence breaking out in South Central, Los Angeles, our professor announced the end of class out of concern for OUR safety.  In a city immensely segregated, defined by systemic divisions that thwart interaction all while enacting violence on its residents of color, it is immensely telling that the Rodney King Verdicts/LA Uprisings became meaningful, if not visible, when people thought the riots were going to cross La Brea or other markers dividing the two LAs.For the rest of that night and next day, I was paralyzed, watching television almost endlessly.  In retrospect, for myself, and maybe others, the LA Uprising put a crack in the walls of segregation.  Although living less than 15 minutes from South Central, Los Angeles, it might as well have been 10,000 miles away. That is the specter of segregation in Los Angeles.  Even the media reporting then, and the ways that the verdicts and LA Uprising were being talked about demonstrated this fact as people continued to talk about what was happening “over there” concerned that it might “migrate here.”  I was uncomfortable with the detached feeling paralyzing me so I decided to leave the state-protected bubble of West Los Angeles and I drove down to South Central on day 2 to donate some food, clothes, and stuffed animals to the First AME Church.  While driven by a desire to help, I was angered by the clear segregation of Los Angeles, not only in terms of geography, economics, and daily reality, but sentimentality and emotion.  As parts of the city burned, and millions of fellow Angelinos expressed their outrage at an unjust verdict, one that pointed to the daily affronts, the commonplace instances of violence, and a humanity denied, another part of Los Angeles seem intent to go about it business.  This denial and erasure compelled me to transverse the boundaries of segregation, at least for that moment.The lack of sadness and anger within West Los Angeles was telling because the LA Uprising was not happening in our world; it was somewhere else, happening to someone who didn’t look like “us.”  The power of race and class in eliciting not only empathy and connection, but also sentimentality and humanity, was on full-display in the days after the King Verdict.  When I told people that I was heading down to South Central, they looked at me like I was crazy, as if I was driving into a foreign land amid a war.  To them, it was a foreign land, one that they neither visited nor thought about except in moments of fear (“will the rioters come to the West Side) or heading to Lakers’ games.  Despite voiced concerns about my driving just a few miles down the 10 Freeway, it was rather “uneventful” except in how this moment transformed me. The drive forced me to reflect on my own assumptions and stereotypes, to think about why neighborhoods so close to my own were places I had never been (and thought of as so far away); it forced me to think about the violence and destruction that predated April 29th and bare witness to communities that West Los Angeles had abandoned; and finally, it forced me to reflect on the power of community, to see beyond the televisual representation of South Central Los Angeles rioting, to see families collecting food, kids playing, and people coming together.  It forced me to look inward, to think about whiteness and privilege, to reflect on my stereotypes and assumptions.  Even my ability to get my car and drive to South Central Los Angeles is evidence of privilege given the levels of state violence experienced by black and Latino youth entering LA’s white enclaves in West Los Angeles.  What should have been a moment of introspection, of racial reconciliation and systemic change, instead became a moment, one that too many of us retreated as we are driving back to the “comfort” of a gated community. Like me driving back to my middle-class world, much of Los Angeles quickly returned to its protected bubble and instead of focusing on self and policy, inequality and state violence, used the LA Uprising to justify persistent segregation I recall, for example, when teaching nursery school that summer, a child, upon seeing broken glass on the ground, told me “look what the black people did.”  Although I did offer a critical intervention, I should have responded by saying “Actually, look what the white people did and while we are talking, remember the LA Uprising, the white people also did that.”  To me, this moment encapsulates the last 20 years, whereupon the injustices and violence, the inequality and segregation that produced the Los Angeles Uprising are both denied and erased amid efforts to blame communities of color.  I know, for myself, the Rodney King verdict/LA Uprising forever changed me.  On this anniversary, given how racism remains the problem of the twenty-first century, I find myself thinking about what I witnessed during my drive to South Central and what I witnessed upon my return to the Westside.  I am reminded about the extensive work required in West Los Angeles and other whitopias to challenge white privilege and systemic inequality, I am reminded of the importance of not just “getting along” but more importantly “getting it right.”   ***David J. Leonard is Associate Professor in the Department of Critical Culture, Gender and Race Studies at Washington State University, Pullman. He is the author of Screens Fade to Black: Contemporary African American Cinema and the just published After Artest: Race and the War on Hoop (SUNY Press). Leonard is a regular contributor to NewBlackMan and blogs @ No Tsuris.

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